For the record, I’d like to say that IDBB does have a live journal, her sig used to link to it. I visited it once, out of curiosity and it looks as if she posts there every day.
The girl’s got too much time on her hands if you ask me (but somehow, she still doesn’t have enough time to go to school…)
Okay, so for about five weeks I did the whole ‘you can’t control other people, just your reaction to them’ Then summer vacation was over and I had to go out and deal with actual people again. When they did something idiotic, it was really hard to get the remote control to change them to the Animal Planet channel. It’s a nice goal, that infinite patience, but just not always acheivable, by this puny human at least.
As for rich vs. poor. I wonder if it varies from community to community, not just person to person? Where I live right now, everybody lets their kids act like monsters. In another town, a good two hours away but nearly identical in every way, the parenting is very much more ‘strict’. Both communities are absolutely dirt poor, BTW.
Well, you’ve got a point there as well. I get a kick out of customerssuck.com. But the difference is, that’s the kind of site where hit-and-run posting is the order of the day. People post one or two anecdotes, usually ones that they’ve dredged up from jobs they left a long time ago, and that’s it. They don’t make an ongoing soap opera out of it, and bring in all this jazz about their husband, and how they thought this job would be better than the last, and they really should go to school but don’t have the time, and they hate it where they live and…
their in-laws are horrible yuppie princesses, their allergic to the soap at work, people are dressing like them…
Fuckin’ A. Do you get punched in the head on a regular basis or something? Who the fuck chooses to work at a fast food drive in? This isn’t anybody’s career choice, this is the job you take when your work experience, your current education, and/or the state of the economy in your area prevents you from getting a decent job. I don’t know spit about IDBB, but I can pretty much fucking guarantee you she isn’t working at Sonic because she wants to, she’s doing it because she has to.
And it has everything to do with you getting upset at a moderator over a non-insult, you hypocritical putz. You chose to read this message board, you chose to post in the Pit, and (by your own brand of insane Vulcan logic) you chose to get upset at a moderator you know damn well has a reputation for being ascerbic. Try this one on for size, cockring: If you post like an idiot in the Pit, a pretty fucking large percentage of the other posters are going to mercilessly mock you. If you get angry about it, it’s all your own damn fault, innit?
I probably do have time to go to school actually, but you know what, lezlers? I have no fucking clue as to what I even want to study. Not even a little bit. I probably have LESS of a clue now as to what I’m going to do with my life than I did when I was in HS.
I used to think I wanted to be an actress but I realized after taking two semesters of drama classes, I didn’t want to do that. Then I thought maybe I’d be a writer, but I suck at that also. Then…for a REALLY brief moment…I thought about taking a correspondance course to become a vet tech and realized that I didn’t want to do that either. I am not interested in ANYTHING that would ever make me any money. Retail is the only option I have since I can’t figure out what I wanna do other than survive in life and maybe…maybe…have a little fun along the way. I don’t know what my future holds. Maybe one of these days I’ll figure SOMETHING out and decide what I want to go back to school to study.
Until then…well…tomorrow’s another day and I’m thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain.
IDBB
You know what IDBB?
I’ve tried to help you in the past and what I’ve gotten out of that is that all you want is sypathy. You don’t want help. You just want to complain. I’ve offered you so many suggestions in the past, actually, I’ve answered your previous post in a differen thread before. You either chose not to acknowledge it (as you’ve done with others who have offered advice actually requiring you to get off your ass and do something) or just left the thread all together. That in itself showed me that you are nothing but a whiner. You waste my time and others time on this board who try to help you and you know what the makes you?
A user.
Quit fucking starting whiny ass “poor me” threads if you’re not going to do something to change your situation. Quit fucking starting whiny ass “poor me” threads if you’re not going to have the fucking goddamn common courtesy to reply to people that are trying to help you, regardless of if you agree with their advice or not. Quit fucking starting whiny ass “poor me” threads if you’re going to abandon them the minute they stop going the way you wanted them to.
Quit fucking running away from your problems and deal with them. They’re not going to fucking dissapear.
lezlers–I am dealing with them. Ever since I got fired from B&N back in late Dec of last year I’ve been looking for a half-decent job. I’ve been using Monster.com and Flipdog.com to try and find jobs. I’ve been hitting up websites for companies I’ve seen around town. I’ve filled out too many apps to count at the mall. I’m trying the best I know how to get out of this suck ass situation and find a ‘real’ job. But you know what? It’s fucking difficult. Really fucking difficult. Especially since I’m not even SURE what I want to do with my life. I’ve been applying for jobs for everything from school lunch lady to janitor to fucking real estate office person/appt setter. And nobody ever calls me back and e-mails acknowledging that I even emailed them my resume’ are even more rare. But I just keep schlepping along, sending in online apps and my resume and hope to Goddess that one day I’ll get a call. Maybe if I keep schlepping I will. Until then, I’m going to work at Sonic (which royally sucks ass)and trying to find something else. It’s not like I"m not trying, lez. I really am. I"m not ‘running away from my problems’ as you put it. I am dealing with them as best I can right at the moment.
I am the classic Gen Xer (except I’m not a Gen Xer I’m a Gen Yer or something). I have no direction in life and little use for schooling. I am intelligent but don’t really give a shit about it. I have useless hobbies that will get me nowhere. And you know what…other than the fact that I have a shitty ass job that sucks ass, I have a decent life. I have a husband who loves me, a job that pays the bills, a house, a car and two cats. I am living the American fucking Dream.
IDBB
There you go. Positives. Focus on them.
No offense, IDBB, but don’t paint us Gen Xers with that broad brush, thank you very much.
No direction in life? No use for schooling? Intellegent but not giving a shit about it?
Can you perhaps be a bit more insulting to the people of my generation?
You are not a “classic Gen-Xer” , you,my dear, are simply a classic whiner.
Bad News–I apologize for schmearing your generation. It’s 1:30 Am here, I’m tired, can’t sleep and am royally annoyed that I am incredibly underqualified for any job that might come my way.
Sorry.
IDBB
Whatever.
I’m a whopping year older than you so don’t you dare blame your laziness on your “generation.” I too am part of that and I pride myself on being nothing like you.
And are you fucking kidding me? Who the fuck is going to hire someone who has nothing outside of mall experience for a “real job” in this economy?
Get yourself out of la la land and fucking go to school if you don’t want to be flipping burgers for the rest of your life. No one is going to hand you your perfect job. You’ve got to work for it (and no, that doesn’t include sending online resumes) :rolleyes:
Your pathetic excuses are just that. Pathetic excuses. It doesn’t fucking matter if you don’t know what you want to do. That would be why you’re required to take 2 years of GE classes in college. Why don’t you just admit you’re fucking lazy?
And the fact that you have a husband who loves you a house, car and two cats does nothing but make your incessant whining even more annoying and insulting to those of us who actually worked (and in my case, am still working) our asses off to get where we are instead of standing idly by and waiting for shit to happen to us.
I must say though, I’m shocked you even bothered to respond. Don’t think I forgot about those long, intellegent and thought out posts that Canvasshoes gave you in your soap thread that you didn’t even have the common courtesy to respond to. That was tacky, immature, rude and just plain assholish. Not cool.
Some people that aren’t familiar with your posting style (stay involved in the thread as long as you’re being stroked and bolt the minute someone says something to you you don’t like) may think this is harsh, but you know what? I don’t give a fuck.
I’ve fucking had it with you.
You know what,lezlers?
You’re right.
I’ve managed to skate by and get a few things that I probably don’t deserve to have at all.
I’m a lazy shit, idly standing by waiting for something to happen to me. It’s probably never going to happen. Ever. I know that. I’ve been in denial, I suppose.
And you’re completely right…about everything. You’re being harsh, but you have reason to be. I am a complete and utter shit.
If I had the ability to cry (which I don’t…long story), I’d be crying right now because not only are you so right it’s fucking scary.
I see sending in online apps and submitting my resume’ via email as working for what I want, but I guess others (like you) see it as the lazy way out. I’m sorry. But it’s the only way I know to reach as wide an employment base as I can, seeing as I don’t really even drive. Hell…there are probably jobs not far way in the next town but because I can’t fucking drive, they aren’t even close to being avaible for me. I know…I know. I should shut up and learn to drive. And with time, I"m sure I will eventually. But for now…I’m taking what they given, workin’ for a living and trying to keep my world from going to hell in a fucking handbasket.
I’m sorry you don’t understand, or disagree or whatever. I’m doing the best I fucking can.
IDBB
IDBB
You want to talk about bad circumstances? Like I said in the thread before (after you bailed) I have been homeless, had not a dime to my name (my credit got so fucked up, I couldn’t get a bank account), worked 3 jobs, went through 2 VERY messy breakups (one of them being the cause of my being homeless) been in 2 REALLY bad car accidents (cars totalled) and have lived as far as 80 miles from my school. I also worked a minimum of 40 hours a week, the whole time.
And you know what? I just graduated on Saturday. Took me 7 goddamn years but I did it. I even managed to get into law school.
Now can you understand why some chick sitting up in her big house with her PT Cruiser and her loving husband refusing to go to school fail to get any sympathy out of me?
You’re not doing the best that you can. I know it, and you know it. You’re making excuses because you’re scared. I know, I’ve been there. One thing I sure as hell do know is that you’re not going to get shit if you don’t take some risks.
Obviously, your way is not working. If it was, you wouldn’t be at Sonic. It’s time to try something else.
You know what,lez…I am scared.
Because everything (except learning to drive and getting married) I have failed at.
I was looking at the online catalog for one of the local community colleges and I realized how out of place I would be there.
Fuck…I wouldn’t even be able to pass Basic Mathmatics.
I do not belong in any school save the School of Hard Knocks, where I’ve earned my life degree.
IDBB
you know, IDBB, I have tried to be civil to you and more understanding in general.
What really gets to me is that this is an almost exact repeat of another one of your meltdowns.
You post a rant about your basic unhappiness.
You get great advice, which you tend to ignore.
The thread gets hijacked.
More good advice is given.
You get sympathy from those unfamilar with your style here at the dope.
You bask in sympathy.
A poster points out your past.
You disapear.
You return with a WOE IS ME. I know I am the problem, etc…
You then hang low for a while.
You then post another pit thread about your basic unhappiness, or better yet, you post soley to make fun of others (re: fashion “vitems” thread).
So, here’s what I see:
You are a very unhappy person.
You need therapy, of which you have conceeded.
You have been given great advice, which you always ignore.
You are not content in wallowing in your own unhappiness, but you must also piss on everyone else’s parade. What the fuck is it to you anyway, how people dress? Or what they do for a hobby?
So tell me, IDBB, where do we go from here?
Y’know,Bad News–I have NO clue.
sigh
I would say more but I don’t know how to put what I"m feeling into words right at the moment.
IDBB
What about…
going to a jr college and just looking into it?
why the hell are you giving up before you even have tried? You have an excuse for everything. It is simply amazing how you can wiggle out of anything.
So take ONE class a semester if its all you can do.
Take 10 years to get a degree. So what? Who the hell’s business is it if it takes that long?
It’s YOUR choice if you want to be 30ish with or without a degree.
So what if you have to take a class 6 or 7 times? (this spoken by someone who failed analytical geometry 5 times, so I KNOW it sucks).
You are 20 something years old. Why the HELL are you giving up on life now?
I hate to be so blunt with you, but you seriously need to wake up and smell the coffee.
So I"ve been reading the website for quadC, the local community college and I realize that while toying with the idea of going back to college is fun, it’s not even remotely practical. I remember the long, hard struggle to get a Pell grant when I first exited HS and I realize that now I probably wouldn’t qualify for any grants at all because we probably make too much money.
Add in the fact that I haven’t set foot in a classroom in nearly 4 years and the fact that I am scared shitless about it. I wouldn’t even know where to begin, what to study or even how to obtain copies of my past college transcripts and my TASP results from the last go round.
Hell…I was reading through the online catalog and I don’t even know where to begin. I have no idea what I want to study or even if my past credits even fucking count since it’s been so damned long. I am scared shitless. What if they tell me to fucking give up and go home because it’s not fucking worth even trying?
I am scared…so scared I don’t even how to express it in words. What if CG told me I should screw the idea and not bother? Then what? Do I divorce him, start over and keep trying? Or do I just fucking give up on college and continue on the way things are right now and schlep and flip burgers the rest of my fucking life?
Besides…he’s got a degree and has it done anything for him?Fuck no. He has a fucking associates in Media Technology or something but he’s never been able to use it. But he’s doing fine, on a career path at his job at Best Buy. I see him as inspiration. If I just try really hard and keep working really really hard, I’ll make it. I dunno. That’s what I’ve always been taught. College is for those who care to learn and those who can afford it. Otherwise…forget it…work hard and maybe someday you’ll get what you want.
I’ve resigned myself to flipping burgers for a living because I don’t know anything else to do. I can’t even figure out what I’ve decided to do for a career, like I"m supposed to have by now. I’m fucking 24 almost 25 years old,goddammit.>_<
My life is decent by comparison. I have a house, a car and a job that helps pay the bills.We have cable and a computer and a nice yard with a sprinkler system and two cats. I know I shouldn’t be fucking complaining about anything at all. I just need to fucking SUCK it up and shut up and go about my life.
I promise…from here on out…to try and suck it up and just shut up because I realize compared to some (lezlers comes to mind), I"ve lived a fucking fairytale life.
IDBB
:rolleyes:
That’s about all I can say to you anymore.
Best of luck to you. I genuinely hope you can find happiness somewhere somehow.