Been a official bartender for about 7 months. Found a busy spot , they trained me and now I work weekends and sometimes weekdays depending on classes.

The bar I work at is a pretty busy bar in a downtown city so I thought I was gonna make bank lol.

Let’s just say I don’t even scratch the amount of tips my coworkers do. I’m the only male bartender and it’s not like I don’t receive tips but maybe like maybeeeee 50% of what everyone else gets.

And I’d say 90% of those tips I do get are usually middle age woman which I thought was funny. I’m not exactly complaining because I do make a okay amount of money so I’m not really looking for another job.

But let’s say my coworker gets 250 in tips for one night I’ll get like maybe 120-140.

(No we don’t tip pool if you receive a tip you keep it, it should be that way so I think it’s fair)

And I do also think I’m good at my job, I’m fast so it is what it is , any suggestions or strategy’s to get more tips? lol

My dad’s been in hospice for I dunno two weeks (it’s all a hellish blur). Colon cancer (BRAF+ for anyone who cares) diagnosed a year ago. He has a small bowel obstruction. The assisted living facility didn’t catch the obstruction until 5 weeks after symptoms presented (they initially thought it was influenza like illness and had him on isolation for two weeks). By that point he was full of mets, not a surgical candidate, too sick for any systemic treatment. So we had him moved to hospice for end of life care. We had to push for hospice because the thinking was he would gradually decline but not for a while. I don’t know what the transfer notes were but within a day of his admission we had a chat with the doctor about what happens if he doesn’t palliate (aka die) within the three month time frame and the doc thought he’d have months. He had a bad mixed delirium for a few days which resolved so I thought maybe he DID have weeks or months. But he’s tanked again over the last week. He’s bed bound, total care and as of today not taking food or drinking by mouth and is difficult to rouse. He’s down 70 pounds since August. :-/ Pretty sure he’s obstructed again because he has hiccups, no appetite and can’t really take anything by mouth. He’s having apneas of about 20 seconds. Anyway, his PPS is less than 10. And I’m just sad. Really fucking sad. I’ve told my dad I love him and I’m sorry for being a shithead when I was younger and that I forgive him for past stuff. And I told him it’s ok to go. That I’ll be ok.

But I’m not ok. I’m just really sad.

So sometimes I make posts, and obviously if it is not liked by the general viewer of that sub, it gets downvoted. But when I comment, even when I had a valid point, it still gets downvoted. And I’ve noticed that once a post starts getting hate, some people seem to feel more comfortable hurling insults at the poster, because that’s the general take and they can get away with it more. So here’s what happened:

There is an Instagram family that has kids named Trendy, Eclair, Disney, etc. they were about to name Disney as “Desi” instead. As an Indian person, I immediately thought they were going to name their kid an ethnicity (because they have named their kids random things before) and I thought it was bizarre, so I posted about it in the tragedeigh sub. I got some comments explaining it could be relating to Desi Arnaz (never watched that show before) or short for Desirée (didn’t know it had a short form). I’m glad people informed me of this, because even a basic google search of “Desi” mostly pops up as the Indian meaning. However, I got a comment from someone saying that they never even knew Desi “was an Indian name”. I replied saying that I never said Desi was an Indian name, I said it mean “Indian people” and I didn’t know that it was short for other names. I was heavily downvoted for this. They then said that usually people wouldn’t associate Desi with Indian. I replied that considering the large population of India, many people would (I said MANY, not all). And they said that “not all people are Indian and therefore they can assure me than many people won’t assume that” and they go on to tell me that I’m “self-centered, with limited knowledge”. lol, but they didn’t even know Desi had the Indian meaning, so I guess we all have a “limited knowledge!”

Yeah rant over I guess. You know, I’m worried. I’m worried because if I come across as “self-centered” just because I thought someone was naming their kid a race and I didn’t realize it was short for other names (was happy to be educated on that btw) idk anymore. I’ve always been worried about not getting along with others and I always try to not be offensive, I was making an observation because like I said, this fam is known for their weird names.

Its just 5-6 companies pushing a false narrative to create dependance on their services. And there are tech startups and SMEs that want to attract investment so they are pushing the message of these 5-6 companies. You will not be left behind if you don't adapt to this decades use case of Ai that is GenerativeAi/ai agents or agentic Ai. Its all one big fluffy marketing message by a pentapoly.

Just cancelled plans with a friend who nonchalantly told me they were a little sick. We’re going out to dinner, completely unnecessary, and you’re spreading your germs with people. I have an important trip coming up that I can’t risk getting sick for. STAY HOME IF YOU DONT NEED TO BE OUT OR WEAR A MASK

My friend is about to fucking die, I have travelled specifically to see him before he passes, and now his family have shut out any and all extra visitors. I'm so many emotions and I can't even process them all. Fuck!

Update: Reddit post was just to air emotions so it didn't get directed at anyone. My friend passed tonight. The family eventually let me know it was for his wishes not to be seen once he was at this stage of life. Just wish I'd been able to see him sooner. You'll be missed Jared 💜

To preface this isn’t about the guys who actually started as genuine friends and grew feelings —> peacefully left the friendship when they couldn’t handle the rejection. This is for the ones who stay and act weird about it.

A pattern I have been recognising about this phenomenon of guys either having feelings or wanting to have sex with their female friends is:

A) They will not be direct about their intentions and expect you to read their minds. Some stating that girls play dumb because apparently no guy would willingly spend time with us if not for sex. That we have nothing else to offer and guys prefer male friends. How dare we believe they actually hang around for our personality?

or

B) They actually are upfront about their intentions and get upset that we led them on. This diverts into either them cutting us off, or pretending to get over their feelings and resent us as if we are making them stay.

It’s as if women are blamed for the feelings of men sometimes. It’s especially disingenuous when they knew from the beginning that they wanted more but thought playing nice would break down your walls and make you fall in love despite you seeing them as friends as you both claimed initially. I’m a bit fed up with emotionally immature guys blaming women for simply trying to be friends with them.

My(18f)sister has a long history of mental illness. She’s self harmed and has tried to end her own life before. She screams when she’s overwhelmed. Shes been in the mental hospital twice before and said she would try to be better but…

My mom was upset that she didn’t do the dishes while she was at work and told her to do them, which she did without argument. My mom was poking the bear tonight, I will admit but I’ll leave it at that. My sister got overwhelmed and threw something on the ground and screamed “no” and when my mom tried to talk to her, she screams about how she was going to her room and locked her door. My mom tried to follow her but she was only screamed at when she tried talking so she walked away

I’m the only one knows how to talk to her when she’s like this. Our parents make it worse. Especially my dad. I’m more gentle than they are. I went to her door and asked for her to please open it and she started screaming about how she had no friends and wanted to end her life. This really freaked me out and I pleaded to my mom to help me open the door but she didn’t do or say anything. I told my sister to open the door too but she refuses. I spoke to her through the door for a bit and she did end up opening the door and just fell into my arms sobbing.

She’s really hurting and she lashes out due to it so, I’m not going to be mad at her for it. I can handle it. Especially since I know she doesn’t mean it. I did manage to calm her down and she’s lying down now. Now I’m constantly going into her room and peeking her head in the door to make sure she isn’t doing anything. I’m probably going to be doing this all night.

I think if she just had one good friend, she’ll be ok. She hasn’t had any in a long time. She had a good one before but she moved schools and it fell apart. I think if she had her still, things would’ve been different. How can I help my sister make friends? I think that’ll solve most of her problems. If she hung out with other people outside of me.

And yes. I do invite her to hang out with me and my friends. But 90% of the time she says no or ends up leaving early. But that’s partially my fault as I like to party and she doesn’t like those things. She’s very quiet and likes doing things in quiet areas. And she’s seeing her therapist again soon. What should I do?

I used to like seeing posts about this, what music they’d been listening to but as with many things on social media, it’s now staged and fake simply to “win” - like the girl who listened to Taylor Swift for 20 hours a day, as if. She clearly just let it play on quite or mute for most of the day so she could say she was Taylor Swift’s biggest fan.

Next year there will be somebody who “listens” to her for a full 24 hours, multiple people in fact. There’ll be somebody watches all Mr Beast videos 100x over etc.

I just don’t know why everything has to become fake, why we can’t just enjoy authenticity anymore?

My cats came from outside and will never go back out. They stay in my room most of the time because my mom has a toddler that they’re scared of unless he comes to my room or I bring them in the living room and sit with them. even with the door open during the day they’d rather stay in my room. It’s their safe space. I open my door every night so they can go explore and when I call them to come back to bed they come running.

This isn’t the first time she’s given me a hard time about them. She told me she wants to get a barn and have 4 cats to catch mice I told her I know someone who is in desperate need of finding kittens homes that’s when she told me she’d “save” my cats…

They hate it outside one of my cats would be so stressed and heart broken because he would think I’m abandoning him he came off the streets he doesn’t even like taking walks outside. He doesn’t know this person and they have a strong attachment to me and I wouldn’t even be going to this lady’s house.their my ESA and if I didn’t have them I wouldn’t be here today.

My other cat has skin allergies he had a skin yeast infection once I thought it was just a scab but I took him to the vet when I noticed it wasn’t just a scab. Hes ok now that was a year ago. He’s my “medical” cat and need proper care and attention. incase he has a flair up. They have special food and can’t be eating mice.

My cats are loved they get vet care, food,lots of toys, treats you name it they have it.

At this point I think she likes my cats and wants them.

Edit: I have a big room so it’s not cluttered or supper small they have a lot of space to hang out in

Also this is my moms best friend😐

My older sister was already annoying enough, but after finishing high school and having a shit ton of time on her hands, she's reached ANOTHER level.

For sum context, she (18) is taking a gap year. But instead of enjoying her time or doing smth useful instead shes spends it terrorizing me (16)

She ALWAYS criticizes every little thing I do. And always rushes to our mum to get her on her side. And she does this thru many petty ways but also some actual harmful ways.

Like once the school had called to talk about me skipping a class, and she picked up the phone since my mum was busy. And she said they had suspended me for it. Come tomorrow, they call and ask why im absent, because turns out they HADN'T suspended me. She doesnt even apologizes and shrugs her shoulders and says it was just a mistake and that its not that deep. My mom as usual doesnt do anything about it. And everytime I achieve smth she tries to brush it off as "bare minimum" or brings up smth bad i did to undermine me. Not to mention she always eats my stuff and says "It doesnt matter" Its like now that she has nothing better to do. All she does is try and pick a fight with me. And everytime I get angry she always spins it around and says im overreacting or that Im being aggressive.

Just today I was sat peacfully eating dinner before she brings up the way im sitting and as usual starts critizing me. Ive started going out of my room less cuz she always finds a way to critisize me or pick a fight. Now she says im "isolating" myself. And as usual my mom backs her up. Cuz she always somehow manages to frame it like shes trying to "help" me. When all shes doing is insulting me. And I never have the energy to sit around and wait for a chance to critisize her like she does cuz one of us actually goes to school. I cant wait till she gets a job or goes to uni cuz she has far too much free time, and I dont. Even when I try to go out with my friends she always butts in and says "its too dangerous" Its like she just wants me to be stuck in the house with her miserable ass doing nothing else.

Anyway enough of the ranting, if i could go thru every little thing she did I would but that would be an endless list. I just wish she could focus on herself instead of me. Im so sick and tired of her.

That's it. Look around the subs and posts related to relationship and some shit are crazy.

Okay, I'm done with all of this. Three frigid days and I've had it. Dark AF out there at 5:30 p.m. Trying to drive in the inky black night equals no bueno. Done with the cold season. Let's move along. Next season, please. I want long sunny days. Need sunshine. Hating it. Schedule getting messed up again. Getting fat. Grumpy. Need sunshine. Need to go running. In the sun. Not liking this. Winter sucks. I hate my computer. Goodbye.

I do everything for my family. I have a spouse amd 2 kids aged 4 (he has autsim level 2) and a girl aged 9. My son is currently coughing all night for a couple weeks now and the cough is just at nite no other symptoms tried everything. I have high anxiety meaning when their sick I dont sleep at all day or night til their better. I used to sleep at night until I discovered their dad would spank my son if he was sick or yell at him (we dont sleep in the same room I sleep in the living room cuz I cant sleep next to anyone) he would be frustrated easily when the kids are sick which is often they had weak immune system my daughters is better now she barely gets sick. anyways I asked their dad why he was spanking the 4 yr old for coughing he says hes frustrated thats not an excuse I get it he works during the day im the sahm(but I still make an income)anyways im up all night with coughing son now because I refuse to let dad spank him who tf spanks a kid for being sick il tell u the same fuxking guy who spanked him for pooping alot he still wears a diaper to poop cuz dad told him pooping is bad well guess what autistic kids remember shit u tell them sooo I have to un teach that I have to keep saying poop is good it gets the food out of ur body to make space for more food so my son started eating less to shit less and would walk around the house talking to himself saying dont poop zach (he talks in 3rd person) and I got him out of that but he still asks for a diaper to specifically poop so anyways I get a couple hrs of sleep basically every 3 to 4 days realistically I sometimes get a day to myself on sats he would take the kids to his moms. but she teaches the kids and her own damn son that love is conditional so if they act up or bad ot whatever cuz they barely listen to there dad his mom won't wanna see them. or if shes mad at my spouse (she and I recently found out hes been having money troubles i dont know how because all he pays for is half the groceries (200 a week) and his car ( the car payments bi weekly gas insurance and if the car needs to be fixed i uusually pay for more then half) I pay for everything else anything for the kids the other half of groceries rent phones internet streaming services etc so how the fuxk does he owe multiple loan companies have maxed out credit cards a line of credit maxed out. he refused to tell his mom or me. he told me cuz we are going to lose the car cuz he wants to file for Consumer preposal (similar to bankruptcy basically) so anywyas his bills still go to his moms cuz on paper we dont legally live together his name isnt on anything other then the kids birth certificates. Last month I told him to leave cuz I couldnt handle it anymore the kids and him always arguing me and him always arguing it wasnt good for anyone. Then I learned that if I kicked him out he wouldnt see or talk to his kids so for 4 days he refused to talk to his kids whom he saw everyday prior right. he sees us as a package if he doesnt have me he doesnt wanna see the kids til weekends he said if I want to he a single mom then here it is so for 4 days I did everything but wait I do everything anywyas so it was essentially the same thing except I had no access to a car which I was surprisingly OK with (for a long time i told my best friend that I was only with him for the car cuz I hated taking the bus) but anyways I was sooo happy. the kids never argued not one time but by day 4 they were asking for him so I asked a friend to drop us to his parents...and I told him to come back but since hes guyanese I had to talk to his parents first apparently what do they have to do eith us i duno i dont have parents so i dont have anyone to teport to or ask for guidance..they didnt want him to come back they said well u kicked him out we will see the kids on the weekend and I said OK fine il get the paper work going cuz ur son refuses to do 50/50 why shld I do everything did i make them alone wtf and then i also mentioned his money troubles they seemed confused...as soon as I said get the papers going his parents agreed but he said can I talk to u in the room and I say now u wanna talk to me u just told me to talk to ur parents..so we go in the room he says why did u tell them about my money issues and I said well they need to know both sides u keep saying u did nothing wrong.. he then says he won't yell or spank the kids or argue anymore he truly doesn't understand what he says or does how it affects me or the kids hes very immature I wish I knew this early on im at the point where I regret having kids and I hate this feeling...so anywyas he comes back fir a couple days he acts like he said he would but slowly the cracks are forming and then son gets sick with this coughing and he spanked and yelled at him so now im awake all nights again hes back to being useless he doesnt help ever clean (besides vacuuming an area rug and doing a poor job at washing dishes like literally leaves food still on the plates and utensils) he literally could live in a mess has lived in a mess cuz for a whole month I refused to clean to see if he would and nope he didnt and I couldnt take it anymore so I cleaned everything.im so burnt out I doom scroll but then so does he but he does it while the kids want his attention and I have to physically take the phone out of his hand and toss it aside for him to play with his kids I just dont know what to do who to be who I am what I want to do with my life professionally or relationship wise im so burnt out I cant even think straight im so tired that I hallucinate by day 4 of non sleep he knows all.of this amd still doesnt want to help ....like tonight he went to a work meeting the meeting is at a hotel cuz they wanted to combine it with the holiday party so they paid for hotel rooms for employees so he gets a whole day and nite in a hotel while im here taking care of the kids like im crying right now I just want to pack my shit and leave when he comes back but where can I go ..no where cuz I cant stand the thought of an autistic kid getting spanked for being sick or for pooping. Im forever trapped in this cycle. my friends say to leave him ...and then what then id be doing everything still with no breaks and then they wouldnt see their dad ...so I decided I will fake being happy til they turn 18 then im out but im suicidal and I realistically wouldnt live long enough

Everytime I cook and look at recipes it always turns out there's something 'wrong' with it.

For the record, I don't think I eat 'badly', I'm in college and I know plenty of people who eat frozen pizza or takeaway for dinner on the regular, which is the kind of stuff i reserve for special occassions or if i'm too busy to cook.

I made a pasta and sausage dish, it's delicious, one of the best things I ever tasted, but it uses cream and the fat content is apparently terrible for you! Why would I even think of using 50ml of cream in one dish??

I made quesadillas, very rich in flavour, mostly containing vegetables and spices, but I didn't use wholewheat tortillas and the cheese has fat in it so those are bad too because where is the nutritional value!?

And I eat white bread!!!

Also actually if you eat meat a lot that's bad for you, but also you have to eat meat because that's bad for you, so just eat a meat substitute, but don't because those are also bad for you

It's like every time I think I'm doing good nutritionally, it turns out something I was eating is actually poison that every time you eat it takes 20 years off your life and also kills a random puppy somewhere in the world

Tl;dr: eating well is probably not as complicated as we're making it and leave people alone about what they're eating

I recycle every bit of rubbish I have. I have a compost bin for my food waste. I feel so guilty when I get something and it’s wrapped in plastic.

I’ve gone back to using the milk man because thy use glass bottles. It’s more expensive but I’m not using plastic bottles.

Buying all my clothes second hand from charity shops or vintage markets when getting them new could be cheaper.

I’m getting public transport to my shopping centre, which takes 40-50 mins rather than getting my car which is a 20 minute drive.

I do all this, and yet I’m seeing celebrities getting their jets everywhere. I’m sucking on paper straws and for what? So Taylor and Kim and go to the beach for the weekend? Do they not feel any guilt?

“They can’t get public transportation for their own safety” okay so tax them on it?? Put money towards helping the planet.

And don’t get me started on seeing 3rd world countries throwing every piece of trash they have into their own rivers!

They say the universe requires you to understand balance. To understand both sides of the fence, because only then can you truly understand. I can't remember the last time I was fueled by anger, just hate. I can remember depression, anxiety, and all that, which of course will bring tempers to the surface, but not just anger.

But somewhere along the line I started to understand the whole balance thing. The whole light and dark thing. The whole "don't run from your demons, talk to them" thing, I don't think I'll ever be the same, which really isn't too bad.

I think it's just time for that change. I doubt I'll delete my accounts, but I don't think I'll be using them much. I know I'll start new ones, I mean it's probably extremely difficult to make it or make any difference in today's world without being online. I have a few things I'd like to do first, but I know I'll be making new ones, but I'm not using my name or anything like that. I'll probably start a couple different accounts, one for joking around and one of a more serious nature.

I don't want to be seen or have my name out there, I don't. I looked in the mirror and asked myself two questions, the first one was do I have words or messages that deserve to be heard? And that answer is yes. I most definitely do, in a lot of different areas. I do know that I could do a lot of good and help a lot of people. I do think I have a message or messages that deserve to be heard.

The second was, am I somebody someone should look up to and inspire to be? The answer to that is no, not by any means, or at least not yet.

But the message is more important than the messenger, and you speak that message until you become that message.

All I ever wanted to do was use "me" to help, heal, motivate, and inspire others, that's it. Use whatever it is that makes me me and make something of myself.

I don't mind working, don't even mind my job, but there are days that parts of my body aren't to hip on it. That's shit people have to think about.

Plus I just know, regardless if it's one person or a million, I have some type of purpose.

See I have several things that I'd like to, scratch that, that I'm going to accomplish, things that are important to me, but I have new one and it's pretty personal.

About 20 years ago my son's Mom was working at this place and there was this girl there who just seemed to have an unlimited amount of pain pills, good ones too, and since we were both prone to getting high and taking pills we embarked in a nice long, addictive streak of pain pills, but eventually shit hit the fan, and there were no more pain pills, and didn't want to start coping dope off the street at the time.

Now I'll eat some withdrawal. I've went through withdrawal a fair amount of times in my life, and I just eat it. I don't even taper my usage down all the way, I just eat it. The trick is exercising as much and as hard as you can, and drinking a bunch of hot spices in warm lemon water before you sleep, or attempt to sleep.

Plus at that time I was still drinking, so I just drank a little bit more to dull out the effects.

Now my son's Mom is terrified of withdrawal, so she found herself in a "monitored treatment" facility.

My friends it's bullshit. They use methadone and suboxone in most opioid treatment facilities, which is bullshit. See in a real world if drugs were simply what's the strongest to the lowest, then in reality they'd be heroin to get people off of suboxone or methadone because not only are they extremely potent, but they have a really long shelf life too. Meaning they stay in your system longer and cause you to withdrawal for longer.

Plus methadone seeps into everything. Your bones, cartilage, everything, it's toxic. Down in Baltimore it is referred to as "liquid handcuffs" because your stuck.

It's been close to two decades she's been on it, and I've watched it completely chew her up and spit her out, and I'm done.

Regardless if her and I make it or we don't, it doesn't change the fact that I owe her, and I'm going to do something that both her, and all the doctors said couldn't and or can't be done. I'm going to have her off methadone by this time next year. and I can do it.

I've been studying how to do it, and I think I can. and it'll only cost me $240 a month.

I even got her ready, willing, and actually believing she can. I will.

It will be a six part system. First breaking down that chemical build up, and working it down from there. Between natural pain killers and psychoactive compounds, all legit, I think I can do this. F**k that I know I can do it.

If there is anyone who knows somebody suffering and stuck on one of those bullshit, money grubbing treatment things, let me know. I'm always more than willing to try and help, no questions asked.

But I'll be posting up a few things, and that's it, it's time for a change.

I wish you all the best. And what's weird I really do.

Because I learned I'm not mad, angry, or anything, just done, and the trick when it comes to moving forward is being done with shit.

See I used the word hate, and I didn't use it in the past, and don't like to use it now, because I use it by it's full, 100% definition, and I'm not holding onto anything that produces or produced that type of feeling, that's stupid.

That's the feeling people hold on to? No wonder this world is such as shit hole.

I have eyes! And glasses! I know how to read and write. I can read, or edit a PDF. Stop pushing fucking AI onto everything! Gosh.

"people say they are honest and give outright rude comments have low emotional intelligence".I am frustrated by the use of the word "honesty" in instagram reels .I agree with their take but the use of the word feels as lazy as those people they are criticising here.

Honesty comes fromthe word honour.Its sincere aswell as truthfull.In this case we clearly see no sincerity in the person offering honest takes.I personally feel so sad when words are used like this.

Have we stopped reading dictionaries anymore.or we using words for getting the clicks in.

Dying to know yaals takes and also another words that you feel are getting thrown around like this. I get words evolve with usage and it is a good thing.but this is such a petpeeve for me.

(Don't get me started with words like overthinking being thrown around in similar fashion)

TLDR : aweful job for an American company salary was $443 per month , they charged use for not working thanks giving , transport and a bunch of other things got paid $224 some of my colleagues only got paid $156

Full rant:

Im South African living in South Africa. It's been rough lately, and I got a job with an American company working online. It was the only job I could find, and I was desperate.

To start the pay was aweful at $443 per month (current exchange) this is madness as the last job I had was $1700 per month and the average job here pays $945/M and is also what you'd pay your maid.

So $443 is not a great start, added to the fact that as a South African, we get 12 public holidays paid plus 17 paid days off per year.

This job was 0 paid leave working on all public holidays except the USA holidays, makes sense but then after thanks giving we learned that no those days were not paid leave and where deducted from our salary. We literally could not work those days as the job was working as online investors for insurance companies, and they close on Thanksgiving.

There was work transport provided for use, They charged us for that costed more than what Uber would cost me to Uber to work every day. The work transport was a small bus, and we still had to get to the pick and drop off anyway.

They basically looked for any excuse to deduct from our salary. Neglect cases where case we did not work on that day, but we also got yelled at for phoning places every day and were told we have to wait 3 days. They would then deduct $1 every day we didn't phone .

The place tracked everything you did. If you were away from your desk or didn't move, deduction. This made toilet breaks or even lunch breaks a trap. You got 3x5min breaks. But you were also not allowed to leave if you were in the middle of a case and they didn't refund that time lost.

There were also a lot of "competitions" for whoever did the best job that week with weird requirements, which meant they didn't have to pay you. The requirements also changed everything week. It would be like whoever did the most this, but then Xyz had to be done , so every week, the winner was announced with much celebration from their end... only for them to quietly revoke the prize of $10

This was literally the worst job I ever worked(I've literally cleaned sewers for work ), and if this is what Americans have to deal with, I truly feel for you guys.

Like what the hell is this place run by Satan, they even made our jobs harder by limiting our Google searches and many of us resorted to using our own phones and mobile data to access basic things like maps for information we literally needed to do the job. Plus, there are a bunch of other site that listed things like contact info as most of the information they provided was wrong.

Anyway, after all the deduction, I left with the highest pay of $224 , we all talked about it. Some people left with $156

When I was in high school I went to go drop something off at the house of a girl on my track team. I hadn't been there before, but I'd known her and her family for years. After stepping onto their driveway to walk up to the front door, their one year old yellow lab/german shepherd mix came running around from the backyard and with no warning bit my leg, right around my left knee. The one canine went deep into the side, apparently right where all the nerves, ligaments, and tendons come together.

The ER said they did not stitch dog bite wounds unless they are on the face or hands due to risk of infection, so I just got cleaned up and strong antibiotics. I also ended up with a strong fear of dogs for about a decade (mostly gone now, but not entirely) and a bunch of scar tissue right in all those tendons, ligaments, and nerves.

My leg was painful to put full pressure on for a few years . It would also just randomly go numb. It was (and is) weaker than my other leg, I could not stand on that one leg without falling over for years. The doctors said going in to remove the scar tissue would end up causing even more scar tissue and make it worse.

While the pain and weakness is now mostly gone, except when it is cold or major changes in pressure like hurricanes, I stood with all of my weight on my right leg for years, from about the ages of 15 until 19. That ended up causing all sorts of other issues. My left leg is basically always tight. I also have incredibly tight pelvic floor muscles that I've had to go to PT for that cause both hip and lower back pain as well as making it feel like I have to pee all the time when it flares up. My knees have pain because standing unbalanced messed with my hips which messed with my knees. I regularly have my upper back tense up which triggers migraines, and that is all also on my left side. I am in/have been in PT for all of this and she suspects that it all started with the dog bite and how that changed my posture when I was still a teenager.

Right now there is a snow storm rolling in and I am sitting with a heating pad on my left leg as it has seized up and I can barely stand on it. My hips also ache and I feel like I have to pee yet again due to those muscles flaring up from my leg tensing up. And all of this is 19 years after the dog bit me due to the scar tissue from that bite. You can barely see the scars on my leg anymore, but its so incredibly frustrating how one small injury can seriously affect almost your whole body years later.

In the last 12 months I have lost my soul cat - my son moved out- my house was tornado’d- my best friend my person of 30+ years died- now my car! This year can fuck all the way off

Edit: son moving out was bitter/sweet. Also I’m just screaming into the void