Ha! I absolutely hate multi-blade razors. One stroke across your face and the thing is jammed with hairs. I have no idea how they became popular. I do sometimes use manual razors for a fine shaving job, but it’s never the multi-blade crap.
Not quite. There’s something about the Steve Bannon look that suggests an absence of contact with hot water in the form of a shower or bath for an inordinately long time. In any picture of Steve Bannon, I always expect to see flies buzzing around.
Is it McDojo karate, or some kind of karate for The Lord?
Earlier this week one of my coworkers was telling about how her little nephew had gotten ahold of her annointing oil, and that he proceeded to place oily crosses on his head while speaking the name of Jesus. This apparently made up for him balking at the amount of time she spends at church every week.
I’m having a real hard time right now.
The last two months or so I’ve basically been living with long COVID (on top of all the other chronic shit I’m dealing with.) I’m not mentally functioning well at all, which means I’m not performing at peak, as a mother, as an employee, as a wife, as a housecleaner, hell, even as a person trying to have fun. I feel terrible about all the things I cannot do anymore.
Now I’ve got all these fucking grants to write. They are competitive state bids for grants we’ve been receiving for years. I am totally new to this process which they recently overhauled for the worse. (Because they are competitive bids, we are not allowed to ask questions except the ones posted as FAQs, and the FAQs are shit.) I’m reaching my limit of patience with coworkers giving me low-effort replies and not getting me shit I need. There are six people who will be out of jobs if we don’t get these grants. That means fewer services for victims of sexual assault in an area where demand is already more than we can supply.
In the last week, I have written over twenty pages of new language by necessity and I am just fucking tired. I’m tired of caring so much about shit I have no control over. I’m tired of my mind shutting down every afternoon when it could be working. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not even medicated for ADHD anymore. I’m tired of the constant worry that despite my best efforts, I’m going to fuck it all up.
I really think I just want to cry.
But my son is here, and my husband is gone for the evening, so I don’t get to cry. I am going to have to settle for homemade sloppy Joes. I try to cook special things when my husband has D&D because he’s allergic to everything. This is my only chance to cook with beef and tomatoes. Then I think I’m going to start a solo character in Diablo 4 and kill some shit.
Sounds like a good plan.
Good luck. Hope things get better soon.
Are any of the people giving you low effort on this task on the possible list of job elimination if the grants don’t come through? Because I might be very tempted to mention that …
It does sound exhausting. I’m glad I’m not that interested in performing at peak most of the time.
I hope killing stuff helps! You are carrying a heavy load, and it seems like part of the problem is that some other people are not doing their share and other people are not caring about that.
Can we have a support group with just two people? I’m in the same boat (but I don’t have a child to take care of, which is good, because it’s too much just to take care of myself). Everything in my life is falling apart this year and I’m seriously afraid about where it’s going to end. I have an appointment to see a specialist for my newest chronic illness in September, but I’m not sure I’m going to make it that far. I can’t find a new job because of the illness situation, but my boss is making my current work situation miserable and I think at some point she’s going to try to fire me.
There is really only so much stress a person can handle, and it seems to me that the universe/god/fate/the angels/whatever you believe in is handing out too much to specific people. It needs to be spread out a little more evenly, please. I wish karma would catch up to some people who deserve it.
I’m really sorry you’re having a rough time of it too.
Periodically, with my job, I don’t have a choice. It’s not always this crazy but as soon as we’re done with this I’m going to have to write a federal grant so this is my life until at least July. Normally I thrive under such exciting conditions. But lately I’ve been neurotic as hell about it. I think because in this case we’re fighting to renew existing funding, the stakes are so high. I just have to not think about the stakes.
I was really depressed today, to the point that no possible course of action seemed worthwhile. I didn’t want to work or play. So I asked myself, “What would you do right now if you weren’t depressed?”
So I played with my kid, then we went as a family to the park. Walked for 1.5 miles on the trail, played with my son on the playground. I waved down an ice cream truck.
It doesn’t magically make my burnout go away but I see the clouds parting just a bit.
Ok, so I’m about two weeks behind in this thread, but this post reminded me of an apartment that my stepson lived in when he was in college. When you came in the front door, there was a narrow hallway that ended in a T. Left went towards the bedrooms, right went to the kitchen, and on the other side of the wall straight ahead was the living room, where we were trying to get a couch into. The hallways were just too narrow to make the turn. We tried standing it up, taking the feet off, every trick you can think of, and after an hour or so we finally got the damn thing where we wanted it.
When it came time to move out, they remembered what a difficult time they had getting it in, so to get it out they tossed it off the balcony (then carried it to the dumpster).
I don’t order from Amazon very often - just a few times a year. I’m always very careful to make sure I don’t accidentally sign up for Prime since they are so very sneaky about it. But they finally got me. I ordered something a few days ago and then got an email welcoming me to Prime. I don’t know how I missed it. I know I declined a few times in the checkout process.
I started to just cancel immediately. But then I figured I would check out the streaming. (That’s how they get you, isn’t it?) Fortunately, I only found one thing I was interested in watching. I’m halfway through Philip K. Dick’s Electric Dreams. Then I’m going to cancel. Fuckers.
Fuckwit Drivers - FYI.
How To Use An Off Ramp / Slip Road
Ah, fuckwit drivers. Despite the failure of the new roundabouts near work to bring about some grave catastrophe, my coworkers are still whining about them, which prompted the distribution of roundabout pamphlets during the last safety meeting. The pamphlets were created by the state sometime during the previous governor’s administration, and don’t even address the type of roundabouts we have.
I hate roundabouts. Hate, hate, hate them! They are relatively new in my area so they weren’t taught in Driver’s Ed. Consequently nobody knows how to use them.
Roundabouts are supposed to keep traffic flowing but the ones I encounter often have stop signs instead of yield signs. One even has stop lights! What’s the point? If you’re going to stop the cars anyway, why put in a roundabout?
What?? Unless it’s one of those crazy multi lane ones, why ?? The point of the traffic circle is to let people flow in when they can without stopping (or stopping for long).
I love them, but then I grew up in CT and they were everywhere. Hell, I lived in Paris as a kid, and L’etoile around L’Arc de Triomphe is the mother of all traffic circles!
Yep. And for some reason, our county has decided to put them on roads that are out in the middle of nowhere, so here I am driving next to a cornfield, and BAM, have to enter a roundabout when I get to a cross street. WTF.
You are not alone…
I’ve watched that circle from the top of the L’Arc de Triomphe, mesmerized by how traffic made it’s way through.
Our Uber driver took us through it last summer. I was in awe. And glad I wasn’t driving.
My wife is in the local NextDoor group and she says she sees posts all the time from old people who complain that they have to wait until traffic is clear to enter a roundabout and that the people in the roundabout should stop and let them in. (These are probably the same idiots who DO stop in a roundabout to let someone in.)
Is there a federal law requiring every tv newscast to mention that Memorial Day is “the unofficial start of summer”? Drives me nuts every year.