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Yesterday I asked for a short vacation and they said it was ok. One hour later my coworker injured himself and today they asked me to work in his stead. "If you do not have any plans of course" - oh, fuck off, if you are so concerned with my plans then do it yourself! Yes, I had a plan, a plan of not working twice today! But ok, coworker says he will be back by tomorrow, I ask again about a vacation and what do I get? "Oh, I don't know, Juan, we got a lot of work next week, can you take a shorter leave?" - oh, of fucking course. Every other person is going to have a vacation next month, last time I had to work like that I had chest pains by the end of it, so exhausted I was, but of course it is me who has to sacrifice his vacation. They know perfectly well I hate this job and they just keep doing this. Fuck this, I want to fuck up so badly that I'll just get fired on the spot, I am so tired of this shit.
 
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This morning I woke up from a nightmare of a black person standing over me, to a black woman standing over me. Panicked I kicked her in the chest and screamed "who the fuck are you!" at the top of my lungs... It was my computer chair.

I'm decorating my bedroom it's empty aside from my computer chair and the mattress I drag in to sleep.
 
Think one of the guys living in my apartment building has a drinking problem. It didn't cross my mind until today.

I've had a single encounter with him. Found him sprawled on the floor in the hallway, reeking of beer. I tried to help but he was twice my width and much taller than me, and I'm some average height foid. I managed to roll him onto his stomach but he was lying diagonally in a narrow hallway, and it was pretty difficult to get him to sit, let alone stand.

I often see him in town, on his mobility scooter, buying beer and bread at random hours of the day. Then he enters the store on foot. I have only seen him buy bread and beer.

Today I go out to get some stuff from the store for the weekend, and I see him standing by our dumpsters, rambling and pissing...on our dumpsters.

...Aight.

His apartment is five steps away from the dumpster. The hallway also reeks of beer.

On one hand, I kinda wanna be like "Not my problem" but on the other hand, I sort of feel slightly worried.
 
Docs hit me with Diluadid to help ease the pain. Finally feeling good. Gonna take a nap until they have to get me up for labs and vitals.
 
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meant to post this ages ago, then boom september is almost over too...
 
Fuck this, I want to fuck up so badly that I'll just get fired on the spot, I am so tired of this shit.
Get fired and go get that unemployment. You successfully claiming unemployment increases the unemployment tax rate for your ex-employer, thus forcing them to cough up more money to the state.
 
Get fired and go get that unemployment. You successfully claiming unemployment increases the unemployment tax rate for your ex-employer, thus forcing them to cough up more money to the state.
Nah, they will replace me in a finger snap. I am just a well enough combination of not critically fucking up and not getting too fed up to quit. Also, so far it looks like it's the only option for now.
On the other hand, they approved my vacation. "Oh, Juan, you meant this many days for this period? Oh, that's ok then!" Yeah, like the last time, like I fucking told you, what is so complicated about it? If you just said "yes" I wouldn't be so angry.
 
I think I'm finally out of the mental fog and depression that was going on since August.
 
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I think you win understatement of the year, Deer.

Your neighbor has far more than a "drinking problem."
Yeah, most likely. I don't know the guy so I've been a bit lenient with calling him a drunk and I don't know what he's called. It's not uncommon for people to remove their name tags from the doors out here either.

I wonder if I can do some kind of anonymous tip for a wellness check or just let the objectively just world run its course. The latter is perhaps the best option though I pity the guy but he'd probably urinate on me if I told him that.
 
Yeah, most likely. I don't know the guy so I've been a bit lenient with calling him a drunk and I don't know what he's called. It's not uncommon for people to remove their name tags from the doors out here either.

I wonder if I can do some kind of anonymous tip for a wellness check or just let the objectively just world run its course. The latter is perhaps the best option though I pity the guy but he'd probably urinate on me if I told him that.
I don't know what the social services are like where you are. If such a thing is viable you could call it in next time you find him passed out. It's tricky because you want to help him not accidentally get him in trouble if they decide to do him for drunk and disorderly or something. Though realistically there's not much the police actually do about such things these days. Is he working age or is he old? He probably doesn't have many people in his life if he's that bad. Maybe ask around in the store where he buys his bread and beer or other neighbours, see if anybody knows if he has family or anything. Just keep your safety in mind first.
 
Yeah, most likely. I don't know the guy so I've been a bit lenient with calling him a drunk and I don't know what he's called. It's not uncommon for people to remove their name tags from the doors out here either.

I wonder if I can do some kind of anonymous tip for a wellness check or just let the objectively just world run its course. The latter is perhaps the best option though I pity the guy but he'd probably urinate on me if I told him that.
Had an employer pull similar shit once. I needed to take one whole day off for contractors to come fix something at my house. Immediate supervisor was already gone on a two week vacation, so I went to his supervisor and he approved it. My supervisor gets back the day before I'm supposed to take off and denies my day off because I "went over his head." They could very clearly tell how pissed I was for the rest of the day. He sits me down at 2pm with his "gracious" offer that I stay home until the contractors leave, then come to work, then work 2 extra hours every day that week to "make up" for it. I hope another opportunity makes itself open for you soon, because a few more interactions like that from even higher management and I left that shithole. That supervisor also had the audacity to list me as a reference about a year after I was gone. Guessing it didn't work out for him after they called me.
 
We went back to our shitty little village to spread what pitiful remains the crematorium gave us of our youngest brother.
We didn't have funny stories to share, because what's funny about a decade or more of hard drugs and unmedicated paranoid schizophrenia?
My middle brother, always the peacemaker as middle children tend to be, tries comfort, "It wasn't your fault, you know that, right?"
We spread him into the river that goes through the family property, it was the best place I could think of. His illness precluded any kind of favorite place of his since 'generic drug den' doesn't feel like a place I want to have a moment in, and so many people like him develop hydrophilia to cope.
'What a fucking waste' I say to nobody.
The only bad we feel is the guilt at the relief that this is finally over.

That night, we get a reminder that its all so much bigger than us, and its all beautiful because the alternative is to just be mired in other people's bullshit forever.

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We leave the next morning feeling better and go home to our daughters.
 
I've had a store call me twice to schedule an interview but they always call me during my work hours (which are different every day mind you) and it's so pathetic how unlucky I am. Can't text them or call back. Emailing HR is probably useless too. Anyways just have been very unlucky lately, this store pays almost twice as much as what I'm making now.
 
Had an employer pull similar shit once. I needed to take one whole day off for contractors to come fix something at my house. Immediate supervisor was already gone on a two week vacation, so I went to his supervisor and he approved it. My supervisor gets back the day before I'm supposed to take off and denies my day off because I "went over his head." They could very clearly tell how pissed I was for the rest of the day. He sits me down at 2pm with his "gracious" offer that I stay home until the contractors leave, then come to work, then work 2 extra hours every day that week to "make up" for it. I hope another opportunity makes itself open for you soon, because a few more interactions like that from even higher management and I left that shithole. That supervisor also had the audacity to list me as a reference about a year after I was gone. Guessing it didn't work out for him after they called me.
I wanted to give you Feels for most of your post, but I had to make it a Like for that last sentence!
 
the fruit flies or gnats or whatever the fuck those little bastards are. Whatever they are, they are not long for this world.
Oh those little fuckers. They’re usually in either your sink drains or your pot plants (houseplants, not weed… we call them pot plants.) anyway, bleach and hot water down the sink drains, and for the plants you can immerse the plant (soil and all!) in hydrogen peroxide and it’ll nuke them .
Made it through the high dose chemo and two recovery days. My transplant of my own white blood cells back to me is today and then 11-14 days of waiting around until I'm good. Already feel like dogshit so I plan to sleep through all this.
I am rooting for you.
I finally went to my doctor to address my biggest concern which are tremors that I started experiencing in my head and my hands about a year ago. I’ve 100% convinced myself that they’re caused by a brain tumor and I’ll be dead before long.
Tremors can be benign, so don’t rush to thinking it’s terrible, but do get it checked
Just watched my dad die in front of me
I am so sorry. Not much I can say without sounding trite, but keeping you in my thoughts too.
 
Medication is working! I think I may up the dose slightly, though. Feeling okay for the most part, some anxiety still but that's my baseline.

Feeling a bit frustrated, too. I have to work with a bunch of really weird people on a uni project for this academic year and one of them demands that we call her 'it', and that she has like 3/4 people in her. I've never heard of this shit really aside from it being super fake but it's fucking bizarre.

We all have to use different pronouns for the different 'people' and she gets really fuckin butthurt when we use the wrong ones for the wrong 'person' despite not telling us which 'person' she is. It's exhausting working with her. The others are at least a touch less retarded, so yay, small wins? I hate the UK uni sphere, it's full of retarded leftists. I want to just get my degree and get the hell out of here.

I'm the only normal person in this group project, and the only person who submits their work on time, we're a week and a bit into classes and they're all already fucking behind on the assignment that is due (which was an extension) on Friday. And you know it's fucked up if I'm the most normal person there; a socially anxious autistic. Christ help me.

If this impacts my grades, I'm gonna actually spaz out. I submit my scholarship applications this year, I need the best grades possible and I'm not willing to settle for anything less than the knowledge that it's from my best efforts.

Anyway, keeping well, blessings to all as always. Hope you're all keeping well! Much love! <3
 
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