The unofficial bad day thread.

[Zanosuke Kurosaki]

Guh. Whatever is going around, like it, I do not. Brain to function properly, I wish.

(And for my stupid Java console/program to work right. Keeps shutting down when I try to use it for more than twenty seconds.)

[konaa]

Konaa,

I know that when I came out to my parents it was difficult. My mother had so many plans for me, and so many expectations. I waited and did it in person. It took a while for my mother to get through it, but she realized that I needed to be happy.

I hope that, when things are right, you'll tell your parents and they will be happy.

I do think, in the end, my parents will at least be able to accept my sexual orientation. That's all I really ask. It's everything in-between me coming out and that acceptance that scares me.

(Also, this is off-topic, but the way you write your responses is calming. I think it's because of your syntax and word choice.)

[Artemisia]

Thank you, Konaa. I am working on becoming a professional writer. I mean, I write for my blog all the time, but I'm working on becoming a professional fiction writer. Right now, I'm writing a story about a young girl who is struggling with issues of sexuality and racism in her life. Her father was obsessed with his career and divorced his wife over the fact that his daughter is lesbian and that was a problem at his law firm. Her mother is constantly pushing her to be straight.

My writing is important to me.

I remember freaking out about telling my mother about being a lesbian and transsexual. I talked to my grandmother, aunt, and cousin. The two of us had a long talk. I'm still working on stabilizing my identity. I'm realizing that I'll probably never be fully comfortable around men, but that is how my life is going to be.

[Valerie]

I guess this is pretty small in comparison to most things, but work today was stupid. Our dishwasher had an appointment, so we got a temp worker to fill in for him. The guy was terrible at the job. Throughout the day, we found a few things that weren't cleaned properly (or at all in the case of some trays), and, at the end of the day, he left a lot of things undone: the trash wasn't taken out, the clean dishes weren't put away but were instead all over the kitchen counters, there were some dishes that didn't get washed at all, the sink wasn't drained, and he hadn't mopped. I did all of the things he didn't do (aside from putting up the clean dishes) along with all of my own work (which the normal dishwasher usually helps me do ever since I started closing out both the registers).

I'm usually there until 4 PM, so this had me there until about 4:25, at which point I clocked out, because I'm already going to have three-and-a-half hours of overtime this week from filling in for someone at one of the other locations yesterday (after doing my own job from 8 to 4, I did hers from 6 to 9:30). So I didn't get the clean dishes put away.

(If anyone's unfamiliar with the way overtime works in the U.S., you get paid 150% your normal wage if you work more than 40 hours in one week. My normal schedule has me working 40 hours a week already, so anything extra will automatically be overtime. I normally get $8/hour, so this means I'll be getting an extra $48 for the four hours of overtime that I've accumulated so far. I don't know if this applies to every state in the U.S. or if it's decided on a state-by-state basis.)

On the bright side, I didn't give him any of my tip money. I split 50/50 with the normal dishwasher. Helloooo, $28. <3

Plus the part where I was just in a really bad funk all day regardless. My mom might not be around in another 3 or 4 years. I still haven't really figured out how I feel about that. I'm pretty sure there are reptiles that have been better parents than my mom. At least most of them have the sense to leave instead of fucking up the kids' lives. But I will admit-- here, and only here-- that she is still the thing I came out of and I have a biological/evolutionary response to the idea of her dying. I refuse to acknowledge it as more than that, though I probably should. Which I will also admit only here.

It bothered me so much today because my dad told me yesterday. I knew she was really sick, and I knew there was a possibility of her death, but she's had pre-cancer about a thousand times and it's never gotten to her. Woman's a cockroach. Sort of funny that it's lupus and not cancer. So I guess I'm having a hard time accepting this as possibly being the actual thing that might do it for real.

I don't want any responses to that part, by the way. At least not until I've figured out how much of a bad thing it is.

[Lia S]

I'm not having a bad day, but this seems the best place to share this article about a good way to explain what it's like when every day isn't very good because of illness: The Spoon Theory.

*hugs all*

[sun tzu]

For about a week now, I've been having this weird back pain. The lower-right part of my backbone has been aching, and it's...distracting, I guess. Not bad enough that I'm screaming in pain or anything, but bad enough that I try to minimize walking. Weird thing is, that's never happened before, and I don't know what caused it (I mean, sure, I used a bicycle a couple of times for the first time in years, but last time was four days ago, and the pain still isn't fading...)

[CJ]

Affections and candies to everybody. I haven't been checking in as much as I used too--I've been mega busy. >.<

And I hate posting like this, but I literally have no one else to talk to, so I'll bitch here.

For lack of anywhere else to post this saga:

Last week two big things happened--my boyfriend and I decided to get a place and move out of my brother's house (yes, we're moving pretty fast, but I'm not signing the lease, so it's not so complicated, and we've been living together at my brother's for the past six weeks), and I had a job interview for a full time position at a learning center (same company, but different franchise). I got the interview scheduled on Wednesday. It was the first moment since I left teaching that I finally felt like I could do something in my life I might enjoy; maybe I can't teach in public schools, but I can continue working with education and students at a learning center and make a career out of it. After work on Wednesday, my brother called me up to ask me some questions, and while I HATE driving and talking on the phone, I tried to answer them quickly. I mentioned that I had this interview that I was really excited for, and he blew me off to tell me about how he was talking to this girl the previous night for hours and hours (not a girl he's interested in, and she's dating someone, just that he was able to make a friend). At this point I'm stressed from talking on the phone while driving, and upset that he blew me off because he felt that his news was so much more important (or interesting?), so I told him that I was driving and really wanted to get off the phone. He never congratulated me on the interview (even my overbearing mother was excited for me).

Thursday the interview went exceptionally well. I know that they are looking at a lot of candidates, but I felt incredibly confident about it, and really felt hopeful about a future career.

Friday my boyfriend and I went looking for apartments, and found one that we liked. While looking, the people we were talking to were assuming we were signing the lease together, so that really stressed me out and BF and I talked about it, and I decided I wasn't comfortable with cosigning a lease, so I'm going to be listed as an occupant.

I was supposed to hear from them by Monday or, at the lastest, Tuesday (yesterday). Monday I heard nothing, and broke down crying in the middle of the day when out to lunch with BF. Yesterday... I also heard nothing. I've been stressing out about this interview since Sunday night, and BF has been very worried about me because I am just not handling it well. We also have been getting very tired with living with my brother (he is rather difficult to live with--plays music very loudly at all hours and jumps around the house/makes loud noises. But we're not paying rent, so...).

Both Monday and last night after work BFand I have gone to his parents' place to pack up his things/clean his room/etc.

Last night, while at BF's, my brother called me and asked me where I was and if I'd be coming home. I told him I was. Now, a few weeks ago he had planned for a bunch of his friends from out of state to come down and visit. He hasn't cleaned his house since he bought it a year ago. He doesn't even have furniture for it--last Thursday I went to Costco with our mom to buy him folding chairs and a folding table so he could house games night and house this D&D party he's having. So he's calling me stressed from work and from cleaning his house asking (telling) me to clean his house because he just doesn't have the time.

Sunday he went to a party and got drunk enough that BF and I had to go out and get him to take him (and his car) home. Monday he went swing dancing and talked with a friend for hours about drama she's going through. And so clearly it is not his fault that he just cannot get his house clean. But I have all this time and I can help him out. And "I realize that you're stressed about the job, but it's not that big of a deal--you'll find one eventually."

So after we hang up, I tell his to BF, and he is PISSED that I'm getting walked on. But that's how it is in my family, and I always back down because it's just easier to do whatever they want than it is to fight. I hate fighting. But BF is not at all happy that I now have to clean my brother's house for my brother's party that BF and I need to be away for (another reason why we're jumping the gun on finding a place--we can't be here this weekend so my brother's friends have a place to stay).

We hit Giant on the way home so I can buy cleaning supplies, and get to my brother's. I then start talking to him about how I was upset at the way he talked to me over the phone. BF tried to pipe in but I immediately said "BF, this is not your place. Please do not get involved" and he got the message and walked upstairs. My brother then tried to talk me down, using bullshit reasons "You say you don't have time tomorrow to clean the house--if you get the job you're not going to get more time!" "...I don't see how that is at all relevant to this argument." and belittling my stress while saying's he's SO stressed and emphasizing which messes are mine (boo hoo, a couple of things in the fridge and two cups that can be thrown away, unlike the food all over the floor that he spilled last week and soda, cereal, and ice cream boxes everywhere and so much more). And then I have to wait around and listen to him vent about all the things that are stressing him out (the girl last night at dance bitching about her ex for hours, and two of the people visiting this weekend hate each other's guts), even though it's really late and I need to sleep he needs to vent so that is what I have to do. Around midnight, BF comes downstairs to get me to bed because it's so late.

As we're getting ready for bed, he's trying to put the duvet back on my blanket but he's struggling so then I try to take over but he tries to help and it's so damn confusing that I just get angry then break down and cry. And he tries to console me, and he talks about how he's not going to let me get walked over anymore, and I tell him it's not his place to do so, and he responds that one day it will be his place (we're assuming that this relationship will work out because, actually, it logically makes sense, and is another story), and I tell him that we could be married for 50 years and it wouldn't be his place to get in between myself and my brother, and he responds that he's not okay with there being two men in the relationship and...

Did anybody else get confused by that? Because I sure as hell did. >.< I give him a look and ask, "What the hell does that even mean?" He's apparently concerned that after we move out my brother will still be asking me favors. I assure him that this won't be the case, but only time will tell.

We sleep.

In the morning he has work, I go for my run (finishing my C25K program, which is exciting) and get back to the house. My brother and I talk for a bit, and he apologizes in a back-asswards way. "You don't have to clean TOMORROW, but by Thursday afternoon if you could pitch in I'd really appreciate it. And I'm sorry you misunderstood me because I wasn't expressing myself very well, but you were listening just as well as I was talking, and you did contribute to the mess."

Because, you see, even when he's wrong, he's right.

So he goes to work, and I shower and wait to call, and I called them around 11:20 and the person there did not have an answer for me, and about twenty five minutes ago they called and said they had two perfect candidates for the position. I was one of them. But the other person had management experience and so selected them instead.

But that they expect to be growing soon (they have three centers already) and that they are planning on expanding and expect a full time position to open up in the not too distant future and will keep me in mind.

So that's my shitty week. It's not as shitty as it could be, but still shitty. So I'm just trying to focus on Friday when BF and I will be getting a bed in the apartment and we can move out of my brother's and thus have a clean place to live, a place where we can cook for ourselves, and no loud musing/jumping around all the time.

Cheers to everyone. Hope everyone has an improvement in their week. <3

[NobodySpecial]

Like CJ, I offer my apologies and my sympathies to everyone - it's been a bad week, and so I haven't been checking in much.

Three days ago, I made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch. Somewhere along the way, my lower right leg ended up laying on a piece of the frame that got exposed when I kicked a cushion off. So for the last three days the bone bruise has been so deep that it's only NOW starting to show, and my leg is nice and swollen. It hurts to stand on it. It hurts to walk on it. And today is my one day off, so I've been working on it for two. I'm half expecting some form of complete catastrophe before I go back to work on Thursday night, even though it feels better today - this is the same leg that was injured when I fell walking last week. I'd show you a picture of it, but I can't afford ya'll to nag me to the emergency room.

[CJ]

Like CJ, I offer my apologies and my sympathies to everyone - it's been a bad week, and so I haven't been checking in much.

Three days ago, I made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch. Somewhere along the way, my lower right leg ended up laying on a piece of the frame that got exposed when I kicked a cushion off. So for the last three days the bone bruise has been so deep that it's only NOW starting to show, and my leg is nice and swollen. It hurts to stand on it. It hurts to walk on it. And today is my one day off, so I've been working on it for two. I'm half expecting some form of complete catastrophe before I go back to work on Thursday night, even though it feels better today - this is the same leg that was injured when I fell walking last week. I'd show you a picture of it, but I can't afford ya'll to nag me to the emergency room.

Bitch, watch me--NAG NAG NAG NAG.

If it's so bad, at least get it checked out. Fo' realz.

[Zanosuke Kurosaki]

Like CJ, I offer my apologies and my sympathies to everyone - it's been a bad week, and so I haven't been checking in much.

Three days ago, I made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch. Somewhere along the way, my lower right leg ended up laying on a piece of the frame that got exposed when I kicked a cushion off. So for the last three days the bone bruise has been so deep that it's only NOW starting to show, and my leg is nice and swollen. It hurts to stand on it. It hurts to walk on it. And today is my one day off, so I've been working on it for two. I'm half expecting some form of complete catastrophe before I go back to work on Thursday night, even though it feels better today - this is the same leg that was injured when I fell walking last week. I'd show you a picture of it, but I can't afford ya'll to nag me to the emergency room.

Bitch, watch me--NAG NAG NAG NAG.

If it's so bad, at least get it checked out. Fo' realz.

I second this. *turns on Joan Jett, changes the lyrics to "I'm a Nag" while singing it* And hugs to everyone that needs them. Sounds like you should go see a doc too, sun tzu. >.<

[Captain LeBubbles]

It's raining and I can't go to the pool today. Also I keep stepping in puddles and my flip-flops get all slippery. :(

(Yes, this is the extent of my problems today. No, it's not a big deal. I just wanted a few seconds to whine, and now I'm going to go back to my otherwise pleasant day.)

[Zanosuke Kurosaki]

The world can go hang. Stupid drivers that for whatever inexplicable reason will do a bit and just under the limit and block the left-hand lane, and then start actually doing the limit when close to the light (WTF?) can go hang (that caused an extra seven minutes of dealing with stupid drivers who think signals are "purty lights for the feller behinds ya ter lookit" instead of "a clear and obvious way to signal your intention to move your vehicular conveyance in this or that direction.") Ankles that were injured several years back and have no legit reason to be hurting today can especially go hang.*

*Since I think all of about two people know on that one, I was hit by a car while on foot, back in '03. My left ankle was injured badly enough I was then off it for the next day and a half while the swelling (size of a tennis ball) went down. Since then, standing for long periods of time (goodbye, certain types of jobs) and running for longer than say, sixty seconds, are just right out. That is, unless I'm willing to risk said ankle occasionally attempting to utterly give out on me and just dump me right on my face.

[Captain LeBubbles]

*Since I think all of about two people know on that one, I was hit by a car while on foot, back in '03. My left ankle was injured badly enough I was then off it for the next day and a half while the swelling (size of a tennis ball) went down. Since then, standing for long periods of time (goodbye, certain types of jobs) and running for longer than say, sixty seconds, are just right out. That is, unless I'm willing to risk said ankle occasionally attempting to utterly give out on me and just dump me right on my face.

*bad ankle brohoof* I fell up the bleachers during Homecoming my senior year and twisted my ankle so badly that I got to sit out halftime. But I was back on it and marching by Monday, though it does occasionally bother me when the weather is really bad.

My actually bad thing for today (warning- rant to follow)

Youtube commenter: *about a meaty woman* man bitches be phat yo
Youtube commenter 2: That's what women are SUPPOSED to look like. They aren't SUPPOSED to be skinny!

No. No, no, no. Fuck that, fuck you, and FUCK. NO. Women are supposed to look like THEMSELVES. Whether that means curvy or slim, short or tall, dark or light, fair or freckly, short hair long hair no hair atall what-fucking-EVER, if that is what THEY look like, if that is what makes THEM feel happy and natural and right, then THAT is what they are SUPPOSED to look like, and they are sexy, and no one, NO ONE, not you or the person you're replying to or some random guy in Wattacattaloui, has ANY right to say otherwise.

[retrophrenologist]

Hold on. Aren't Youtube comments meant to be stupid and asinine?

[Captain LeBubbles]

I'd normally be inclined to agree, but given the sheer number of top-rated comments I seem to accumulate (mostly on Whose Line videos- apparently I'm at my most profound while watching Whose Line?) that'd be a little hypocritical of me.