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One is despair and grief that my race is finally run in academia and, while I could keep applying, I just don't believe in it anymore or feel like it's worth the effort and I'm reconciling myself to having to go into other work.
Academia is evil and you have escaped slavery. Do literally anything else.

I know. I know. Academia is seductive. But you have actually escaped evil. Be glad. Academia sucks.
 
Academia is evil and you have escaped slavery. Do literally anything else.

I know. I know. Academia is seductive. But you have actually escaped evil. Be glad. Academia sucks.
I just wanted to teach. The market collapsed. Demographic cliff. Other bullshit going on related. I don't like statistics. I don't like research. I maybe could have liked it if I had advisors that had cared to cultivate me as an independent researcher but they ran a diploma mill inside of a supposedly good department. I have no idea of what to do besides try to offload the job search onto a staffing agency and those place you in mid-tier work that's beneath what I should be making. I don't care about money but money is the only measuring stick I have now.
 
Just go grey. Silver grey hair on men is attractive. For women just let it go grey and have it blended professionally if there’s a significant line. You do need to look after it a bit differently as it has a slightly different texture. Overly dark hair dye when you’re older looks really harsh. Mine is starting to get grey strands through it and it’s fine, it’s just life. I won’t dye mine unless it has a significant break line and even then it’ll just be to blend it better. You need to work with the way your skin and hair changes as you slide towards death’s embrace.
 
I'm having a minor, hilarious crisis. I'm babysitting my parents' frenchie because my dad is out of town and my mother can't walk him due to her arthritis and her crutches. He is a hilarious little creature but he is literally denser than a rock. It took me THREE years to teach him how to heel without guiding him to my left leg using a treat, he refuses to lie down without being guided down with a hand motion and he still has not understood my old bitch does not want to play with him, no matter how much he barks and jumps around her. He's 5.

Anyway, he has gotten this idea into his thick skull that because I kept a box of dog toys at the top of a bookcase, that means that there's still a box of toys up there. There isn't. There hasn't been for two years now. He also thinks my dining table in the kitchen has a bounty of squeaky balls, because I once procured one from my bag when it was on the table.
Suffice it to say, he is snorting, barking, whining, crying and clawing at me to get me to magic out some more squeaky tennis balls and he wants them NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.
He has like five different squeaky balls scattered around my home.

It's day three of his stay and I think my dad is coming back into town tomorrow or on saturday. The dog usually falls into our routine of three walks a day, so he's just being a brat today because I left them leashed outside when I went to pick up my meds earlier.
As of writing, he has accepted that I'm ignoring him and he's sleeping noisily in the dogbed to my right.
Frenchies are one of my favourite breeds in the whole world, I just wish there wasn't so many unethical backyard breeders who only see profit when they look at these absolute creatures.
They have personalities that are beyond explanation, the best way I can describe them is "unintentional and intentional clowns".
 
It's 5AM. I'm in on-line training with some of the stupidest motherfuckers on the planet. It's on-line so I can at least shitpost here. Already had a Jeet message me for something that apparently thought I knew something about the course, likely because I have a "white" name. At least the moon outside is pretty.
 
Sick in bed, drinking medicinal tea by the gallon. Has elderflowers, thyme and willow in it. Tastes like i am drinking a tree. Parcel service once again decided to not even bother driving into my area/to my house (they got live tracking and i followed this cunt for 20 minutes yesterday, wondering what the fuck he's doing) yesterday so now i, once again, have to pick up my stuff from the ass end of nowhere, sick or not i need what's in that parcel.
Looks fade, but boring and shy is to the last
Boring is a massive deal breaker for me as well, next to being stupid. Had a somewhat pretty girl way, way back, sex was good but you simply couldn't hold a conversation with her. I was with her for quite a while, too, around two years IIRC, in hindsight i have no clue how i did manage staying together with her for so long It was the sex. She utterly mind-broke me by saying after every single movie we watched "I did not understand this film". Woman, we just watched Pirates of the Carribean 2 and not Citizen Kane... :story:

When i went out with her on a double date or some group function she just wouldn't talk, not because she was shy but because she simply had nothing to say. Then, without fail, she'd tell me "That was a real nice evening." afterwards and, by God, she meant it.

Sometimes i really envy people like that, i imagine life is so much easier for them without all that pesky thinking.
Frenchies are one of my favourite breeds in the whole world, I just wish there wasn't so many unethical backyard breeders who only see profit when they look at these absolute creatures.
Same, even though the breed standard is pretty fucked from a health perspective even without backyard breeders. They desperately need to breed in traits so that these ugly, little monsters have a proper snout again, same as with pugs and other dogs that can't properly breathe due to retarded show dog breed standards.
 
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Woke up this morning, found the remaining $11 on my checking just gone. It was gone to a subscription I totally forgot about 3 months ago to some movie thing. Had to e-mail and get a one-time courtesy to have it reversed because I need my coping budget for work this week.

I think I'm going cynical, during the entire moment of being pissed off over something unexpected, forgotten and sudden, the only way I got to feel better was watching people get beaten in some foreign shit nation like Brazil. There isn't a lot these days that just calms me down when just dealing with any amount of bullshit that happens, but I guess watching violence happen to others seem to have done it. Probably why I watch a lot of tazer, resisting arrest bodycam videos. I just want to see others fuck up their lives more than I have with mine.

I guess it's in a way to tell myself "wow...I may think I have it bad with an inconvenience, but I'm not having it as bad as this dumb fucker getting the literal shit beaten out of him".
 
It's 5AM. I'm in on-line training with some of the stupidest motherfuckers on the planet. It's on-line so I can at least shitpost here. Already had a Jeet message me for something that apparently thought I knew something about the course, likely because I have a "white" name. At least the moon outside is pretty.
At least you can get away with it. My job watches you like a hawk if you do online training or anything. The meet yesterday was just about paid time off and how they are going to give you less of it. You only get 3 days for bereavement now.
 
Not that great. Worn down, borderline sick...

The night ended last night with my throat feeling raw, a dead giveaway I'm about to have a sore throat. Thankfully I was in a better mindset last night, so I slept still and warm, and my mouth stayed shut so I slept through just my nose; dreaming about making progress, seeing friends, etc.

I woke up and while I still feel crusty and a bit dry, it's not the sore throat. I barely made it to Goodwill in the cold and then I came home, took a hot shower, got in my PJs and now I'm just going to take it easy for the rest of the day. Try to nap, just relax; I feel like I need it. I just have a dry pressure in my face and dry crust, it's hard to explain... Ugh... I wonder what I did last night, because I was feeling fine when I was posting.
 
I think it is worth the effort to learn how to cut your own hair. It may be difficult in your case since it's shorter, but I'd give it an honest shot when you're comfortable and it's long enough to go have it fixed if you fuck up.

Hairdressers are so unreliable. I've never had one that I liked. I got tired of paying money to have my head molested and my life ruined for a month until my hair grew back out. I've been cutting it myself for years. I've never been trained or anything, but after a couple of attempts you figure out what you like and what works for that.

I'm sorry about your hair. I understand the feeling. Sending you hugs and love. All will be okay.
She didn't ruin the haircut, it's long now and I trim it at home because, again, I don't trust hairdressers lol.
But I wanted to do some exposure therapy and asked for some thin, SOFT highlights and she gave me these big chunks of PISS yellow and just completely fried my hair.
I went to an emergency appointment at some random salon and he couldn't do much for me because it was too damaged. So now it still looks awful and I paid so much money for some bullshit that in some parts is pee yellow and in others is white and dry as shit and is completely unblended and I have to wait at least 3 months to try to fix it again or else the hair is gonna fall off.

It's fine though. I will make it work somehow. And you're right, they are unreliable. You'll see their posts on their instagram page and you'll ask for the exact same thing and they manage to fuck it all up.
 
Ugh... I wonder what I did last night, because I was feeling fine when I was posting.
Probably got cooties from the qt gal at the store. Rip brother.
Jokes aside, so far this winter the ginger shot things Null was talking about on the last MATI have been working for me. I did get a cold or flu or whatever very briefly last year as winter was starting, but that was before I discovered the ginger shots. I've been doing a lot of walking and interacting with/being near people more than ever and haven't had any issues with getting sick since I started gingering it up.
 
I passed my fucking driving exam. I'm late as hell but I dont care because I still did it and it's better late than never. I fucking did it.
 
this is hilarious...and im sure people have noticed, but im late to everything..so i bought this game a while back and finally played it today, and i swear to god they added cyraxx somehow, and its great. there is no way an accident. i about died laughing :story:
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I feel bad man, the momentum of people who have MAiD or die of Cancer keeps increasing. Why the fuck is everyone dropping dead of cancer? The slogan should be:
If Cancer doesn't getcha, MAiD.
If MAiD doesn't getcha, kill yourself faggot
 
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I've gotta have ear surgery again this month. It's the 4th or 5th time I've had the same procedure done in my life and this time it basically is chaining me to seeing an Otolaryngologist every 6 months for the rest of my life. Worst part is I have to pay 1.5k USD for the privilege.

I think my fucking yearly deductible is 5k or something retarded like that.
 
Walked to work. Spent the morning remotely fine tuning a medium voltage drive that is powering the motor for an industrial shredder. Basically a 10 tone wheel is spun at around 600 rpm. These heavy hammers are forced outward. They then feed a car into it and it gets processed in about 2 seconds into a million pieces.

To piss off the boomer, I had our young electrician, who only does low voltage right now, sit in on the teams meeting.

This kid was taking notes the whole time. Whenever we stopped for a break, he would be peppering me with questions.

Good questions. I know people like to shit on zoomers but this kid is alright. Even the scrap yard engineers were jelling with the kid.

I want to take the kid in my next assignment but that is in some remote gold mine in Nunavut, Canada. I know the company isn't going to okay that just cause of the costs involved.

Instead, I promised him I would try to get him to go with me to Cape Canaveral, FL for an aerospace job. But knowing the boomer, since this is like a high prestige assignment, he is going to worm his way into the gig and be completely fucking useless.

Also, I'm now getting spam from headhunting firms non-stop offering me a job with my old company that fired me in April. We aren't even talking on linkedin. I'm getting this shit on my goddamn work email. I'm betting they are expecting me to take a 50% pay cut if I was retarded enough to even entertain the offer.

Still, I miss Appalachia. The West Coast sucks.
 
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