How are you doing? - Kiwi Farms Wellness Check

[Me•cha•ni•cal]

Went to Liturgy
Received the Body of Christ
Tasted the Fountain of Immortality

Blessed Annunciation

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Yo why did you cut the video right before the drop?

 

[Shitted Scaredless]

So. I know I eventually need to get a new job. My current one is sketchy and a little soul sucking. Food service at its finest, I suppose.

Here's the thing, of course. In the grand scheme of things, I still have very little job experience despite working over half a year. Thats hardly anything, even for most entity level jobs. You need years of experience for most of those these days.

Obviously I wouldn't quit my current Job until I had a new one lined up, I'm not that much of an idiot. But I'm also wondering if I've painted myself into a corner now. This was the only job willing to hire my useless neet ass, and now I'm worrying that this is all there is, working part time for minimum wage at a job where I don't even get coworkers to hang out with.

Dad, bless him, likes to say "Once you get one, you can get another." But I know that's not how it works anymore. I can apply to thousands of entry level jobs and I know none of them will take me. I only got the one I have now because they were desperate.

So, what do I do? Bite down on the bridle and start looking around again? Or just surrender myself to the food truck? Because I really don't want to work in this business forever, but I feel like this is all I'll ever get and I only have myself to blame for not getting a job for so long. Do I just climb in the deep fryer at this rate?

Sorry for ranting, I guess. I just have a lot of thoughts and worries about things overall.

 

[Nick Wilde]

So, what do I do? Bite down on the bridle and start looking around again?

You have nothing to lose by sending a few applications. It's not an affair. You are not married to your job and looking for a new one is not cheating on them.

(However, do keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone at current work that you're looking.)

 

[Skelboen]

[Skelboen fights the Terror, oil on canvas, 2026]

I'm a late-30's farmhand on a cattle station in NE Victoria in Australia and I've got a sneaking suspicion my early-20's boss has gone broke during the recent fuel crisis, so I might have to pack up and move (again, again) to another rural backwater in search of bovines to fist. I call Lifeline every friday night and know the councillors on a first name basis. I'm surrounded by meat but only eat rice and lentils for months at a time. I've got a long history of spazzing out and fighting cunts, or at least threatening to fight cunts and winding up in the Sin Bin on a monday morning with no memory of what I did on saturday night. I've got about $400 in my bank account, scars over half my body from farm injuries and medieval bacterial infections and I hate the stinky grey person I see in the mirror. Like really hate the cunt I see in my reflection. Of all the people I could have chosen to be, I picked the cranky old wizard that shouts at clouds

Being a farmcunt comes with all sorts of fun ways to off yourself, but: My 77yo incel dad lives with his 94yo mum, my grandma, and they live in an old Queenslander Home, and she is very close to carking it. She still whacks snakes with a shovel so she has a few years left., but when she eventually bites the dust I receive about $500k in Dollarydoo money so I'm just hanging onto life like a middle aged loser. With the injection of Dead Relative Money I will replace the axle hubs on my old 70's caravan and fuck off into the bush for good

Fuck I get to flex on my mates that have wives and kids tho, doing flips on quadbikes and hectic skids with earthmoving equipment while they're stuck in suburban hell

 

[Shitted Scaredless]

(However, do keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone at current work that you're looking.)

There's no one to really tell. Only two other people work here. At most I'd warn the one I like that he'll be pulling a couple doubles if I do get out of here until they hire someone else. This place has a high turnover rate and our last two workers other than me and good coworker have had records.

I've also never met either of the owners in person. Its weird here.

 

[PetiteFeet]

to another rural backwater in search of bovines to fist.

Call me.

Sorry, it's the one drink combo in me that's got balls to make jokes like that.

 

[⋖ cørdion ⋗]

My old boss invited me to a job interview on a day where I'm alone in the office. Current boss said I could show up later so I could have the interview. It's basically guaranteed that I'll get the job so I'll avoid a month of unemployment, however much I kinda wanted it. It's a cut in my pay which is fine, especially considering gas prices and the long commute, but man. Fuck. I watched a short video on the current job/housing market in my country and I live in a literal deadzone.

I should just take a breather and enjoy my old job. I need to learn to thrive outside work even if I work odd hours. Or at least be more mindful; read, stretch, go for runs. I think what I did wrong last I had this job was to want to get out of it as fast as possible. "Oh, physical labor ruins your body". Nah bro staring at a computer ruins your mind. You can exercise, condition and wash off your body. Your mind is fried for the rest of the day with no relief.

I really should move but the idea of moving closer to the capital is devastating. Less nature, more reliance on cars, more jobs but more people and worse rent. If I could just land a job down here somehow, but we don't have anything remotely close to just.. companies. Several of my old classmates became entry-level cogs and progressed upwards over the years. That shit just doesn't happen here. "Bro just find some modern slavery gig", we ain't even got those, even less now with le AI.

Fuck I get to flex on my mates that have wives and kids tho, doing flips on quadbikes and hectic skids with earthmoving equipment while they're stuck in suburban hell

And then you read shit like this and both go "damn wish my life was that engaging" and "glad I ain't a broken shin from literal starvation".

 

[Skelboen]

And then you read shit like this and both go "damn wish my life was that engaging" and "glad I ain't a broken shin from literal starvation".

It's fun and games but also a bit scary when it comes to paying the bills. You have the better life compared to mine

I feel your love of nature. Do you know any truck drivers, like interstate haulers? My last job paid for my Heavy Rigid license and I'm tempted to go for the MC (Australia) B-double ticket that will let me drive Road Trains between Melbourne and Perth because nobody else wants to do it and all the old drivers are retiring. As long as you have two arms and two legs you'll be alright

 

[Skelboen]

Call me.

Sorry, it's the one drink combo in me that's got balls to make jokes like that.

So who's brave enough to give their phone number?

 

[PetiteFeet]

So who's brave enough to give their phone number?

I have zero bravado, the alcohol has already dissipated. Aussies scare me (affectionate)

 

[Althalus]

Just learned that a relative of mine killed himself today. He was the primary caretaker of his mentally disabled sister, who was the one that found him.

Very depressing all around. Not going to post about it further, but please pray for both of them.

 

[Cups2Cups]

[Skelboen fights the Terror, oil on canvas, 2026]

I'm a late-30's farmhand on a cattle station in NE Victoria in Australia and I've got a sneaking suspicion my early-20's boss has gone broke during the recent fuel crisis, so I might have to pack up and move (again, again) to another rural backwater in search of bovines to fist. I call Lifeline every friday night and know the councillors on a first name basis. I'm surrounded by meat but only eat rice and lentils for months at a time. I've got a long history of spazzing out and fighting cunts, or at least threatening to fight cunts and winding up in the Sin Bin on a monday morning with no memory of what I did on saturday night. I've got about $400 in my bank account, scars over half my body from farm injuries and medieval bacterial infections and I hate the stinky grey person I see in the mirror. Like really hate the cunt I see in my reflection. Of all the people I could have chosen to be, I picked the cranky old wizard that shouts at clouds

Being a farmcunt comes with all sorts of fun ways to off yourself, but: My 77yo incel dad lives with his 94yo mum, my grandma, and they live in an old Queenslander Home, and she is very close to carking it. She still whacks snakes with a shovel so she has a few years left., but when she eventually bites the dust I receive about $500k in Dollarydoo money so I'm just hanging onto life like a middle aged loser. With the injection of Dead Relative Money I will replace the axle hubs on my old 70's caravan and fuck off into the bush for good

Fuck I get to flex on my mates that have wives and kids tho, doing flips on quadbikes and hectic skids with earthmoving equipment while they're stuck in suburban hell

Hello fellow wizard. Know any good spells?

 

[PetiteFeet]

Hello fellow wizard. Know any good spells?

If we're sharing wizarding knowledge, I know some animal related spells, mainly animal friendship. Admittedly that's a druid spell but y'know,

 

[Friend of Dorothy Parker]

2 days in a row getting up at/ before my alarm (phases in from 510-530). In the office by 7 today. Rawr.

Separately, though, highly productive day and I got what I wanted out of it. l'm in a new role, feeling under-utilized, and concerned about being pigeon-holed. So sought advice from my old manager (who thinks highly of me and may be moving to a team I'd like to have an in with) and also met with someone well-placed and in the position to get me the right kind of work. By the end of the day I'd been given 3 new upcoming things to run plus potentially 2 more ad-hoc roles that increase my visibility and soft power, plus had planted seeds for possible future opportunities. I also built bridges with a couple of other people I hadn't previously connected closely with. And in between times, I actually managed to crank out some of the low-level execution work that's on my plate and to do some personal productivity improvements.

Tl; dr: today I set myself up to move from worry about being stuck in reactive execution roles to moving to the strategic "thought leadership" "make shit happen" activity that I should be doing and that hopefully will mean I'm spared if the rumors about a xx% personnel cut in my area in the next few months/ year are true.

I've learned in recent years I'm really good at building rapport alongside having a strategic mindset, and that my secret power really is cultivating personal connection even in a stultified professional context. Even though I joined my firm at almost the worst possible moment, and even though being 10 years younger would dramatically improve my outlook, I have hope.

 

[Skelboen]

Just learned that a relative of mine killed himself today. He was the primary caretaker of his mentally disabled sister, who was the one that found him.

Very depressing all around. Not going to post about it further, but please pray for both of them.

You don't need to explain any more. Thoughts and prayers all around. Suicide is one of those things where you can't just pat the people left behind on the shoulder and say "I hope you're OK" because you're probably not going to be OK for months or years after the fact. It's the main reason I haven't blown my own brains out with a shitty little 410 shotgun: Someone has to find the corpse and a whole bunch of family members will pop out of nowhere and suddenly be devastated by my death while picking over my belongings looking for gold and jewels

If we're sharing wizarding knowledge, I know some animal related spells, mainly animal friendship. Admittedly that's a druid spell but y'know,

Dude I've got cattle droving skills that can't be explained with words, just actions. Methods of getting big violent angus and hereford bulls into a yard to pop ear tags into them and eventually play with them like pets. BUT: I hum everything to the tune of Mustache TV by Atom And His Package. "It's the ear tag, it's the ear tag," or it's "The hunstman, it's the huntsman" to the spiders on my wall. I always hum a tune while working with animals and they recognize it when I'm doing something else and humming the same tune.

I can't explain how much I love cows. I've been a dairy worker for 10+ years but also do veterinary work for cheap cunts that can't afford to call the vet. I'll tackle a heifer and go elbow-deep in her to retrieve a calf, and I'll ween the shit out of that little thing. I've got so many potty calves that are like puppies or kittens at the moment

The song I hum: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifyujfDnYsc

Edit: It's a reference to 1984. The mustache on the TV is meant to be George Orwell related

 

[Cups2Cups]

If we're sharing wizarding knowledge, I know some animal related spells, mainly animal friendship. Admittedly that's a druid spell but y'know,

I'm more of a multi-tool of useless knowledge that somehow comes out at the right time and suddenly everything is either better or burning.

 

[nycifer]

Tonight I'll resume the saga with my bald-bastard of a coach. I expect bullshit to happen, but we'll see. I've discovered that I can end the PAL loan early in one swoop of a paycheck that is upcoming, so that is to me what is on the line for a tolerable couple weeks.

Nothing says how bad you want to work than not sleeping much, being filled with anxiety and coping before it is all said and done.

 

[Skelboen]

I'm more of a multi-tool of useless knowledge that somehow comes out at the right time and suddenly everything is either better or burning.

I start like this in every rural job I do. I'm not retarded, but I'm a bit deaf and need someone to show me the exact process 4 or 5 times before I get it. You can take that one autistic skill you have and monetize it for ~$30 an hour

 

[Cups2Cups]

I start like this in every rural job I do. I'm not retarded, but I'm a bit deaf and need someone to show me the exact process 4 or 5 times before I get it. You can take that one autistic skill you have and monetize it for ~$30 an hour

Your boss is nice. I feel like I met him and hugged him.

 

[⋖ cørdion ⋗]

I made a day-to-day Excel sheet to track all the bad things I might do. Order food, get drunk, stare at my phone in bed. It's an incentive to avoid doing so, having to then put in the effort to go write it into the table. It's oddly motivating; we'll see how long it sticks.

I feel your love of nature. Do you know any truck drivers, like interstate haulers? My last job paid for my Heavy Rigid license and I'm tempted to go for the MC (Australia) B-double ticket that will let me drive Road Trains between Melbourne and Perth because nobody else wants to do it and all the old drivers are retiring. As long as you have two arms and two legs you'll be alright

I'm no loner and like being around other people, so not sure trucking is all that. Maybe if it's small-scale, but then I read that people get like 30-35 stops in the most dogshit dense areas of the capital. I can respect professional pride in becoming good at something like driving and jackknifing, but then I'd prefer meeting into an office where I drive around to locations or something.

I knew a guy who tried to become a teacher for 3 years, working hotdog stands. Nobody faulted him cause he had a family going on the sideline. I've nothing but work so it's all I measure my worth by. Aaaa fuck it. Half a year of labor and I'll reconsider things. The goal was to quit my job and get my health back and I'm doing good, already avoiding a month of unemployment.

I start like this in every rural job I do. I'm not retarded, but I'm a bit deaf and need someone to show me the exact process 4 or 5 times before I get it. You can take that one autistic skill you have and monetize it for ~$30 an hour

Welding sounds kinda amazing. You can work the same job as the next guy over but be paid twice as much because you're twice as good. I was recommended a welding subreddit and it's just dudes with pride in their work. We had a youngun handyman start at my old workplace and the older guys faulted him for not having the balls to put up a shelf unless they told him where and how. Like, obviously if you're new you don't take lightly drilling into a structure and leaving your work behind for years if not decades. Good superiors really make or break people.

I take initiative, I wanna fix things, I wanna go "Oh btw I fixed that issue", but my current coworkers completely stunted all of that and basically made me unlike myself. I'm quiet but animated and enthusiastic about getting things done. I miss being that.