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id#6affb5 ♦ 13551 (3014)
 
I'm angry. And i don't know why it aches so.
I have no job and it hurts that i cant cut it. People have told me that they wish they were in my shoes, but i ask "why?"

My home i cannot fix. I need therapy. I cant afford the time to choose fun. I have to work, but i make pennies from ad revenue . Its the only job that will hire me. I havent worked in six years. My last job was as a stripper and i cant put that onmy resume.
I cant say it was my father who made me do it. We didnt have good communication and the only thing we ever talked about was how i needed to work. So i sat all day poring over jobs that wouldnt hire me.
And i would cry after he would bring up "the talk" . "aren't you even trying!?!?"

So i did it for a while. It was liberating. I had money. I had motivation. I studied my job and brought the other strippers books i was reading. The joint was shitty and everyone there had it bad too. The owners were nice but its the strippers who were the squeaky wheels.

But i came home and tried to live my life. "you need to work!" and i was, secretly.
I couldnt say. What could i do? I paid my own bills slowly shifting my dependence. But then it was my night habits that i was doing wrong. Now they worry about the things im doing on my own! I cant leave the house and work because they worry, but i cant get paid if i dont go. And if theyre around i have to get talked to because im in need of their support.

The safest place feels like out, but i cant afford it. If i go... Where
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holy shit dude.
id#89e8ba ♦ 13097 (2957)
 
Good god mother, why do you keep insisting that I apply at the damn bake shop again? Do you have any fond memories of that place? Because I sure as fuck don't. In fact, I'd rather work the shitty job I have now for the rest of my life than go back to that rancid shithole ever again. Hell, dying penniless in the gutter would be preferable to working there.

You know exactly why, too. That awful dog-faced cunt that takes three hour lunch breaks, spends the rest of her six hour work day reading chain letters, playing Solitaire, and scapegoating anyone who doesn't ass-kiss her constantly with anything that may go even slightly wrong. She's a horrible, lazy, rude, annoying, condescending waste of fucking flesh, and I know you hate her just as much as I do. Would YOU go back to that shit? I didn't think so.

Not to mention the other stupid bitch who spends a good 30 weeks out of every year scamming workman's comp, since she's a half blind, Alzheimers-afflicted, mentally retarded invalid who can't lift more than ten pounds. But fuck that, because the stupid batfaced snatch considers her the "most valuable employee there" and lets her get away with faking injuries every other week so she never has to actually do anything. How many times were you screwed out of pay raises just so this useless shitstain could keep getting paid for doing nothing and Jackalbitch could keep up her Lexus payments? I'd wager it was a lot.

So no, I won't be applying there ever again. In fact, if I so much as see that dumb cuntrag's face again as long as I live, I'll spit right in her eye and then go and get my nail-studded baseball bat. Have a nice day.
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man that sucks.
id#99b30e ♦ 12569 (2890)
 
My husband and I do not want children at the moment. We're still debating whether we want them at all. So, kindly piss off and quit fucking bothering us about it!

"Well, couples who don't have kids are utterly selfish!" You DO realize some people aren't capable of having kids, even if they want to, right? So, please fuck off with that bullshit. As for me and my husband, we don't have the money or time to take care of kids right now. We're also not living together at the moment due to stupid bullshit, and we're still working on getting a place of our own. We both also have some physical and mental issues that could very well be passed on to kids and make their lives a misery. Hell, some of those issues could make us pretty damned bad parents. Oh, but to fuck with that! We should be having kids right fucking now because you and other mindless relatives want to see and play with cuuuuute wittle babies! Who the fuck's being selfish now?

"Oh, fine. Leave it up to the other people in the family to have kids, then." Shut the fuck up. We're not leaving a damned thing up to anyone, so quit trying to fucking guilt trip us into making babies WE'RE NOT READY FOR. I don't know why, but for some reason there's this bullshit expectation running around here that parents are entitled to grandchildren. Yeah, I realize without my parents I wouldn't be here. I realize they made sacrifices for me and have helped me out a lot. But for fuck's sake, when they chose to start a family, THEY WERE READY TO DO SO! They WANTED kids, so they had some! But if I don't want to have kids right now, if at all, it's some unforgivable sin and I'm a fucking terrible person. Take a good fucking look at some of our relatives who had kids before they were ready for them. They sure are having fun trying to get their shit together, aren't they?

Hey, I just thought of something! We have some relatives who've been married for 5+ years and THEY don't have kids! Oh, and we have UNMARRIED relatives! How's about going and getting them hooked up with some spouses?! Seriously, fuck off.
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sorry guy.
id#e63785 ♦ 12745 (2946)
 
YOU FUCKING CROCK OF SHIT!!! THE BOSS CAME TO ME TO SET THIS INTERVIEW UP, NOT YOU. I FOUND A REALLY GREAT GUEST WITH AN IMPRESSIVE RESUME, AND YOU FOUGHT ME THE WHOLE WAY, INSISTING ON GETTING THE LOW-HANGING FRUIT FROM THE WEEKEND SHOWS. I SAID OKAY. I GOT THE GUEST BOOKED A WEEK IN ADVANCE. I SENT YOU A CONFIRMATION E-MAIL WITH THE DATE AND THE TIME ON IT. YOU AGREED, SAID NOTHING ABOUT IT BEING A PROBLEM. THEN YOU FUCKING COME TO ME AT 8PM THE NIGHT BEFORE TELLING ME YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE THE INTERVIEW TIME?! FUCK YOU!!! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A GOOD REASON, YOU "JUST WANT TO KEEP THINGS FLEXIBLE" WELL GO FUCK YOURSELF, YOUR INCOMPETENCY SHOULDN'T GET IN THE WAY OF MY HARD WORK. YOU GODDAMNED ANAL-RETENTIVE USELESS WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING, CUT YOUR DICK OFF WITH A RUSTY PAIR OF SCISSORS AND WATCH YOURSELF BLEED TO DEATH, YOU CUNT FACED MAN-CHILD!!!! FUCK!
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holy shit dude.
id#beb044 ♦ 15693 (3429)
 
Well, Mr. Lawyer, I just want to say thank you so fucking much for wasting so much time! I did have a fair amount of respect for you, but it just went down the toilet with my last shit.

You told hubby and I way back in January you needed some things from us, and we got them for you. You said once you had all that stuff, you could send in the forms to get this batshit insane immigration process started! So, I find out today you've done exactly jack shit. Apparently, you tried to contact my husband about this, and left messages on the answering machine. Twice. In SIX months. There's really important shit going on, and that's how often you tried to contact us.

You're missing some documents! How in the FUCK are you missing them?! I handed you the papers back in January, you photocopied them, and you put the copies IN A FUCKING FOLDER! Then there's the stuff my husband got to you. Oh, that's now outdated! So, why the fuck did you tell us it was okay for him to submit "outdated" information? And apparently, I have to have some medical exam before you can file. What in the ever living fuck are you smoking, man? You haven't even filed the first form, and you're asking me to do something that comes MUCH later in the immigration process.

You know what? I just did a bunch of reading on the government's immigration website! Some of the shit you've asked us for isn't even mentioned on the required forms! And there are some things we may actually need, and you haven't even fucking hinted at them! So, what do we REALLY have to fucking do here? Do we need to phone you every fucking day and talk to your air-headed receptionist to make sure things are getting done? Do we need to bring you a fuckton of money (as if we haven't already)? I really want to know, because I'm sick and fucking tired of being kept in the dark for months at a time, while you sit around with your thumbs in your ass!

I guess it's time to send you an e-mail! Hell if I know if and how you'll respond to it! I wouldn't be surprised if I got nothing, or a bunch of bullshit legalese and half-assed information! Go fuck yourself.
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holy shit dude.
id#15029e ♦ 12014 (2915)
 
"congratulations on beating the difficult boss, here's your awesome top tier armor, the chainmail string bikini of red sonja."
i'm pretty lenient with my suspension of disbelief, but every time i see this my immersion just fucking shatters into a million pieces.
and nobody is doing anything about this at all because game companies believe every single last person who plays their games are creepy adolescent neanderthals who don't know how to talk to real girls.
it seems like they have no respect for men at all, really.
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holy shit dude.
id#1ea9fe ♦ 11585 (2797)
 
Fucking Kotaku. You are literally the worst news site I've ever seen. Every single "article" you post is just cutting and pasting wholesale from a forum post speculating about a game that won't even be out for another six months or just posting someone else's shitty fan video from Youtube and going THIS IS REALLY COOL WATCH IT AND LEAVE COMMENTS AND CLICK OUR AD BANNERS BEFORE YOU GO LOL. I have no idea why Valve considers your site to be good enough to be featured as "news" on their tickers when you haven't posted anything that could even remotely be considered "journalism" and all of your profits come from someone else's work. Fire your staff of retarded clowns and hire some people who know how to do important things. Like write articles. Or get news from credible sources. Or not make money by plagiarizing other peoples' work.
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holy shit dude.
id#17f3dd ♦ 8045 (2326)
 
GODDAMNIT! MY JOB IS NOT TO DECIDE WHICH FUCKING CALLS YOU TAKE ON-AIR. IF I WRITE THAT THE GUY AGREES WITH THE PREVIOUS CALLER ABOUT ABORTION AND YOU TAKE THE CALL LIKE THE MORON YOU ARE, DON'T THEN LECTURE ME ABOUT HOW YOU DON'T WANT CALLS ABOUT ABORTION. GOD YOU FUCKING MAN-CHILD CUNT DICKHEAD! I JUST WANT TO PUT YOUR HEAD IN A VICE AND KEEP TURNING THE HANDLE UNTIL IT BREAKS OFF AND THE PAIN IN MY HEAD STOPS! FUCK!
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sorry guy.
id#f166a8 ♦ 7308 (2218)
 
Okay, I'm not the most mature person in the world. I can get pissy and act pretty damned childish. Almost everyone gets like that at some point. But some of you, holy fuck! The bullshit you pull at work is getting fucking bad! How is it some of you are 2 to 3 times my age, but are still acting like whiny, entitled 14 year olds? I REALLY want to know!

"Can you stand for 5+ hours?" "Can you lift 20 - 40 pounds?" "Can you work afternoons and weekends?" You remember this questionnaire, right? Do you know why you were asked these questions? They're related to the fucking job you signed up for! If you thought it was a joke and wrote down a bunch of lies, too fucking bad. You want to throw bullshit around, then you'll get bullshit thrown back at you. If you really, truly cannot BEAR to do what's required, you're in the wrong fucking place. Go find something more your style, like ruling the Kingdom of Candy Canes, Princess Candyass.

I know the job's demanding and really fucking sucks on some days. I know the pay's not great, either (though it's better than what it used to be!). You know what really twists my tits, though? Your fucking attitudes and the stunts you people pull. You phone in sick on a hot day to go hang out at the beach with your friends. You head out early because you have a concert to go to. And you leave your stations because you're "bored" or "stressed." Seriously, fuck you. There aren't many shifts at this time of the year, so you have PLENTY of days off to go and fuck around. If you plan on going to a concert or some other event, you damned well ask for time off in advance! And if you're bored or stressed, you suck it up and fucking cope like everyone else does! Quit making all of us look bad, you prima donna bitches.

Now, there's just one more thing. Some of the work you whine and cry about having to do really isn't that difficult. If you'd turn on the part of your brain labelled COMMON SENSE, things become much easier! And for fuck's sake, if someone is showing you an "easier than taking a piss" way of doing a task, LISTEN TO THEM! Ignoring them and then flipping the fuck out because everything's "too hard" is not going to help you.
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man that sucks.
id#476523 ♦ 7558 (2428)
 
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!! DONT FUCKING ASK MY OPINION ABOUT THE SHOW AND THEN GO ON FOR FIVE MINUTES ARGUING WITH ME ABOUT WHY I'M WRONG. JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND LEAVE ME ALONE YOU INCOMPETENT INFANT ASSHOLE!
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holy shit dude.
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