Well, it's June; what's bugging you?

flatlined, I would tip the maid. I worked in a hotel for a while and I know a lot of housekeepers that are struggling to make ends meet.

SurrenderDorothy, {{hugs}}

My rant is my sinuses. I’m having a real bad attack today that’s making me nauseous. I need to call my temp recruiter to end this two-month no-job dry spell but I feel terrible. I need to write but I can’t brain today. I need to woman up and just take a “day off” to lie down and feel bad but I feel more guilty about that when I’m unemployed than I did when I was employed.

My cat is on my shitlist for meowing incessantly to be let in and out of the bedroom all night long. I don’t think I got more than two hours of consecutive sleep. We ordered a pet door and it can’t come soon enough.

The cat door saved my furry little bastard’s life. He just sits around now, trying to think of something to complain about, but he’s gotten everything he ever wanted.

I recognize you and wish you well, SurrenderDorothy.

Toenails!!!

Just try to remember it’s temporary. Everything is. Best to you.

Quoted for truth. Things can and often do get better.

I’ll probably still tip the maid if only out of habit. Its only a few bucks, and I’ll spend more than that buying water. I was just wondering how the tipping custom changed when the minimum wage went up so much. I think, but am probably wrong, that tipped employees get almost 8 an hour and the kid who hands you your hamburger out the window gets 10.

Now that I’m all resigned to the fact that I am going to spend the last 2 weeks of June in a glass and concrete downtown area where its going to be at least 120 F every day, its all good. I can’t be bothered to keep track of different tipping customs around the country, so will just keep on doing what I’m doing until someone throws my tip back in my face. Then I will reassess.

Another first world problem. My online boyfriend died. What? Doesn’t everyone have an online boyfriend?

We have had a standing twice weekly “date” week for the last 14 years. When we first met, we tried cybering on Second Life and laughed our selves silly over the poses. Giving up on that, we became really good friends and discussed such things as cats and rocks and cats and coins and cats and coins. We would also take a few minutes to ask about each other’s health.

And, because we were both weird, we had this privacy pact about not searching each other online. But, we could and did send things through the mail. Nothing personal, cat treats, rocks (yes, I did have a tradition of sending him pretty rocks or semi-precious gemstones on his birthday but that was his fault for being born on Halloween. One year I sent him coal for Christmas.)

So, 5 weeks ago, he stood me up. Life happens, but usually we tell each other when we will miss a date. He stood me up on Thursday as well. No email, no message. I started worrying.

I checked our meeting place and my email on a regular basis and today I chose to break my promise. First thing I found was an obit with his picture. I’m really sad about this. He was a really nice guy online and from what I now know of him, was very truthful about his personal life. His wife and kids and grands must really miss him so much.

My biggest gripe?

Rotationists. That small cadre of people worldwide who demand that the earth rotate fully before they recognize the natural shift on time and date.

Typically born on the International Date Line. :cool:

My second biggest gripe? People who fall asleep against you on the subway and then depart, leaving a slick runner of drool on your shoulder.

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I fucking hate being sleep deprived. I hate trying to stay up long enough to attempt to regain semblance of a semi-normal sleep schedule. I hate making myself get up early so that I’m tired enough to sleep at a normal time. I hate insomnia.

Wow. Preach it.

My stress level hit 11 last week and I had to take unpaid time off work to cope. Being off work meant I slept in for 6 days in a row. Sleeping in means I can’t sleep the next night. It’s a vicious circle. I finally made it into work today, but was a zombie.

I really hope I can sleep tonight.

Yeah; “semblance of a semi-normal sleep schedule” - I don’t think I have ever had one of those. Sucks.

That sucks. Deepest sympathies.
I don’t think that’s a ‘first world problem’. Your friend died. Doesn’t matter if it was online or irl, still your friend in every way.

Yeah and now I’m totally fucking exhausted and I’m finally close to my down time but…what I seem to do when I’m like this is I keep a sort of subconscious vigilance towards awareness of my sleepiness. This has me observing to myself that I’m so fucking tired, I should have no problem falling asleep. Should. But I dwell on the fact that I’m still awake, when I’d have no problem if not for that dwelling. And you bet I think about this fact when I’m laying in bed too. I stress and stress about it until I’ve fully shaken off any notion of sleepiness. And a vicious cycle has begun…

Sounds very familiar. But lately, I have this: sit and read until I am so sleepy; falling asleep; dozing right off. Lay down the book, turn out the light, lie down and…wake up. Totally wide awake. Might as well get up. And read for a while. Until I am so sleepy. Rinse and repeat.

I’m sorry for your loss. (((((flatlined)))))

So stop doing all that activity that wakes you up. Rest and close your eyes in the chair and drift off a bit if you can.

But I’ve heard expert advice to get up and do something else if you can’t sleep.

I can’t sleep.

I am a physical mess today. I downed a new protein shake yesterday and it fucked with my stomach (I’m guessing sucralose/Splenda - didn’t catch that it was in there until it made me sick.) My stupid cat kept me up last night (and tonight…), so I was sleep deprived, stomach fucked up, hormonal hot flashes + sore from working out. And it was a hot and humid day with an air quality advisory. Just like ass.

I dragged myself to writer’s group tonight and made myself eat something. Couldn’t wait to go to bed tonight. Now I’m wide awake. :rolleyes:

I wish it were that easy. I am not doing a lot of activity, either. It’s just that some nights I can sleep and other nights, not. No rhyme or reason to it. But when I am SO sleepy and then as soon as my head hits the pillow I am WIDE awake, it’s just weird to me. Don’t know what makes that happen.

A lot of users believe that I’m a moronic troll who lies but anyway, here’s what’s been happening to me (my friend specifically) this June.

My friend began his HS exams last week and is pretty much going to fail. He sat down, wrote in pen that “I voluntarily chose not to do this exam” on every exam so far. His reason is simple, he doesn’t see a future ahead of him without sorting out a few personal problems first. Both parents don’t know.

His not one of those idiots who believes that he’s too ‘cool for school’ but simply wants to repeat in the summer. If he can’t do that, he’ll probably blow his brains out.

On a bright note, the whether here in ROI is very nice? :slight_smile:

Well at least this.

Sorry about your friend, fj. Does HS stand for high school? I had to withdraw in undergrad because of my issues. Took me about two years to piece my life back together, but I did it, and I returned to school. I then went on to grad school. Not saying my problems vanished, but I learned how to get on with things. So it could happen for your friend.