The unofficial bad day thread.

[Zanosuke Kurosaki]

*hugs back* Thanks, Trefle. He did go really peacefully, at least. I'm grateful for that.

[Artemisia]

Zano HUGS.

It's now been fourteen years since I lost Skeeve, and I still miss him. I miss all of the ones I've loved and lost. I love them all.

*big hug back* Thanks, Art. I know the feeling. Especially since I realized earlier today, Milo was one I wanted to take with me when I get my own place. Maybe even get him to meet whoever I end up with in the long run, y'know? He was my little guy.

Well, Zan, eventually you will find someone new, and they will be special too. My current cat is wonderful, but very jealous. The day I bring home a girlfriend is going to be interesting.

[Captain LeBubbles]

Guys. Dude. Guys. Closing time 8:oo means we close at fucking 8:oo, not whatever fucking time you feel like it. It doesn't mean come in at literally the last minute and then fuck around for half an hour until we finally get fed up and tell you to fuck off. It also doesn't mean turn up half an hour later and then go home raising sand and carrying on because we wouldn't re-open the store just for your fucking convenience. IT MEANS WE CLOSE AT EIGHT-FUCKING-O'CLOCK.

Ugh. And then my coworker apparently FORGOT HOW TO COUNT when she was counting down the drawers. She had to recount it SEVEN TIMES to find the twenty dollars that it was short... only to find that the twenty sitting RIGHT IN FUCKING FRONT OF HER was the one she hadn't counted. And I fucking ASKED HER, three times, if she had counted the twenty, and she said yes.

UGH.

[Zanosuke Kurosaki]

*puts on asbestos suit, hugs LeBubbles* It's okay, the stupid has gone far away where it can't hurt you any more tonight. Now please put out the fire you started on the lawn...

[Captain LeBubbles]

*puts on asbestos suit, hugs LeBubbles* It's okay, the stupid has gone far away where it can't hurt you any more tonight. Now please put out the fire you started on the lawn...

*LE POUT*

[Zanosuke Kurosaki]

Never mind. I'm going to join you in lighting things on fire. The other day I found a bin from the backyard I had accidentally missed (the two larger items on top weren't mine, I never dug deeper and so initially dismissed it as my mother's.) I just finished going through it. There was some water in the bottom of the bin. The big thing that got ruined? Oh, just a three-ring binder and card holders that happened to filled with a nearly complete set of the Magic expansion that got me into Magic in the first place...

Pardon me, I think I feel a rage-chant coming on. So full of hate. So full of hate. So full of hate...

[Captain LeBubbles]

Never mind. I'm going to join you in lighting things on fire. The other day I found a bin from the backyard I had accidentally missed (the two larger items on top weren't mine, I never dug deeper and so initially dismissed it as my mother's.) I just finished going through it. There was some water in the bottom of the bin. The big thing that got ruined? Oh, just a three-ring binder and card holders that happened to filled with a nearly complete set of the Magic expansion that got me into Magic in the first place...

Pardon me, I think I feel a rage-chant coming on. So full of hate. So full of hate. So full of hate...

[NobodySpecial]

Guys. Dude. Guys. Closing time 8:oo means we close at fucking 8:oo, not whatever fucking time you feel like it. It doesn't mean come in at literally the last minute and then fuck around for half an hour until we finally get fed up and tell you to fuck off. It also doesn't mean turn up half an hour later and then go home raising sand and carrying on because we wouldn't re-open the store just for your fucking convenience. IT MEANS WE CLOSE AT EIGHT-FUCKING-O'CLOCK.

Ain't no fuckin' lie there. In my case, it's bar time, and every asshole that decided to make bar time stretch to 1:55 and zoomed in my lot doing 100 to pound on my door after the lights are out just.....ARGH. And it goes double because they wouldn't act like this at any other store, but because we're a convenience store, it's TOTALLY OKAY to harass the cashier for a fifth of Grey Goose after hours. Or one of a hundred OTHER things they totally don't do anywhere else. I love being treated as an inferior to a Walmart greeter, and this is a certain way to get me to drop whatever it is I'm doing and serve your needs completely, by acting like a total dick.

GRAAH.

[Trefle]

oh dear, Zano; Bubbles; Nobody, I'm so sorry. That all sounds so awful.

[Artemisia]

I know I haven't been very active in discussing much of anything lately. Right now, I just want to cry. I am so tired of feeling paranoid and ashamed around men, and yet, it is proving to be very difficult to find a therapist that I feel I can trust. I just got back from the store and all I want to do is cry. I'm so tired of this, and yet, there feels like no real solution. I mean, I know why I have so many problems with men, but I'm not sure where to go from there. I think it might help if I start with a new doctor and then find a therapist. There's a new doctor in town who should help a lot, so, I'll have to make an appointment.

I just really want to not feel like crying when I come in from the store and I want to sort this out so I stop eating all the time to try and alleviate the stress, pain, shame and fear.

[Captain LeBubbles]

*hugs for Art*

I just found out that Andy Griffith passed away a few days ago. That's a huge piece of my childhood, and one of the few things I share with my dad, gone. Sad Bubbles is going to go be sad now.

[Artemisia]

Thank you Bubbles. I know it's bad when I see a straight couple and can't keep my face neutral. I actually got angry. I never do that.

[CJ]

So this marks the third night in a row that I cannot sleep because I was eaten alive last Wednesday by mosquitoes.

I have the worst reaction to mosquito bites, particularly when they chew up my legs, ankles, and feet. Between those three I have 23 bug bites, and they itch constantly. I tried Baking Soda and water and ended up giving myself a base burn on my fingers. I tried various over-the-counter remedies and various at-home remedies, and nothing works. I slept less than two hours this night and woke up scratching at my ankles until they bled, and they still itch (and also hurt). I can't sleep despite taking Benadryl and NyQuil.

Oh, and I'm running a 5K in the morning, and when the run starts its supposed to be 82 degrees with 62% humidity.

All I wanted to be able to do was run the whole thing, and I don't even know if I can manage that.

And my boyfriend is getting really irritated. We talked before we went to bed and I learned that he's not actually irritated at ME< but at the fact that he cannot solve my problem, and he so desperately wants to (but it just comes off as he's irritated at me). Fortunately, we explained our feelings and I feel better about our relationship than I was a few hours ago when he said I just needed to "relax" because I was bitching about how itchy I was and how I couldn't fall asleep.

But, just, argh. I want to sleep normally. I'm so tired, and I'm going to collapse. And I want to pity-pig out on junk food because I'm so upset, but I'm trying to lose weight and so I don't want to ruin it (ESPECIALLY since I've lost 9.5 pounds in the past month).

So, some good things, but right now mostly bad things. -.-

[Trefle]

Arte : Would it be safe to just, pop the entire balloon out? I mean when you're that confused as per where to start...any point would make a good start. As long as you go.
Do try to go to the doctor...but I personally still hope you can find a therapist. At the very worst, please try first. Otherwise it would still be a great unknown

CJ : ...mosquitoes. I feel you. Good luck for the weight loss.

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Mental whining;
My pompholyx suddenly got worse in a night (well, not THAT worse. From like, 80% healed to back to 60%. Red rashes are appearing again. After putting the steroid cream, it's getting slightly better...but faint traces are still visible)

Why?
A realization -- no, not a hypothesis, not a paranoia -- that my life and personality has been really degrading. Regressing back to levels I haven't been before for like, 3-5 years.
The advice I gave Arte up above? It's the path I'm going to take. There are so many things wrong that eeeh, just start SOMEWHERE. (I understand me and Arte are FAR FAR DIFFERENT, but.)

And it's whining. All of them.
Because nothing was done. To 'protect', nothing was done. It's bad. I'm doing bad to myself....due to what, exactly?
The road up there might be hard -- or not, but time to do something.

[Artemisia]

Thank you Treffle. I am working on it all. I'm better today than I was yesterday. I mean, it isn't as if I can't be friends with men, but I get so scared around men I don't know that I can't function, and it's just getting worse