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So I got a point occurrence on Monday because I called out due to the hurricane. Many others got the same trouble for skipping work Monday and/or Tuesday - even though there was a travel ban Monday afternoon to Tuesday morning. A lot of people, myself included, are fuming. Why should we get in trouble for being home safe in the crazy storm? Why should we be punished because we couldn't even get to work because of the conditions?
Fucking capitalism for ya.
And then I got tickets to a show Saturday in NYC. I hope it gets canceled. I want my $$ refunded, but no word yet. The city is supposedly a mess, the subway is closed and bridges too. Metro North is closed. How are we gonna come in from the burbs?
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by monkybunney on Oct 31, 2012 12:26:21 GMT -5
My exgf tried to end her life with an overdose of alprazolam and barbiturates last night. I'm still trying to process this. It was horrible. And how fucked up am I that I found myself thinking "Well any chances of having a good time tonight are shot to shit." I feel like an awful piece of shit for thinking that but there it was. I don't know how to appropriately process this event or behave in light of it. Something inside of me is broken. Everything I'm doing feels inappropriate even writing this.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
My exgf tried to end her life with an overdose of alprazolam and barbiturates last night. I'm still trying to process this. It was horrible. And how quacked up am I that I found myself thinking "Well any chances of having a good time tonight are shot to shiz." I feel like an awful piece of shiz for thinking that but there it was. I don't know how to appropriately process this event or behave in light of it. Something inside of me is broken. Everything I'm doing feels inappropriate even writing this.
hugs to you and don't feel bad for anything that you are feeling or thinking right now. I'm happy that she wasn't successful in her attempt and is getting some help. As someone who has been in some very, very dark places herself...I feel for her and wish both of you the best. pm me if you need anything.
My exgf tried to end her life with an overdose of alprazolam and barbiturates last night. I'm still trying to process this. It was horrible. And how quacked up am I that I found myself thinking "Well any chances of having a good time tonight are shot to shiz." I feel like an awful piece of shiz for thinking that but there it was. I don't know how to appropriately process this event or behave in light of it. Something inside of me is broken. Everything I'm doing feels inappropriate even writing this.
Don't beat yourself up. She did something foolish and selfish. You were responding naturally.
I had a close friend that managed to pull it off. Used a propane tank in a car. Much more effective than pills. You go through the 7 stages. Just understand that it's a process. It takes time.
Bandeto, poor baby! stay hydrated with small sips of gatorade and gradually increase as you can tolerate. What's the culprit - do you know?
No not really sure at all why so bad
When I was in college, I camped out for Football tickets one night, that morning I had a sausage & egg biscuit from McD's. I got the tickets and then went to class, that is when the pain started. After that class I went home and curled up in the fetal position. 12 hours later I was no better and I never vomited, but it felt like food poisoning. I knew the Sausage and egg biscuit was the culprit. I had my friend Matt take me to the ER. The next day I had my appendix removed due to appendicitis! Are you sure it is food poisoning?
Adam, I am sorry to her about the Ex GF, but do not beat yourself up over her poor decisions. She made that choice, not you.
My GRRRRRRR is trying to paint 1/2" PVC with a paint brush, which now seems mute to all the other GRRRRRRRRs out there.
I'm not entirely sure what to do about the work situation, and clearly anyone at a higher level than me doesn't care. I talked to a few people, one who lives an hour away in Hartford, were furious about getting a point for not being able to make it to work. One was actually told to turn around and go home by a cop.
But since we're apparently considered a FEMA supplier, or something like that, it apparently makes us essential. Even though we're a retail store chain.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
that's one of the stupid things, yes. Bought her a plane ticket to come here. American Horror Story has nothing on what's likely to go down at my house...haha. The girl knows how to push my buttons, though. She knows that I'm a big softie and would never be able to live with myself if I left her to fend for herself.
#2 involves me kicking a relationship to the curb. My life is getting way too complicated and I can't tolerate anything, or anyone, that's an emotional drain. Which begs the question as to why I did stupid item #1, but that's family. This is not a family member. Still, I hope that I don't regret it.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.