I can’t tell if your name is fitting or ironic, as I’ve been in the same position for ages now. Except in my case it’s not ‘can’t treat’ but ‘won’t treat’. I’ve had a lot of things go to hell around me as a result.
Musn’t grumble…must love NHS…musn’t fuss…
Mostly the economic mess’s effect on both my company, and my husband’s employer. My company’s had layoffs, and they’re talking “unpaid leave” at his employer.
Most everything else is pretty good…
I don’t like my job, mostly because of my boss.
I’ve been on seven job interviews the past three months and gotton nothing. I don’t make a good first impression.
I’m sick and tired of being a nobody. And most of all, I’m sick and tired of having nobody.
I’m deeply unhappy and rather annoyed at my inability to suppress the idiotic crush I have on my (male) best friend, esepcially since I suspect we’d be a trainwreck as a couple.
No doubt part of my pointless and self-destructive attraction to my friend is that, like Hi, Neighbor!, I’m sick and tired of having nobody.
Having experience both with the NHS and “health” “care” in the USA, I’d say that you should count yourself lucky. And the name is both fitting and ironic; I wear a ring inscribed with it to make me happy when I’m sad and sad when I’m happy, Solomon-style. Sometimes it helps.
Word. My store got a regime change and the new boss has this exact attitude. Dude, I need the paycheck but don’t treat me like shit. I’m not stupid and I’m not getting paid enough to be your personal secretary. I’ve worked at this store longer than you’ve been with the company, ever stop to think that maybe I know what I’m doing? Even if you think I’m a hourly idiot, how about having some flat out decency?
I’m a little frustrated with work. The shiny happy OMG-we’re-going-to-rebuild-this-company-from-the-inside project I applied for last June for has turned out to be a raging disorganised shitstorm - half the analysts seem to have been hired more for their decorative qualities than any analytical skills they might possess, the managers are so incompetent that they can’t even be counted on to show up for team meetings they’ve scheduled, the director has no time to talk to any of the staff because he’s too busy taking 2 hr lunch breaks with his cronies, and the communications team can’t even manage to keep an accurate email distribution list, let alone keep up looped in on what’s going on.
Meanwhile, my direct manager has managed to piss off too many higher-ups by calling them on their bullshit, which means that by extension I’ve also ended up on the executive shit list (which in this case, means that the people she’s pissed off are doing everything in their power to ensure I have to do my job with no support, no resources, and minimal information). This is most definitely NOT what I signed up for.
I’m dying to get the hell out, but I’ll need to tough it out for another 6 months since I’m not allowed to apply for internal postings until a full year has passed. AARGH.
/rant
-I have far too little motivation/energy – it took me most of the day to get it up even to leave the house today. It’s starting to scare me. God help me if there’s an election.
-I’m dealing with a bit of drama that I would really rather not have to deal with. It’s upsetting and kind of frightening for the person involved.
-I’m musing starting an additional career but I don’t know where I’ll find the time, or money, or energy to study it.
Wow, olives, what an insightful post . . . I have to ask, what movie was this?
Job. Still have one and earn decent money, but it’s not a career, and I’m 25 and still living at home due to lack of a steady paycheck.
Nine years today marks the beginning of my PTSD. I’m unhappy that it’s 2009 and it looks as if this is intractable.
I do not have steady or reliable income. That is what I am most unhappy about.
My finances. I borrowed £800 from a friend to pay visa fees in October, and I so far have only paid back £200. I’m also £500 in credit-card debt, and although the return of the housing deposit I’m waiting for should wipe that mostly out, I’ve been pestering my old landlord and haven’t heard from them yet, so I’m not holding my breath for that to be soon.
Basically, I got my first job out of university, got excited about it, spent beyond my means and am now carrying over a few hundred pounds of debt each month. At least interest is low, as I spend on credit card/pay off/spend/pay off, but I hate the feeling of being insurmountably in debt, especially when a friend is involved.
Sometimes I get twinges about having left my True Love, the theatre, for sell-out corporate journalism, but then I remember that (1) I’m young (2) there’s a recession on and (3) I’m in debt; I think if I’m still doing corporate journalism in five years, I will be much more unhappy.
Still no solid young man, but I’ve been Flirting With Intent with a strong possibility for a few weeks, so I’m not in the depths of despair there (yet).
Mostly it’s being in debt and feeling poor despite theoretically well-paying, grown-up job.
I’d like to know as well.
**olives ** if you can’t say it to him aloud, why not write it to him?
Like olives I’ve been down but feel like I’m on the cusp of something else. I love/hate the SDMB…love it because it’s a chance to talk to intelligent people about stuff that matters (and some that doesn’t). The hate part is, “Where are all the living, breathing friends who invite you for a cup of coffee or call on the phone to yak?” The Dope doesn’t cause it of course, but it is the proof of its existence.
It sucks that so many of us middle-aged ppl are the walking wounded when it comes to dating. I remember seeing a stat that in 1940, the average life expectancy was 40 and to me, it almost seems like nature’s way of saying, “Move it along, nothing more to see here!” WTF?
I also recall seeing a bit in an architecture mag about how the front porch has disappeared. Used to be that people knew their neighbors, sat on the front porch and visited, cared about what was going on, etc. The last time I remember this feeling was after some break-ins in the neighborhood where I lived, at which point we organized a neighborhoold watch. And nobody really participated beyond the “Something ought to be done about this” stage. We lock the front door and retire to our private decks in back.
PBS had a documentary about life in the suburbs a couple summers ago. The crux was that we build these residential tracts where nobody walks anywhere—neighbors might wave as their cars pass. We work or go to school in a different part of town and we shop in a still different part of town. So we live in big triangles with lots of driving in-between and little chance for interaction.
Some years ago I’d try giving a party. I’d invite 50 people, and sometimes 3 would show up four hours late. OK that’s a slight exaggeration, but I gave up on the idea due to lack of popular demand. I guess people work so much and their “disposable time” is limited, but maybe ppl just don’t value that stuff any more? Whatever happened to sitting around, playing cards? Everybody’s out in the bars, screaming over the band, like they’re going to connect to each other in a meaningful way.
Lovers may come and go but friends are forever. The funny thing is, much as I’d like to meet a woman and have a LTR, I know that making friends is harder. I have lots and lots of acquaintances but real friends? I guess that growing up in a big family (ten kids) the silence is more deafening to me.
But the realization is that this is the probably way many people experience life these days, if they bother to notice. Many are caught up in the rampant consumerism or sleeping around or throwing themselves full-tilt into work or whatever they use to numb themselves. It could be worse—if it weren’t for the Dope, I’d have to…find another website.:smack:
I think I’ll clean house.
Robert Pinsky/Samurai Song
http://www.creativemountaingames.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=3
I grew up in the South Bronx in NYC in overcrowded slummy neighborhoods where far too many people were crammed into tiny apartments in old walk-up apartment buildings. All of us could hear everything that went on in the other apartments on our floor, above and below us and privacy for family fights was nonexistent. It was so uncomfortable that people rarely did more than nod and smile at their neighbors because we all already knew far more than we needed or wanted to about each other. The families with kids all knew each other though because we played in the streets and they took turns walking us to school and watching us afterward and our parents socialized together too.
During my brief period of renting in a suburban area I barely recognized my neighbors. The only time I saw them was on the way in and out of my car. Now I’m in a very rural area where are neighbors are all at least 1/4 mile away and we all know each other. Things can be rough up here during storms and it takes all of us to clear trees off of our little road or clear mud away and we often need to borrow gas for generators and sometimes food if someone gets caught unaware and can’t get out. We have a sweet little old lady that we visit to keep an eye on her and help her with her chores and some nice but clueless college kids that need rescuing on a regular basis. We get together for coffee because we’d have to drive to town for any other entertainment. It’s been my (limited) experience that when my neighbors live close enough to impinge on my privacy and mind my business I’m not as friendly but when they’re far enough away I’m much more likely to want to spend time with them.