Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!

You're right and I know it. It's harder for me to think that way when it comes to my parents though.

While I'm whining, my son got his first football injury tonight. He and his best friend collided with said friend's head hitting Noah in the face. It's not exactly a black eye, but it's a big bruised goose egg on his cheekbone. Tomorrow he is the narrator for a school-wide presentation with family and others in attendance. He's so upset that people will think he looks weird. :(
 
I once got hit in the face with a rock the weekend before school pictures. It was right under my nose too, so it looked like I had a bloody nose for my picture. I feel your sons pain.
 

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Oh let's make it three! Because now I don't know anything about a subject I just researched since his experience is different. Must I always be the one who's wrong?
I don't go home often because I always feel like one of those guys in a carnival dunking booth. I have been successful in life, but rather than congrats, it feels like everyone wants to take a turn trying to knock me down a peg.
 
So, my job's safe. I got the contract re-written to better protect my employees. In the process I managed to make a couple people angry, but I don't really feel badly about that. I believe I did the right thing.

However, my job's also become less meaningful, and I've lost a lot of my willingness to fight for things I think could benefit the project. At this point if my boss were to tell me to just create blank excel spreadsheets and call them different file numbers, I'd probably just agree to it.
 
I feel like I am constantly at war with companies because customer service is a thing they don't do. I'm not a difficult person. I just want: a little common courtesy, and my product and/or service to work as stated.
 
I found out about The Great Horror Campout last year, and I'm still bummed that it's not on the East Coast. I wanna go! :(

The closest I've come to it is our 6th grade class trip was a week at the camp the filmed the original Friday the 13th. Not all that scary, until you realized your trapped with a couple hundred 11 and 12-year-olds. ;)
 
I don't go home often because I always feel like one of those guys in a carnival dunking booth. I have been successful in life, but rather than congrats, it feels like everyone wants to take a turn trying to knock me down a peg.
So...you're saying your hatred of others is hereditary?

--Patrick
 
I found out about The Great Horror Campout last year, and I'm still bummed that it's not on the East Coast. I wanna go! :(

The closest I've come to it is our 6th grade class trip was a week at the camp the filmed the original Friday the 13th. Not all that scary, until you realized your trapped with a couple hundred 11 and 12-year-olds. ;)
That's frakkin' terrifying!
 

doomdragon6

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Same here. I can't enjoy things I used to, like games, movies, or books. So I can't seem to consume any kind of media anymore. I'm at the point where I'm only having fun developing a new skill (which requires increasing levels of effort to attain), hanging out with friends (which isn't possible all the time), or going on some overly expensive adventure.
 

doomdragon6

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I'm still mildy depressed over Girl completely reversing all her affections, so you're probably better off at the moment! :D
Work out or something. Since I've exercised I get some decent female attention. Heck, the most socially awkward dude I know has been on like 3 dates recently. Surely you can get someone, bro! NEVER GIVE UP!
 
Not depressed, just "meh". Not enjoying things that used to entertain me.
I can completely commisserate with him. Seems most evenings I end up staring at the wall.
Same here. I can't enjoy things I used to, like games, movies, or books. So I can't seem to consume any kind of media anymore. I'm at the point where I'm only having fun developing a new skill (which requires increasing levels of effort to attain), hanging out with friends (which isn't possible all the time), or going on some overly expensive adventure.
Isn't that the definition of depression? It's at least burnout, I guess.

--Patrick
Anhedonia; it's a symptom of depression but not necessarily depression. I've managed to get out of my depression but for the most part the anhedonia has lingered. Few days ago I was really upbeat and enjoyed quite a few things, though. That was good.[DOUBLEPOST=1399915566,1399915525][/DOUBLEPOST]
Been shot down by three different women in the past month.
Been there. I'm sorry.
 
Some of my vendors are complete and utter morons. Like the one I just got done talking to. They didn't bother to request a formal quote on my behalf because, apparently, "Thank you <name>, can you please proceed with this quote request?" wasn't a good enough indication that I wanted to proceed with getting a quote and buying the material.
 
Fucking Bell.

Fuck

I am being lied to by at least one person. It cannot be true that the Store Manager spoke to the Area Manager on Friday and asked him to call me, and also be true that the Area Manager was travelling on Friday and only found out this morning and was told that I would call him - even though I would've had no idea I was supposed to do such a thing since the only reason I found out the first story was because I called the Store Manager today because she failed to call me on Friday as she had promised.

The lying is really the thing that pisses me off. I was frustrated before, but now I am angry.
 
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