Leaving a bad job. Told to train new person. They are nice, but unqualified after having this job myself knowing how demanding it is. I’m teaching them basics. I’m sure they are paid low, perhaps half of my salary. The company will save money, yes. But they won’t be able to get any work done with a Jr. it feels weird to teach someone your years of experience. My years have been hard fought, skills learned because I enjoy this area. Teaching someone so green, who hasn’t had the interest to learn the basics, seems like a waste of time. I now realize my worth. When something comes so quickly and easy to you, that’s what employers should pay for, the breadth of your skills.
If you find something valuable that’s obviously been lost by someone else, and you keep it without trying to get it back to its rightful owner, you’re no better than a thief. You’re a greedy thief. At least make an effort to return it! You can post it on CL lost and found or on your local Facebook group, whatever. But just keeping it for yourself is a really shitty thing to do and that karma is going to bite you in the butt someday.
Is anyone else growing rather… impatient(?), cross(?), while the ruling class of corporations, developers, and politicians reap almost unfathomable wealth at the expense of our ability to barely get by and/or keep a roof over our heads?
The thought occurs to me that WE outnumber THEM by at least a thousandfold. We have tremendous amounts of power, if we worked together, instead of letting them divide and conquer us. Christ- in Canada we don’t even have to worry about being arrested and summarily executed if every last one of us didn’t show for work and took to the streets. Seriously. It could be the party of a lifetime.
These invisible hands have taken everything from us.
Maybe… maybe we take it the fuck back?
Nothing shocks and angers a manipulative person more than when the target of their abuse stops falling for the tactics. It took me way too long (20+ years!) to really accept that they did not deserve the benefit of the doubt that I always allowed them, but I finally learned. So now their sad face and their protestations of confusion, ignorance, and innocence leave me cold. I know exactly what they’re doing and why. I know it’s nothing but a ruse to lure me into engaging with them so they can employ the same tactics as always. To try to confuse me and make me doubt my own perceptions. They didn’t change, but I did. Once you’ve really seen the reality, you can’t un-see it. Life is so much more peaceful now.
One can't openly admit they don't have any friends and would like to make some.
Whether it's a friendship, or a romantic relationship, or a family relationship, if it feels like work, if it's non-stop effort and pouring of your own energy into the relationship and winding up exhausted and drained, it's not really meant to be. Relationships should not feel like work. One should be accepted and worthy just for being themselves. You don't have to work, you just have to be.
You're giving away your last name soon. And I have a feeling that I was uninvited by your lovely bride to be. It was so interesting watching that unfold. How you told me you would never date a female like her, and now look at you two, about to tie the knot. Why did you change your mind? Is it because she still lives with her parents? You know, so many of our friends thought you and I would end up together. I really messed it up. Dare I say that I hated you at first? But in the last two years you're all I can think about. All I feel when you're around. There's a strange and intriguing pull I feel when you're in the room. I guess maybe in another lifetime. For now, I will say thank you for showing me what a fine young gentle wise husband looks like. I will never tell you this irl but you will be the person I compare men to when I go on dates. If anything you gave me that, so thank you.
Insomniac now because > I don’t want to go to bed because > I don’t want to wake up because > I loathe to be at my workplace where I’ve been physically threatened by the owner and also threatened that I could lose my job if I keep pressing for X. It’s impossible for me to relax with such an adrenaline dump at work. I drink heavily to try and get sleepy tired. I hate how I must be humiliated to get a paycheque. The working life sucks.
Playing games with love. Specifically, self-love. Self-esteem. Confidence. Encouragement. Sometimes you don't get any of that growing up. Not even a scrap. Sometimes a person has to figure out how to give that to themselves. And I haven't.
It's been a long time. I wish it hadn't been this long, but time flies. I miss you, Stephen Harper. I didn't know what I had until it was too late. I had to learn the tough way what it means to virtue signal and put the economy completely last for my moral positions.