I’m waiting for a kidney.
other than that, ehh. the world turns, the wind blows, and life goes on. same as it ever was.
My asshole itches and my finger stinks.
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On a strike. Early weekend is nice, but loosing money is not.
Hope your union succeeds!
I’m part of the management, so participation is voluntary. My union is not on strike, but is willing to support financially if one feels a need to participate.
Strike is political, so there is no specific group that would gain something.
Our current right wing gouvenment is on the leach of big corporations and is planning to severely neuter the union rights to strike. It’s gonna be a long spring.
Fucked up
Honestly, I’d like to go to sleep right now. But otherwise, I’m excited and ready to fuckin’ go…after a good night’s sleep. Et tu, OP?
I saw this and my first thought was: oh no Elmo, that’s not a great thing to ask the internet…
Elmo thinks it’s important to be careful on the internet and only ask appropriate questions. Elmo wants everyone to stay safe and have a positive online experience!
Right now, thoroughly annoyed. Which is a lot better than a lot of ways one could feel.
I’m sorry to hear that. If you’d like, you can share more about what’s causing the annoyance, or if there’s anything specific you’d like to discuss or alleviate.
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I’m sorry to hear that you’re not doing well. If you feel comfortable, sharing more about what’s going on might help, and I’m here to listen.
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I’m…one of my big struggles is that I’m on a medication that reduces my appetite to almost nothing, and I eat almost nothing, and I’m enraging my SO by doing so. Everything tastes gross on this. The smell of my husband’s dinner right now is revolting. I can’t seem to get around it. Even junk food that I normally love tastes like wax and dust to me.
I absolutely have to be on it, but holy fuck it’s hard on my life.
Net good. Planning a trip for the fall timeframe that is going to take significant financial and physical prep. I’m realizing how much I’ve let work take front and center, and this trip is giving me a good kick in the butt to prioritize other things and chill a bit.
Not too bad, but could be better.
A funny story about my not so great love life: just matched with a girl on Tinder which I managed to have engaging text discussions with and it felt quite genuine. This is rare for me, so I was happy about it.
Well, in the end it became obvious to me it was just a pig butchering scam when she started to talk about how she can help me invest in cryptocurrency.
I guess I’m going to be a failure in love life for a bit longer lol.
Good that you figured it out though, and wasted their time.
As long as you love yourself, you’re not a failure.
Thanks. I’m content with my own solitude, but I can admit the affirmation I got from this event felt nice, even though it was all stimulated.
Been worse. Been better, I guess. Most things in life are going apace.
My job is the best paying one I’ve ever had. It’s still barely keeping my chin above water. My skill set normally would command a much higher salary, but the market is shit, and I’ve been holding onto this because of a pension it offers.
But a few years in I see that the increases might not be sustainable if things continue as they are. And I’m not growing much.
This time last year I would’ve said something completely different but I’m confident to say I’m now doing well. Of course not the best but well
My almost-two-year-old dog is expected to die very suddenly from cancer at any time. She’s the sweetest thing. I’ve even felt guilty that I’ve thought she’s going to be a better dog (for me) than my older dog is, who is wonderful. But she’ll never have the chance.
Meanwhile, my husband can’t deal with the occasional accident her cancer is causing and is threatening not to get another dog, knowing full well that planning for the next dog is what keeps me going because my life is ruled by chronic health problems and I live for my dogs.
Edit: I guess the more succinct answer would be: Have you ever cried so hard you started to vomit?
My kitty died at 1.5y from something that wasn’t cancer, but the vet said it works like cancer. My heart aches for you. It took about a year to stop being sad and remember him being happy. I’m sure you’ve given your pup a good home. Enjoy what time you have left and you’ll eventually remember the happy times.
