(((BtGoG)))

I'm not going to shout, but here's a hug. Sorry, it's about all I can offer you at the moment.

{{{{BTGoG}}}}

On second thoughts:

WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE? IT'S FUCKING 11.00 PM AND I'M STILL WORKING ON A PRELIMINARY IMPACT ASSESSMENT AND I SEE SOMEONE HAS INSERTED A QUESTION ASKING WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO WITH THE ~$3M DOLLARS IN SAVINGS WE ARE PREDICTING FROM THE PROPOSAL. HOW THE FUCK DO I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO DO WITH IT? I WON'T EVEN BE HERE BECAUSE PART OF THE PROPOSAL IS THAT I'LL FUCK OFF AND WORK SOMEWHERE ELSE!!! WHY WOULD I GIVE A RAT'S ARSE WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE LEFT-OVER MONEY? ANYWAY, YOU'RE THE GOVERNMENT, YOU'LL JUST PISS IT ALL UP AGAINST THE WALL, SO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT WITH IT - I DON'T CARE. JUST DON'T ASK ME!!!

I'm sorry dg. I'm so crushingly lonely at the minute, full of doubt I can't tell a soul. I don't know what can help my ears understand it. It seems some of it is in a patois and I can't translate it. Second job I've done for this lady hirer. Already late. Just panicking and dredging up doubt from many years.

I wish some more people were around and posting in my thread. :(

I SAID, "GIVE ME THE GUY'S NAME AND PHONE NUMBER JUST IN CASE." THE RECRUITER SAYS, "DON'T WORRY, HE'LL CALL YOU." WELL, SURPRISE SURPRISE, MY PHONE DROPPED THE INTERVIEW CALL. AT LEAST THERE WAS A CALLER ID NUMBER, SO I RETURNED THE CALL. AND GOT VOICEMAIL. ONE OF THOSE "I DON'T CHECK MY VOICEMAIL, E-MAIL ME" MESSAGES. AND OF COURSE MY COMPUTER FROZE SO I COULDN'T E-MAIL THE GUY. SO NOW WE'RE RESCHEDULED FOR THE SAME BUTT-ASS EARLY TIME TOMORROW BUT AT LEAST THEY HAVE MY LANDLINE PHONE NUMBER HERE AT THE OFFICE THIS TIME, WHICH I SHOULD HAVE GIVEN OUT EARLIER EXCEPT I WASN'T SURE I'D BE IN THE OFFICE THIS MORNING.

OH, AND I ALSO PROBABLY FIND OUT I'VE GOT THE AXE THIS AFTERNOON. BUT NOT TIL 5:30, WHOOPEEE!

(Grace)

The person you can tell is a therapist. There are even therapists who specialize in working with partners of someone who is disabled; we've been seeing one, because no matter how much you love your partner and how much they're worth to you, it's DAMN STRESSFUL to suddenly be doing EVERYthing. And then you feel bad for feeling stressed, because your partner doesn't *want* to be disabled and doesn't *want* to be such a burden, but that makes you even more stressed because it IS hard, and the whole thing reinforces itself until your brain is eating itself alive.

Brains shouldn't eat themselves alive. There are people you can talk to! It's what they do! They can help!

Also
(Eide)

And further,

AAAAAUGH SKONK SKONK SKONK!

No shouting from me either, but hugs. I have no specific advice about transcribing difficult recordings, but in a more general sense I've been at that "THIS IS A GIANT MESS AND HOW THE FUCK AM I EVER GOING TO FINISH THIS THING I NEED TO DO WHEN IT APPEARS TO BE AN INSURMOUNTABLE PROBLEM" state of frustration and panic quite a few times. (Ok, so maybe a little bit of shouting from me).

All you can do is chip away at it bit by bit and try not to get too wound up about the slow progress (since that impedes further progress) and at a certain point it's just like, aha, I can see the way through the rest of this now. Then it goes fast after that.

*hugs* to all of y'all with stuff to shout about, especially BtGoG.

FUUUUCK FLAK CANNON TO THE FACE YOU FUCKERS STOP BACKING YOUR FUCKING TRUCK UP AND HONKING YOUR HORN AT THE SAME TIME STOP PARKING ON THE MOTHERFUCKING SIDEWALK AND STOP BELCHING FUCKING DIESEL FUMES INTO MY FUCKING WINDOW

big hugs for btgog, eide, et al, I love you guys

WHEN IN DOUBT
FUCK THE WORLD

((((BtGoG))))
((((dg))))
((((Eideteker))))

I hope today is better than yesterday for you all. (((hugs))) again.

(((BtGoG)))

sorry to hear it Eide and dg, job stuff sucks, boy have I been there. Still am kinda, sorta.

*ahem*

I HAVE A BLOOD BLISTER UNDER MY BIG TOENAIL I CAN ONLY GUESS FROM RUNNING. IT LOOKS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING PLUS I IMAGINE THIS MAY LEAD TO THE TOENAIL FALLING OFF OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT AND I REALLY DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH IT. EEEWWWWW!!!

I'll share my shoutyness from yesterday that never got posted because I was distracted by Hungover Owls.

FUCKITY FUCK YOU WAYNE STATE WITH SOMETHING THAT IS UNCOMFORTABLE TO BE FUCKED WITH. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TAKE 2 DAYS TO PROCESS MY OVERRIDE FOR ONE FUCKING COURSE (THAT I HAVE TO TELL YOU FUCKS ABOUT EVERY.GODDAMN.TERM BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO MEMORY WHATSOEVER) AND IN THAT TIME FRAME, THE ONE FUCKING SECTION FOR A CLASS THAT IS A REQUIRED CLASS FILLS?! AND THEN YOU HAVE THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO SUGGEST THAT I SHOULD'VE HAD THE OVERRIDE IN PLACE BEFORE REGISTRATION STARTS BUT YOU FUCKS WON'T ALLOW THAT!

PLUS, CANCELING THE OTHER CLASS I HAD ON MY PLAN OF WORK FOR THE SPRING/SUMMER TERM WHICH IS ONLY OFFERED ONCE A FUCKING YEAR NOW MEANS THAT I HAVE TO TAKE SOMETHING THAT I REALLY DON'T WANT TO TAKE BECAUSE YOU FUCKS "COULDN'T FIND AN APPROPRIATE INSTRUCTOR". WITH THE FUCKING TURNOVER YOU HAVE, THIS SHOULDN'T REALLY SURPRISE ME BUT IT DOES PISS ME OFF. JUST LIKE MY ADVISER LEAVING THE SCHOOL BUT NOT TELLING HER ADVISEES THAT UNTIL THEY TRIED TO REGISTER FOR THE NEXT SEMESTER. GOOD JOB, NUMBNUTS.

NOW I HAVE TO COMPLETELY REDO MY ENTIRE PLAN OF WORK WHICH HAS TO BE PERFECT BY THE TIME I GRADUATE AND IF I GET FUCKED OUT OF THIS MANDATORY CLASS, IT MEANS THAT I'LL HAVE TO TAKE 2 CLASSES IN THE FALL TERM AND ONLY ONE IN THE SPRING/SUMMER TERM, WHICH IS WHEN I WANT TO TAKE MORE CLASSES BECAUSE THAT IS WHEN IT IS LEAST BUSY AT WORK AND I WAS HOPING TO HAVE THE FALL TERM BE A COAST TO THE FINISH LINE FOR THIS FUCKING DEGREE THAT IS NOTHING MORE THAN A TICKET PUNCH TO A HOPEFULLY FULL-TIME JOB WITH BETTER PAY THAN WHAT I'M DOING RIGHT NOW WHICH ONLY REQUIRES A HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA.

SO FUCK YOU WAYNE STATE. YOU WERE DOING ALRIGHT FOR A WHILE THERE AND NOW EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAVE GONE TO SHIT. AND OF COURSE, IT WOULD GO TO SHIT RIGHT BEFORE I'M TRYING TO GET ALL MY CRAP TOGETHER IN ORDER TO GRADUATE ON TIME.

Hugs to all you shouty bunnies. I am so sorry. The world is ridiculously hard sometimes.

Also, please keep telling US, BTGOG, especially when you feel you have no one to talk to.