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on yer maw
i have a small touch of PMT
(have been paid so went to the offie. Whooooo!) yes, I have five minutes.
I'm assuming you need some help, so pm me?
which will help resolve matters
and feeling a little bit wounded after fielding off accusations of being a consumerist pig
atrociously low, in fact.
Way beyond that thread was, even.
(well obvs not) What's up?
i'm running myself into the ground with work, but the tiredness/stress means i'm finding it hard to job hunt. It feels like I'm at exactly the same point as about 4 years back when I quit magazines after freaking out about the quality of life but there doesn't appear to be the same chance of escaping that there was before.
For some reason the whole situation hit me like a freight train a couple of hours ago and it feels crushing.
but that's just an additional grim factor, rather than the cause, i think)
Just walk out. Leave a post-it saying 'bye'
the only way you can break the cycle is by doing something about it. even if that means that the band.hobbies have to takle a backseat for a bit. Yopur spare time right now needs to be invested in getting you out of there. Job hunting is not as relaxing as band practice or cooking a big meal or gong to the pub or whatever, but getting the ball rolling with it will a) immediately ease up on any feeling of guilt you have about your inaction. procrastination and b) feel rewarding and give a sense of achievement, even if nothing comes out of it straight away. Just fire your cv out everywhere at first and see what bites. Do it. do it tonight and tell me tomorrow you don;'t feel at least a tiny bit better.
Hope you feel better soon- it's such a shit feeling when you feel utterly winded by your career, which is supposed to be something that sustains you.
already been swallowed up by work's black hole. But yeah. I need to push myself to do this even if it means being more tired for a while. Push on rob. PUSH ON.
The only alternative is accepting your lot where you are until something lands on your lap, but that's risky and unpredictable.
can you speak to your boss about the stress you're under? Maybe even take a step back/ down and do a less busy role for a bit?
Work in a coffee shop and bake cakes for macmillan.
plus, i mildly resent 'corporate drone' i think.
I thought itd irk you further
just sad x
Just terminology. I meant get an easy gig, like 20 hrs a week. Be poor for a bit. Shop at lidl. Enjoy the things like trees, ducks and stuff then consider your options.
i think i take offence because it might be dead on.
and you're right, silkz
and being mastered now, which is nice. It's sort of sad because we've got it all done and now there's this dead stop. maybe i can figure out a way of just doing band for a while but christ life is expensive
we know it's good but i mean...record labels and everything else. gag.
not gag. also gag.
we were just two guys desperate to do something good on record before 30. And now we don't have a plan.
let that thought cheer you up
he sure is a happy pencil
All seems right with the world :)
A little bit restless and irritable and want to eat junk food
I think i may be stressed
Trying very hard not to think about a horrific vivid dream I had last night, but if horrifically violent dreams about someone you care about going under a train are the worst of worries then I have an awful lot to be thankful for.
Have a sleep and a nice tea. Maybe one wine, no more
a couple of hours sleep
some prosecco and jigging about.
I reckon yes
I even get undressed usually, but I'll leave something on so that my body doesn't think it's SLEEPSLEEP time.
Ging to nap now maybe. After House finishes.
Poppet. Quite like poppet. Might get a girlfriend and call her poppet
My pal whose actual name is Funboy Frankie has texted me to go to a casino thing. Im blatantly going to chicken out because nice girls like me don't go to nasty gangster casinos but i am feeling reckless enough to consider it for five minutes. Even though I can't play poker.
I swear to god that is his name, maybe not on his passport, but when you go into bars and stuff the doormen are like 'alright Funboy'. he is exactly as gay as he sounds.
I would have you down for some high-stakes modern day poker Alice.
But I'm not very good at knowing when to stop.
Then I listened to 'The Gambler' by Kenny Rodgers like 10 times and now I'm a bit of a pro.
(thanks for that ear worm btw)
or walk away?
Those were the bits I was having trouble with.
which means I have to bloody wait till tomorrow or possibly Saturday to pick them up/have time to get them.
I was in the post office today putting money on the electric meter and there was a fat woman sitting on a chair well out the queue but when I was next to go to the desk she stomped over and whacked me with her walking stick.
Should've tried the note technique.
In a minute, it's Friday tomorrow anyway, fuck 'em
You got zero hair, but you're a nice chap, I reckon. Welcome at chez silky anytime, dog
And I have got LOADS of hair. Just not on top of my head
Not even proper whisk(e)y, that Jim Beam Red Stag stuff that I bet PROPER winds up some of you tryhard indie whisk(e)y bellends.
really tight trousers on, which is nice
I've met other like-minded sociologists and I'm generally really organised and on top of my life right now and I'm about to start a fun new job. And my mum's best friend (my sort of secular godmother) has been staying with us this week and we're going to the theatre tonight. dont even care about my period pains.
If you like.
Please dont this this.
Awful, awful day
my bf (who i love) bought something and seems to have allowed them to sign me up to prime. got a £49 refund :)
which is a mini glass tankard from the brovaria brewery we stayed at in Poznan :'(
Cycled down to the canal, my mum made me a bacon sandwich and I fed my goosey pals out of the window.
Then I had to say goodbye to my parents and go to work and read some quite upsetting stuff and I'm probably not going to see my mum and dad again this year :(
Feel fucking terrible tbh.
I'm really sorry, it's so tough. Sending you more hugs. X
According to my dead nz buddy anyway. Cheer brow, or some shit
but i am flat broke until Monday
Thats what we say down here, mate. Sorry
And I seem to be getting really anxious and weird about it, which isn't helping the difficulty at all.
Think I'm developing proper anxiety problems, but can't help feeling I'm just being an idiot. At least I'll fit in on here pretty well.
It's so hard though, I feel for you,
I'm hoping/presuming that as I get more used to it I will get better gradually
If you've got it into your head that it's going to fail then NEWSFLASH: it is going to fail. It's really hard, but you need to stop anxious thoughts from settling in your mind about this kind of stuff. Do not over analyse.naïf you get one of these thoughts, acknowledge it briefly, lau at it, and dismiss it. Keep busy and communicate well. If you love each other and you both want it to work, then theres every chance it will x
I'm feeling better than I was a few days ago, guess it's just a settling in and forcing myself to stop dwelling thing.
It's early days and you'll adapt. Also think of the plus points of long distance- the excitement at seeing each other again mthe ripping off of clothes within seconds of being reunited, but also the chance to develop independent friendships and interests.
Going to the pub now with my brother. Can't get into a state though, got shitloads of work to do tomorrow, but then it's the September Weekend! Exciting.
Been swithering for ages, but have kind of realised that nobody else it's going to tell me that it's definitely a good/bad idea, so think I'll just go for it. What could possibly go wrong?
It's a good idea, put in an offer and see what happens :)
Quick question, glasgow person. I've just been invited to play poker at the genting casino tonight. Actually, it is two Qs 1. I thought that it was men only. GENTing. Am I being a fanny? 2. Is it totally stabby/rapey in there? I would prefer not to get stabbed right before the weekend.
I've never been in since it changed to that - last time I was in was years ago when it was still a Gala Casino. Was okay, we used to go in cos it was still open after the dancing and I'd play blackjack with any remaining cash I had and try to convince the staff to make me a cheese toastie.
Can't really play poker so I'm really not thinking its a great idea unless we're also going to do tables. Cheers. And good luck with the offer.
Think I'm going to go insultingly low to start with, and see what happens. When you ask solicitors to bid on flats and stuff, do you get charged if it's rejected you don't go any further?
They should have issued you with a letter of engagement taking you on as a client and that should give you some info about charging. You could always make the offer directly to the agent yourself?
because I've only really had a brief chat with them so far. Off to the pub now, enjoy your night.
Depends on the terms you've signed up to with your solicitor.
Shelter say you will have to pay for any surveys regardless of whether your offer is accepted (so just make a conditional offer subject to survey in that case) and you MAY hav to pay your solicitor's fees.
Worst thing though is I'm waking up stupid early. Like 4am early.
Stress and anxiety makes me wake early. I have cured this by drinking so much at night that I need three alarms to wake me up for 8.30 for work.
Panicked and gave my lasy fiver to a beggar today. I needed that :(
good that you kept your hard-working notes though
Off back to uni tomorrow. Gonna put in a real effort early on not to get into bad habits again. Trying to cut out time spent doing nothing/feeling sorry for myself, and replace it with work or having fun.
These threads always seem to bring out the best in people which always cheers me up :)
He just popped into my mind for some reason.
I started a new job recently and like any job, it has its good points and bad points. My commute is awful. I moved in with my boyfriend but this new job means that I never see him because I'm either at work or sleeping. I don't know how to find a work-life balance.
Now have a new-found respect for primary school teachers.