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Never mind geocaching!
💙💙 much love to Geocaching. Have found some of the best caches on horse trails.
They're so CUTE! Even the scary one! :D
I can't play Pokemon Go *sigh*. My phone is from 2011 and is not ready to handle the awesomeness.
When it comes to Canada on iPhone I will get pokemon Go, and geocaching is so much fun!
Uggg. Really fun, long, hard day at work. Came home exhausted, found out that my mother's birthday party was today. I'd given her a card this morning because I'd assumed she'd be working like usual and we'd do the party tomorrow or Thursday. I never get told these plans.
So, I'm ambushed straight out of my boss's minivan, brought food/cake shopping and then to the party with no time to change. And I do trail work in a forest preserve. I build trails in full sun in 90 degree weather for 8 hours a day.
My coworkers are all really awesome and work well together. We get stuff done in a FRACTION of the time. (One project was scheduled to take 12 days, we finished it in 2).
So I have all this great happy positiveness and then go to my family. Where I do all the work only to get yelled at. And I stink. And I'm tired. It's still in the eighties and I'm in a t-shirt and long khakis.
I then go deal with family.
"How was work, Sabrina?" Says my great aunt.
"Great. Tiring."
"Welcome to the real world!"
Like. Bull. I've held a steady job since I was fifteen. Gods.
And then we all get into political talk and I'm so tired I'm snapping quickly. And finally I say with quite a bit of good humor, "stop. Guys. I'm gonna cry!!"
And then my grandfather says, "I've been crying since I met your grandmother!"
And I just DIED. I could not stop laughing. And then I couldn't talk, could barely breath, and my sitting posture isn't helping. So I half fall half toss myself out of my chair into the grass and put myself into recovery position. And. I. Still. Can't. Stop. Laughing.
And they're just staring at me. And with their sexism they're gonna decide I'm not cut out for my job or some such nonsense.
They won't say so, but I'll feel them silently judging me.
And then my grandmother's gifts to my mother are just god-awful and I fall off my chair again.
So I'm on and off into uncontrollable laughter. And now I'm home and exhausted and sore. And really wish I had the energy to go out and play pokemon go.
And now my mom's called someone and started singing happy birthday to herself. And I feel terrible because she couldn't have had much fun.
And today my mom had me go back to these people and I've realized that being in a work environment where no one is condescending and everyone gets along has made me less used to my family's bullshit.
And I then I get yelled at for snapping. And none of them realize they're doing it.
So then I tell them how they sound they tell me I'm just over tired (that from my mom). And I'm not!! I'm wonderfully happy while I'm at work!
And I know part of it is that I'm getting my period, but I can't say that because then they'll just write off how I feel as that time of the month. When it's NOT. This is how I feel ALL THE TIME and my period just makes me less likely to tolerate it and turn the other cheek and I just can't.
Thank the gods I'm going to college across the country.
Minor whining. Don't mind me.
It's the double discount deal at work this week. Instead of our usual 20%, we get 40%! It's fintastic, and I got some cool stuff. But that's not my concern.
My sisters, one the oldest at 23 and the other the youngest at 10, had to come along. They rushed me through my shopping and I only got one thing to wear. I've been talking about getting new clothes for months because all I wear is t-shirts and mom jeans (and I'm 18).
Then, they wanted to go to the ice cream shop. I didn't want to go. It's expensive, and I hadn't eaten dinner yet. I said no. The oldest got a really nasty tone and said, "Give her her money back," as if I had stolen it. When I gave it to her, the oldest said, "Just so you know, this is your fault," and walked off with my other sister. So I'm standing in the parking lot.
We come home. My dad and I are a little behind everyone else. When I walk in, the first thing I hear is, "and she didn't want to spend her money there," with a smattering of nastiness and a hint of laughter. They were talking about me. I said, "No, I really didn't," and the youngest goes, "Nobody was talking to you!"
L O L , right? But you were talking ABOUT me with no issue.
I have a seven-hour shift tomorrow. I'm a fitting room attendant. I stand in roughly the same spot, answer the phone, check people's clothes, give them numbers, and take all the clothes back and reorganize them when they come out. I'm also responsible for zipping up (and unzipping) dresses on lonely women and complimenting outlandish fashion choices. The good things about my personality is that I always find SOMETHING that I like about a person. It really makes their day, and I'm being genuine.
It sounds like I'm complaining about being a regular adult, and, technically, I am :) I am autistic and I work retail. It can be tough, but I love it, so I keep pushing to be my very best. I've come a long way from the 15-year-old I was on this site once, and I want to share my love with the world ❤️
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Just got back from work about a half hour ago.
It literally hurts to walk. It feels like my feet are burning on the soles. I was running through the house to make as little contact with the floor as possible. I almost cried.
I have 25 hours again next week. Fintastic! The MAX for a part-time employee is 25. Most others are getting 9, 13, maaaybe 20. Not me :)
This lady tried on 8 items, then brought them allllll back out to me with the clothes in a heap and the hangers on top. Gods.
I'll post all my sappy happy stuff in the niceties thread.
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Sabrina, that's awful! But if I may say so, it actually sounded like a fun family gathering and I doubt they were judging you (unless of course they've openly done this before)! Of course, it's impossible to enjoy anything when you're worked so hard! I'm so sorry you had a rough time. It's so hard to be forced into plans - especially, after a long and arduous day. I hope you're feeling better and that you get a good rest! :) *hug*
Which Pokemon team are you on, by the way? I'm on Team Mystic! Almost everyone I know chose the same!
Whisper, that sounds so painful!! At least that must mean they trust you to do your job well! I'll say a prayer that you can get a break soon and maybe they'll even ease up a bit on your schedule!
My flight academy had a break in yesterday :( When I arrived for training I saw where the robbers had busted the door to get inside. My commander's laptop was stolen as well as some other things. The robbers pinched some projectors and a brand new vacuum cleaner. The entire place was a mess but I was surprised no flight simulators got nicked. My flight academy also had another break in about a month or so ago but nothing was stolen. They just cut the locks off the fence. So my flight academy will be putting up surveillance cameras to catch whoever the thieves are if they returned. It's so frustrating and inconvenient. My rant for the day.
Ouch. No fun.
And thanks, Lotus! Yeah, my family is pretty much perpetually condescending. Which is what bothers me so much. I realize now that my rant didn't much make that clear.
But otherwise, it would have been fun. And usually our gatherings are. Everyone's always laughing.
I'm also on Mystic.
There is construction outside my window. They are removing my balcony with jackhammers. My walls are shaking. If I had a 9-5 job I wouldn't be home for this, but I don't, so here I am.
That sucks.
*starts screaming* I have a closing shift again tonight. Not too bad. It's only five hours and change. But I work from 7:15 to 11:30, so I'll be up till 1:00 with no dinner (my dad cooks at 8 or 9). Then, I work in the morning for the opening shift at 9:00, which means I have to be up at 7:00 *sheds single tear*.
Ouch. That sucks, whisper. What kind of job is it? Sounds like retail hours.
I'm in the same boat. I have a 12hr shift today. With a hangover. Gonna be rough.
It's retail, definitely. I work at Ross. We sell discount designer products! I actually bought a SUPER cute bikini for $11 today! It'll be beautiful with my tail!Quote:
Originally Posted by KateyMermaid
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My mother in law is crashing with my husband and i until her new place is ready. And holy f&*"k knuckles she is such a f***g unhygienic slob and makes a f***g mess and farts CONSTANTLY. She never brushes her teeth and sleeps in her work clothes, and showers once every 3 days. And her dog has been harassing my animals!!!!
I seriously feel like setting my couch on fire. And she works super far from our house, so my hubby has to use his lunch break driving her to work as opposed to eating. I cant wait until she is out of my house. I am literally going to bleach everything.
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Just when I thought I was happy...
NOPE.
Depression comes right back in. I'm too fat for my bikini. My proportions make me look cartoonish. I'm still reeling over my parents' divorce and how badly my mom and stepfather are fighting. Work is super stressful. I'm autistic and I work retail; literally a nightmare, but I love what I do. It's just extremely taxing. I've cried every day for three days now. I seriously can't do this anymore. Please kill me.
Oh Whisper. Hug hug hug hug hug.
And Imogen, I am virtually handing you the kerosene.
Thank you. Too bad you cant shrink a couch really small and toss it in the wash..Quote:
Originally Posted by Sabrina the Selkie
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Tomorrow I have to start my first round of medication for the surrogacy...via syringe. I've never injected myself but the ladies at the agency assure me it'll be super easy and I'll barely feel it. I'm just really nervous about doing it.
Also, it looks like none of my surrogacy compensation can go towards a mermaid tail to use for exercise during the pregnancy like I originally planned. I'm going to be carrying twins and that will make my body extra delicate on top of this being an IVF pregnancy. The co-owner of the agency told me a story about how another surrogate that carried twins lifted a laundry basket when she was twenty something weeks along and that alone caused her to be on complete bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. She actually warned me to not even pick up my own daughter and she's only ten months. Because of that I'm not going to bother asking if I can do it since I know what my answer will most likely be.
I'm trying to look at this like I'm just going to get a tail after the surrogacy instead of before/during. That way I can work off the massive baby weight I'll have.
Good luck!
Thank you.
Also, hang in there, Whisper! (I tried to edit that into my bitch post but my phone wasn't being cooperative)
Thanks, Sabrina. You, too, Hydra <3 it's really hard right now. I have another seven-hour shift tomorrow and I have to be up at 7:00 again. The good thing is, I have a beautiful white dress that makes me feel like a Renaissance fairy that I'm allowed to wear under my blue one! I asked my manager about it. It's kinda like a chemise, but it's got lace where the elbow hits and has 3/4 sleeves.
My stepfather's mother wants to take me swimming again, but she yelled at me last time when I asked if I could bring my tail (as I've been a mermaid since...2012?). I hate going to her place. All she talks about is how much she doesn't trust black people because they're going to hurt her (she uses "thug" a lot), and how she's afraid of my brother (who's black), and how they're all (pardon me) rapists and untrustworthy. She also brings up how much she hates this generation to me (this generation IS me), how everyone's so stupid nowadays (also me), how none of us are able to socialize and make friends (autistic me), and the whole Republican/Trump debate. She's in favor of building a wall, in case you wanted to know. Since, you know, we're suddenly back in ancient Chinese times.
I ramble. A lot. I get sad and it all comes out. No holding back. I need a journal again...
Wow. Racism alive and well. Whisper, I send hugs your way. Dealing with her must be so hard.
She swears up and down that she's not racist, but her behavior totally says otherwise.
*hugs*
It is really hard to deal with her, especially because she keeps talking trash about my family to me. She is really mean. I sound like a child, but when I posted on Facebook that I wanted to go to cosmetology school to become a makeup artist, she wrote a huge comment about how it's "time to grow up and start supporting yourself" which was a jab at me because I'm autistic and living at home. I'm just about to be 19. It's not like I've been there 10 years past due. She calls my sisters, and especially my mother, such horrible things...she says there's nothing wrong with us even though we've all been professionally diagnosed and mental illness runs in the family.
Side note, half my family is dead, and I never knew them. I've got half of me missing. I don't know who I am anymore...am I all the evils that my mother said I was, or all the things my father could never be? I just wish I got to know him before he died, you know?
A lot to drop on you all at once. Terribly sorry. I really do need that journal.
A journal might help. And more hugs, Whisper. Lots of them.
Always time for more hugs *squish*
I totally started a fundraiser for my neoprene tail project (here). Something, anything to distract me and get me out of this rut. It'll take me at least a week to come up with the design, then to actually get the supplies and put everything together...it should be enough to hold me over. I'm really trying not to think about how my life has been going, because then, I can't get out of it. That's why I've been interested in mermaids and faeries and magick for so long. It's my home away from home. My escape. My alter ego, where I can truly be myself and not be hated on for it.
Lots of love and hugs your way :hug:
Have you tried elevating your feet at night? Also stretch your feet in the morning before you get out of bed. http://mernetwork.com/index/attachme...id=38091&stc=1Quote:
Originally Posted by Mermaid Whisper
Thank you for the tip :) I'm pretty sure the problem was caused by my shoes that night. I wore 2-inch wedges for 7 hours, lol! I've since changed my footwear, and it should help for tomorrow.Quote:
Originally Posted by IllynReaver
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Ah, yeah wearing anything with a heal when you're standing for hours on end is never a good thing. Hope your feet feel better with different shoes.
Sorry I haven't been on in a while. I do want to b*tch about this though: I have a really big name client that promised to book me and another special mer *blushes* for a several-weekend long event. I sent the company my press kit, pricing guide, info sheet, and everything they needed to know about booking us. I have received very little contact from this client, but I have freed up my entire schedule during the time that they want to book me. I am also having them pay for my plane fare for the event every weekend. Still no word. No contracts, nothing. The event is at the end of September, and I don't even have a firm yes or no.
What I do have is the fact that they want me and another mer to consult and "train" their volunteers in mermaiding, with hopes that they will be performing in the tank with us. These volunteers have never even worn a monofin before, and this company wants me to train them to do tank gigs with no experience in mermaiding at all, and about an hour of one-on-one right before the event. This is complete BS.
In addition, I was originally told we would be working in a team of about 7 mermaids (all of whom have never had tail experience), and somehow it's now 13 mermaids. I later discovered that those numbers don't actually include myself and the other mer. The volunteers are getting constant feedback from the client, and the client is refusing to answer my messages, nonetheless read them.
It just feels like they used my idea to hire professional mermaids for this gig, and instead went with the, "let's go get some volunteers, make them provide their own tails, and call them professional mermaids" instead of hiring the actual professional.
I'm ready to give these guys an ultimatum: If I don't get a contract in my hands by August, I'm out of this gig, and I'm taking the other professional mer with me.
For a gig like that, they should give you an answer asap. An answer by August isn't asking too much.
I don't know why you would lie on your tail review. I mean, you can block your tail maker and the people who know the truth from seeing your posts, lol but that doesn't mean there isnt all your email communications and invoice records. I mean honestly in this day and age... everyone thinks they can exploit their tail makers! *rolls eyes*
I'm so depressed...my dad made me cry again and I haven't eaten since last night and I haven't seen my mom in weeks...sorry, I'm just so upset and I don't know what to do...I wish I could just sleep and sleep and never wake up [emoji26]
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The client also told me that they were still suffering from the Orlando tragedy, and that's why they have been ignoring my messages (but still regularly posting to FB and responding to the volunteers on a regular basis).
I'm not saying that one person's pain is greater than another's, but I actually knew one of the victims. This client doesn't live in Orlando (and has never lived in Orlando), nor did they have any connections to the tragedy. Their comment was downright insulting to me.
Oh damn Whisper. More hugs. Have some food and please be safe. ♡
And Celeste, I am sending you so much sympathy right now. That sounds awful. I'm glad you're making that ultimatum.
I'm 30 weeks along, I only have a handful of weeks to go before my son gets here.
AND. I'M. FREAKING. OUT.
I have been working on my tail, redoing everything ONCE AGAIN, because moving and life situations pretty well killed my tail the first time I finished it.
Now I am not even finished with the front of the tail-laying scales down- I've moved it to the living room so I have to work on it. And on top of that, I have an entirely new monofin to fix for it-a Mahina. I have to paint it, and I dont have a problem with that, as I'll figure out a way some how, but on the back of the Merfin, where the foot pockets are there is an intention built into the fin, and it's kind of an eyesore, and I'd like to fix it to where it's smooth and a permanent fixture onto the monofin. 😧
I have bitten off more than I can chew, and I want to have my maternity pictures done in it, and my dads health is slowly getting worse, and I want him to see me do my maternity pictures with it.
I'm in full panic mode, don't know what to do other than try to finish it as fast as possible and I'm scared I might rush through it and mess up parts or something.
Plus my hormones aren't helping me deal with this stress any better.
Oof. Good luck, Shimmer! You'll get it done.