Last night FUCKING sucked

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Somehow I knew this would be a bad year. How did I know? I woke up on my birthday with the worst hangover I’ve ever had. Not the day after mind you (that would be apropriate and entirely acceptable) but the day of. I almost didn’t make it to my party.

Anyway, last night was the cherry on top of my cake.

Oh and don’t give me sympathy, I’m really past it at this point. Other stories of general suckiness would be apreciated though.

I went to work at the club. Of course the club was closed because the prmoters were having problems. cool I thought, a night off. I’m going to go home and watch TV. I’m walking along in my own world, minding my own business. All of a sudden there is a big bright shiny knife about 2 inches in front of me. It’s attached to a 20-something ashhole punk.
Of course. Why didn’t I think of it. I haven’t been robbed yet this year, it was bound to happen. So I hand over my money like a good little robbee, he jumps in a car with his cholo friends and speeds off. Fuck.
So, I’m understandably upset. There is something about being robbed with a weapon that emasculates you. Plus, I’m well aware that if I had been paying attention to my srroundings it probably wouldn’t have happened. I blame myself.
So I go to my *(sorta)*girlfriend’s house to get comfort and such. She gives me beers and then offers me these pills to help me relax. Magnesium something or other, they’re supposed to help you relax your muscles. I lie down and drift off.

GREAT BURNING MONKEY ASSES FROM HELL. I wake up with a searing pain in my chest. Heartburn. Now, let me tell you I NEVER get heartburn. I’ve gotten it once before in my life (and then it wasn’t so bad). This is reallly really bad. Plus the fact that it’s unfamiliar and woke me up. Of course she doesn’t have anything to help me with it. So I spend the night trying to sleep but not really being able to.

So here I am on a Thursday. No money and no sleep.

Again, I don’t really want sympathy. Just other stories I can look at and say, aw it wasn’t that bad.

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Don’t know if you’ve seen this thread yet, but it might help.

Sorry if I can’t help more, but I thought this was going to be a thread on really bad sex… :wink:

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oldie, I got this in email a few days ago. I always delete these things right after scanning them but somehow this one ended up sticking…

If you’re having a bad day, consider the
following:

  1. The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon
    Valdez oil spill in Alaska was $80,000. At a special
    ceremony, two of the most expensively saved animals were
    released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from
    onlookers. A minute later, in full view, they
    were both eaten by a killer whale.

  2. A psychology student in New York rented
    out her spareroom to a carpenter in order to nag him
    constantly and study his reactions. After weeks of
    needling, he snapped and beat her repeatedly with an axe leaving her mentally retarded.

  3. In 1992, Frank Perkins of Los Angeles made an attempt on
    the world flagpole-sitting record. Suffering
    from the flu he came down eight hours short of the 400 day
    record, his sponsor had gone bust, his girlfriend had
    left him and his phone and electricity had been cut off.

  4. A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen, shaking frantically with what looked like a wire
    running from his waist towards the electric
    kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current, she whacked him with a handy plank of wood by the back door,
    breaking his arm in two places. Until that moment he had been happily listening to his walkman.

  5. Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn.
    Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped
    through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two
    hapless protesters to death.

And finally…
6. Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn’t pay
enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with “return to sender” stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits.

There now! Your day’s not so bad, is it?

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Tuesday was my worst hangover ever.

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OldscratchOOC was it in Oaktown of SF? There’s been a rash of robberies in Oakland (along International, I saw a police bulletin on it this weekend), and my sister was robbed at knife point a couple of months back.

As for the weapon and emascualtion. Don’t take it that way, I got robbed in Sobrante Park (105th and Edes area if you’re not familiar with that part of Oakland) a couple of years back by an asshole with a gun. At first I felt the same way but after thnking about it, I rather be bitching about it than dead.

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But funny nonetheless.

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oldscratch, honey, I KNOW this is not what you want to hear…but I, for one, am sssssooooooooooo happy you’re here to tell us about it. However you feel right now…I’m just thankful you’re able to bitch about it.

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I don’t have any life sucks stories this week, and since you don’t want sympathy, I won’t offer that either. All I can tell you is I think you win The Official SDMB Shitty-Things-That-Happened-To-Me Award this week. So take that award, shine it up real nice, and stick it…on your mantle, or, if it pleases you more feel free to take The Rock’s advice, I’ll leave it to your discretion. Cheer up, man.

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oldscratch, I feel for you.

Right now, I am getting to watch two children who dropped their comatose mother off at a hospice and LEFT HER TO DIE WHILE THEY LEFT TOWN FOR A FOOTBALL GAME squabble over her estate. She regained consciousness, BTW, in a strange place alone, before succumbing. Hell of a way to go, and if there is a heaven then she’s in it, and if there is a hell I have made their reservations.

Makes for a lovely week.

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“GREAT BURNING MONKEY ASSES FROM HELL” BWAHAHAHAHA
an alternative story:
Five weeks ago I was coming home after a long night. I had to park four blocks from my apt. near a nasty little liquor store. It was about three A.M. and I had let my SA slip a little. Suddenly a little(5’2") scrawny guy was standing about ten feet in front of with a small swiss army style knife yelling for my money.
Now I’m 6’2" 235# and was in security jobs for most of the last ten years. I said “OK, just chill” as I reached for my back pocket. However, when my hand came around, instead of my $125 Coach wallet with $250 in it, there was a 21" expandable baton! Now he really didn’t have time to think about it as in much less time than it takes to type, I had pulled the baton,stepped out and sideways,struck the knife hand hard enough to break the knife, put the baton back in my pocket and continue home chuckling at the crackhead now laying on the sidewalk yelling about sueing me!
I spoke to my buddy in the Rogers Park police station and Surprise Surprise Surprise!!! no police report has been filed!
I was going to do the cute little " this happened to friend of mine…" thing, but you know what? I don’t care. I did it, I’d do it again, and I actually sleep better knowing that with the proper tools and training, I can protect myself and my kids.
DISCLAIMER: I have extensive training in self defense with and without weapons, I had a tactical advantage and there was a calculatedly acceptable risk to myself. If I had not been armed, had he had a gun, less than ten feet, and any number of other variables, He’d have my wallet and I’d be bitching about it here.

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At least she didn’t take your kidneys.

Glad I could help.

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i can relate. my 24th bday, i of course ended up getting drunk as all piss. made a pass on this girlie i was really into and got shot down in a big way. so anyways, i get to my friends house and we’re all fuckin around, raising havoc, breaking things. so i’m standing on this rowing machine when suddenly, the seat slides, just like it’s s’posed to. i ended up getting my finger stuck b/w the metal base and the handle, crushing my finger to bits. it’s starts bleeding so i just wrap it up and call it a nite, pissed as all hell. i started walking back to my parent’s thinking about how shitty my spring break was, when i looked down and noticed the trail of blood behind me. i got to my parent’s at 3am (i’d lost my keys as well that nite) feeling really lite headed. got taken to the emergency room where they just bandaged me up in triage and made me wait longer. after an hour, i look down at the puddle of blood i’m sitting in and decided to get up and ask how much longer. i stand up, pass out from the blood loss (mixed w/ alcohol) and fall forwards to give myself a concussion and a huge bump on my forehead. the next morning, i was hungover, exhausted from losing all that blood, and my head fuckin hurt as if satan himself had punched my ass out, and the stitches felt pretty nasty. all i could do the next day was brood and say happy fuckin birthday.

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Well, here’s how one week in December went for me; I talked about it in this thread:

Here’s the rundown on my week, y’all:

Sunday: Missed an eagerly-awaited phone call from a girl I met online (first time voice) because her number is blocked from CallerID and my line had Anonymous Call Rejection.

Monday: Removed the anon protection, got to talk to her, had a great conversation. One hour after getting off the phone, I feel like I’ve been shot in the stomach. I go to bed at about 10 PM. I have freaky waking fever-dreams until about 2 AM, when my dinner decides to leave through the ‘IN’ door. More fever dreams, got sleep in 15-minute spurts.

Tuesday: Can’t afford another absence, so I gotta go to school…with a 102 fever, no food in my belly, and a powerful weakness such that I can barely lift my book bag. I slog through the day, managing to keep down water and Gatorade.

Wednesday: Manage to eat a grilled chicken sandwich at about 4 PM, first meal I’ve kept down since lunch Monday. At around 8 PM, I lose a contact lens. I’m pretty sure it’s still in my eye somewhere, off to the side. But, I have to order another one, which will take a few days, and cost about $200 with my crappy prescription.

Thursday: I eat some stir-fried chicken and rice for lunch. I leave a little after 6 PM to go pick up friend Kim to take her to a hockey game for her birthday. On the way there, I narrowly miss hitting a truck that stops suddenly in front of me. The Dodge Ram behind me, though, doesn’t miss me; I get hammered and slammed into the first truck from behind. Radiator is ruptured, front and rear body sections are a mess, my radio came flying out of the dashboard, and my driver’s side seat back now flops around like a fresh fish. No one’s hurt. After lots of accident hoopla, the cop gives me a ride to Kim’s and we make the last two periods of the game. (Kings win!) [note: the total damage to my truck in this accident came to about $5000.]

Friday morning: Returning home at around midnight, I write the negotiation paper I haven’t had the time or inclination for on any of the previous days. Finish at 6:30 AM. Catch a ride to school with Kim (what a sweetie) and turn in the paper before the 9 AM deadline.

So, here I am at present, just after 10 AM, having gone 27 hours without sleep so far, probably won’t get a chance to sleep till this evening. I’ve eaten 2 meals in the last 4 days. Did I mention final exams start next Tuesday, and that law school final exams are the first, last, and only grade you get for a class?

Funny thing is, I feel okay about all of it. The illness kinda cleansed me; I don’t feel tired, and I don’t even feel very hungry. Physically and mentally, I think I feel better than I did last weekend, actually. I’m not even pissed, just kinda amazed at the shitstorm.

The thing that bugs me is, Friday ain’t over yet. Y’all might wanna keep your distance, in case I still have some black karma leaking off me or something.

Anyway, thought I’d share. How’s your week been, eh?

Well, hope that helps a bit.

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Yeah, Oldie, that sucks pretty bad, but I read about this one guy on the SDMB who found out he had cancer * and * lost his job on the same day. Boy, that would really suck.
Oh wait.
Er…
um…
yeah.
Oh, hey, look at the time. I’ve got to be going now.