I am actually furious about the news that some of France's rich people are giving big sums of money to help rebuild the Notre dame. The world is dying under our feet, people are starving or dying from treatable illnesses because the health care system is fucked, literal middle class people are becoming homeless because the rent market is crumbling... but sure, the one thing those rich guys give their precious money for is a single building. I also think it's important to keep our history alive, but it's certainly not the top priority goddamn it
Getting a little sick of people looking down on my wife when she tells people she is a stay at home mom. She was at the doctor and they asked her job and she got a sarcastic. "Good for you." My own mother is the worst. That woman collects a government check for a living and I was raised by the TV. My wife has a Bachelor's degree and is a top tier wife and mom. She has a side-hustle and helps me with my job. From now on, when people ask, I told her to tell them her occupation is "Trophy wife."
I'm training in therapeutic hypnotism as a hobby. I have some advice for a lot of you kids who have trauma. DO NOT try to relive it. A hypnotic trance will make the memory more vivid. Not accurate, but vivid because your brain will fill in the gaps and likely make it worse and make the memory even more fresh. There is NO need to go back. It will trigger PTSD. You gotta focus forward on what you want in life that will make you happy. The hypnotists all know this, but I wanted to be a smartass and try it. I went back to the place where I was bullied, I felt weak and powerless and it fucked me up for a month. My wife went back towards where she was molested as a kid. She freaked out. If you are a soldier, don't go back to that desert. Want to use hypnosis? Use it to forget. Convince yourself it was a bad dream and let it fade away. Focus on your future.
I'm just nobody, even around my friends. They come when they feel they need to, but they are away when I need them, even forget who I am. Sigh, I hate being nice to people.
I worked at a Wendy's for about 2 months and hated it so much. The store manager was rude and clearly didn't give a rat's ass about me or any of my coworkers. They didn't formally train me on anything, just had me follow around and watch someone who worked there for a month until I had the jist. I worked at another Wendy's for a year prior, but I told them I didn't work or train in any of the sections they were putting me in. Another manager and a co-worker saw my strengths were mostly in dining room, but they never had me work out there. They just put me in positions they knew I sucked at and watched me struggle. I'm pretty sure I had my first panic attack there. Three times I cried my eyes out on the way home. I don't know how but I swear to this day the register was rigged to throw my balance off. No matter how carefully I counted change, the register would always be over or under at the end of the day. The only day it was perfect was the day I didn't have any debit/credit card payments. The Wendy's I worked at before didn't put newbies just anywhere. They'd start you on stuff like dishwashing, salad prep, and fries first, then move you up the longer you were there. The people on registers had all been there for years and knew the restaurant backwards and forwards. You would get training on a computer before working something new. Our store manager had been a district manager before. He set the bar really high for someone's manager at their first job. I only left because my mom died and I couldn't afford rent. I loved that job, came in any time they called asking for help, worked any time they wanted me. In the year I was there, only one or two people quit because they just didn't like it. At the Wendy's I hated and only worked at for two months, I was the third person to quit in those two months, and a fourth person quit right after me. With a turnover rate like that, that really tells you something about management. I hope the store manager has been replaced by someone better by now.
He said he's gonna be away for 6 weeks but the way he said it, I got this instant feeling that he decided 6 weeks was "safe" like I wouldn't flip out over 6 weeks, but really it's gonna be more and at the last minute he will have some excuse for staying longer. I wish he'd just be honest dammit.
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My parents are in their late fifties and it amuses me endlessly how they talk about anyone on TV who is under 35 as "such a cute boy/girl"