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...I am kicking the can of crap over!
I am kicking it over!
Turd nmero uno? My boss. My boss has allowed my coworker, whom I call Mr Eventual, to show up whenever he wants, pretty much.
...then to add injury to insult? My boss shorts my checks...every damn week. I have to go get some of my timesheets off line, because I lost them.
As an accountant, I am a really good security guard! A good to excellent guard, I can handle threats, improvise solutions to weird problems, deal with interpersonal things, stay awake while horrifically bored...
If bookkeeping were my fort i would be doing that for a living, it would pay better. My boss is totally incompetent, and seems to be shorting ALL his employees. We don't make a whole lot, and he does not give a damn, or he'd pay us what we are owed. He'd delegate. At worst, he could pay an Indian virtual assistance firm to do his payroll for him, this would make him look a lot better and ease his own stress.
No, he can't do it. He has been getting worse for YEARS.
I changed jobs to get away from this turkey, only to have my old ompany merge with my new company! Aaaah!
Turd nmero dos: general pay. Unless I get a degree I am never going to not be in constant financial crisis. I have spatial dyscalculia-math is horribly hard, drilling does not work...but I gotta suck it up and get a degree anyway.
Turd tres: my country's medical care. My friend's dying. This is most likely due to not being able to access decent care through her state's Medicaid...so guess what? Because testing wasn't done, because Medicaid wouldn't pay? Her blood test shows metastasis. Just don't know where. She was already direly ill from Intracranial hypertension...that probably should have been treated surgically a while ago.
Thus leaving her in pain-and opiates make her go psychotic.
I think they want to let poor, medically ill people-like her and me-die.
So. My mom STILL has my evil uncle's inheritance money. This from my grandma on her side?
So she made me a damn interesting offer...take his money. Go see my fiance, who I am going quietly nuts longing for. Quit my job.
She thought I should stay there for 6 months, she could send me money... I don't think she gets how expensive England is.
anyway?
My uncle assaulted me. Yep. He was either 17 or 19. Just the once, it did not mess me up like dad did...but still.
Oddly? I don't want to kill him, just shoot him in the butt with birdshot? some of his kids or stepkids may want him dead or in jail, be happy to help with the latter.
.
I will feel NO GUILT in taking the money he's avoided coming to get for 22 years...
family drama occurred-my evil dad boinked my uncle's wife...really, you can't make this stuff up...
My uncle divorced her in '96, remarried, has a nephew none of us have ever met, lives an hour's easy drive away.
No.
If I don't use it all it should go to his children and ex-stepkids, not him. I know they were terrified of him.
But I have been triggered, i see that now, by my boss so obviously not giving a good goddamn about his employees. I need to get my head clear, reboot my life. Mom has agreed to help with this after I come back. It's a calculated risk, but I want to get the hell AWAY from both the dude and the sucky company.
I feel a little nervous? But my life has NOT been working AT ALL and not for a long time.
* Kicks over can of turds *
I am kicking it over!
Turd nmero uno? My boss. My boss has allowed my coworker, whom I call Mr Eventual, to show up whenever he wants, pretty much.
...then to add injury to insult? My boss shorts my checks...every damn week. I have to go get some of my timesheets off line, because I lost them.
As an accountant, I am a really good security guard! A good to excellent guard, I can handle threats, improvise solutions to weird problems, deal with interpersonal things, stay awake while horrifically bored...
If bookkeeping were my fort i would be doing that for a living, it would pay better. My boss is totally incompetent, and seems to be shorting ALL his employees. We don't make a whole lot, and he does not give a damn, or he'd pay us what we are owed. He'd delegate. At worst, he could pay an Indian virtual assistance firm to do his payroll for him, this would make him look a lot better and ease his own stress.
No, he can't do it. He has been getting worse for YEARS.
I changed jobs to get away from this turkey, only to have my old ompany merge with my new company! Aaaah!
Turd nmero dos: general pay. Unless I get a degree I am never going to not be in constant financial crisis. I have spatial dyscalculia-math is horribly hard, drilling does not work...but I gotta suck it up and get a degree anyway.
Turd tres: my country's medical care. My friend's dying. This is most likely due to not being able to access decent care through her state's Medicaid...so guess what? Because testing wasn't done, because Medicaid wouldn't pay? Her blood test shows metastasis. Just don't know where. She was already direly ill from Intracranial hypertension...that probably should have been treated surgically a while ago.
Thus leaving her in pain-and opiates make her go psychotic.
I think they want to let poor, medically ill people-like her and me-die.
So. My mom STILL has my evil uncle's inheritance money. This from my grandma on her side?
So she made me a damn interesting offer...take his money. Go see my fiance, who I am going quietly nuts longing for. Quit my job.
She thought I should stay there for 6 months, she could send me money... I don't think she gets how expensive England is.
anyway?
My uncle assaulted me. Yep. He was either 17 or 19. Just the once, it did not mess me up like dad did...but still.
Oddly? I don't want to kill him, just shoot him in the butt with birdshot? some of his kids or stepkids may want him dead or in jail, be happy to help with the latter.
.
I will feel NO GUILT in taking the money he's avoided coming to get for 22 years...
family drama occurred-my evil dad boinked my uncle's wife...really, you can't make this stuff up...
My uncle divorced her in '96, remarried, has a nephew none of us have ever met, lives an hour's easy drive away.
No.
If I don't use it all it should go to his children and ex-stepkids, not him. I know they were terrified of him.
But I have been triggered, i see that now, by my boss so obviously not giving a good goddamn about his employees. I need to get my head clear, reboot my life. Mom has agreed to help with this after I come back. It's a calculated risk, but I want to get the hell AWAY from both the dude and the sucky company.
I feel a little nervous? But my life has NOT been working AT ALL and not for a long time.
* Kicks over can of turds *
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I feel so dirty and used I was drunk and passed out at a party when I came around some guy was on top of me rapeing me he covered my mouth and told me to shut up afterwards he got up and got dressed and said I better not tell anyone I found my friend and reported that I had been raped after having medical checks and them getting DNA I've taken the morning after pill IAM just so depressed and...
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Upon his departure, he remarked, "I am in many people’s pockets; no one will believe you." Have you ever grappled with the silence that follows sexual assault, where the perceived impossibility of being believed necessitates self-censorship?
If I get a bachelor's in social work or counseling? Both only take 4-year degrees in England. Both could, in theory, get me a foreign worker visa.
No, marrying him is not a magic wand. Trust me, there are apparently many spouses of UK citizens, even ones with kids, getting tossed out
Yeah, the UK immigration rules are *not* like the US. Much stricter. But there's always a way, and I'm sure you will kick the crapola out of it!
"He has been getting worse for YEARS.
I changed jobs to get away from this turkey, only to have my old company merge with my new company! Aaaah!"
That is a crazy making turn of events if there ever was one. I mean, the sexual assault is way way worse, I know from surviving my own. But in this job problem with this turkey, you confronted the past and changed jobs and still ended up with this guy in your present. Argh!
...I dunno, I think one exploitation starts to evoke all the other ones to me? That's why merely obnoxious stuff feels SO overwhelming to me. Gotta work on distress tolerance.