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Originally Posted by AniaR

I'm so happy for you. Sorry some family didn't come but it's their loss.

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Originally Posted by Winged Mermaid

Congratulations! I know it's a bummer, but those family members are going to regret not coming in a few months, and it's a mistake they'll have to live with. Hopefully they realize after that, that temporary drama isn't worth permanently missing something like that. :/

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Congratz! To bad some people have to think like that

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Thanks everyone. We aren't angry with them, we're just disappointed that this is the way it all panned out. Them coming to our wedding had been the point of discussion leading up to the event. And they were aware that she hadn't been invited because of her behaviours. its just sad that the waited for the day of to turn around and say they weren't coming. I know my husband feels particularly disappointed in his younger brothers because of what happened. and I'm concerned about healing times for new wounds

it's hard with (what sounds like a very emotionally) abusive parents. My mother wont be invited to my wedding. Then again she hasn't been welcomed in my life for 4 years. But because of not having her in my life basically her entire side of my family dropped me. Over the 4 years a few have come out of the wood work, but when you're the CHILD of the person like that you're conditioned and guilted to enable them. Because you only have one mom. Even society encourages it. :(

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it's hard with (what sounds like a very emotionally) abusive parents. My mother wont be invited to my wedding. Then again she hasn't been welcomed in my life for 4 years. But because of not having her in my life basically her entire side of my family dropped me. Over the 4 years a few have come out of the wood work, but when you're the CHILD of the person like that you're conditioned and guilted to enable them. Because you only have one mom. Even society encourages it. :(

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Indeed. We reckon the youngest would of come regardless but the second youngest is (for lack of a better word) a mummy's boy. Regardless of what she has done to him in the past, he will defend her tooth and nail. And he can be very controlling of the youngest. It's just a shame that it had to come to it. Particularly because she didn't want to come in the first place, and she still sought a way to try and ruin it for us. It sucks :( but hopefully they will come around and everything will be good

hmm that is actually VERY typical from what I have read learning about my own mom. I don't wanna make any assumptions but I may have some books and links (If I haven't already sent them to you, sorry I can't remember) that may empower you and your husband. I mean there is only so much YOU can do but if she is going to be a part of your life in anyway I found them very helpful. And also very insightful to family dynamic.

yeah you did send me a couple. and I've spent a lot of time reading. It definitely helps :)

I hate Waiting for a company to finish your top and send you your tail xD I'm so impatient

Just a little lurker here about the family thing, my parents divorced when I was young and I haven't seen my dad in 9 years, recently I went to my cousins birthday on my dads side, they all still welcome me and he doesn't get invited to any function. But when I got there my grandparents, after saying hello and the usual stuff, had a massive hissy fit that I, (the child at the time and till this day) was meant to keep in contact with him and make the effort (yet they don't realise the hell he put me through). They left 5 mins after I got there. Supposed family, sometimes they need to learn to stop behaving like children in my opinion.....

Someone I know is missing.

It's mind blowing that someone can be on the phone with a friend, headed to them, never arrive.... and she's just gone.

Missing persons report has been filed. All my circle friends is so very worried because Carly isn't someone who would just take off. It's completely out of character. Also, she had left someone with the impression she was in San Diego on a day when she was not, and that's not like her. All this has all of us pretty worried. I am not close to her- but I've gone to club with her, used to have her on my LiveJournal (when I had one), and I admire her- she started her own bodywork and yoga studio.

But right now, she's just gone. She's just disappeared. In this day and age, someone can still just vanish.

I'm posting this flyer here. Anyone seeing this who's in the San Francisco/Bay area, please keep your eyes open. Carly has a very young daughter and so many loved ones waiting for her to come home. This is the latest flyer.


EDIT: She's been found, safe, apparently. I don't know details, but that's all that really matters.

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Originally Posted by deepblue

It's mind blowing that someone can be on the phone with a friend, headed to them, never arrive.... and she's just gone.

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In some cases when this happens, the person in question has had an accident on the way.
If she was driving through an isolated region (?), it could be she veered from the road and is somewhere stuck.

There was this report of a man a few days ago, who vanished in the same manner,
it turned out his car fell off the road into a ravine and he couldn't free himself.

Be sure to check this possibility when looking for her!

Good luck, I hope she turns up unharmed again.

I hope she turns up quickly, Deepblue. :(

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In some cases when this happens, the person in question has had an accident on the way.
If she was driving through an isolated region (?), it could be she veered from the road and is somewhere stuck.

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It's rather the opposite problem- she disappeared in a highly populated area. San Francisco, Bay area, it's one of the most populated areas in Northern California.

Her car had broken down on the freeway, we know that, because she spoke with a friend and was going to meet that friend by taking BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) and supposed to call her friend when she arrived. That was the last time anyone spoke with her, as she never called to say she'd arrived.

Jesus that's terrible :( I hope you find her very soon! Good luck to you!

I don't even know if all this goes in this thread, but I needed to vent. And it seems like a venting thread in general.

The SF Weekly wrote an article. I'm really glad to see so many people are trying to find her. http://blogs.sfweekly.com/thesnitch/...diego_woma.php

I'm so sorry to hear about your friend DeepBlue =( I hope she turns up and is ok!

OK so I need to majorly rant (and show that I am infact still alive seeing as I've not been on MN since... mid september?)

so I had to spend all summer catching up on my work from last year (2nd year of my BAhons Degree in Photography) because of shit that happened last year that culminated in me being crippled with social anxiety ontop of my depression, meaning that I missed the entirety of the rest of the academic year from Feb.
But I managed to turn things around and get everything in. My deadline for it all (after several extensions due to the amount of work I had mitigating circumstances for) was August 23rd. Which was the friday during the week my Mom-in-Law (Sue) was over visiting from PA. (husband is American, I'm english).

The thursday I was glued to my sketchbooks trying to get all the work done and only took a break to eat - Sue had bought chinese for us. A bit after dinner, Sue kicked off (justifiably) at me, my husband and my older brother for not doing enough to help my mum around the house. Then she turned on Paul.

Bear in mind paul is an acoholic, emotionally abusive asshole that mum already wanted to escape from, but was trying to financially extricate herself from and pay off her debts to put herself in a better situation.

Paul and Sue ended up in a huge shouting match that thursday night which ended up with sue saying she would call and change her tickets to go home early (which my husband later talked her out of) and paul finishing off the rest of a bottle of whiskey and passing out in bed (typical behaviour).

I stayed up all night desperately trying to finish my work, and only stopped to have a slight nap after I quietly took my work downstairs out of the way of my husband who was trying to sleep. At 7.30am-ish Paul came down and stood at the end of the sofa looking at me/what I was doing and I was just like 'been up all night, deadline at 4.30, need to focus' and he walked back out the room and then came back in, grabbing the remote and I went to say 'if you're putting the tv on can you stick to something like the news or at least....(keep the voume down)' and he just snapped at me, threw the remote down and was like 'after last night, I'm not taking it, I'm not taking anything' and stormed out the room - and eventually came back in, turned on the tv pretty loudly, which woke sue up so she came in and sat down and paul started sniping at her being like 'so what time's your flight?' and we told him it was sunday like planned. He came and went from the room several times and one of these times he went upstairs where mum was in bed and said 'sue has to go. And if anyone else has something to say about me, they can say it to my face, and I'll rip their f*cking head off and sh*t down their necks!' the last half was so explosively loud that it made my cat (Mew) jump right up in the air and run out, and woke my husband and brother up who had been out cold.... Paul ended up dissapearing out and we called the cops on him finally (he came back while mum was on the phone to them) and long story short(er): the cops escorted him from the house to 'calm down' but as he owns 50% of the house they couldn't stop him from returning.

Since then we have had to call the cops on him again 2? more times - one of which was because he threatened to burn the house down (which is a threat he has made in the past) and the last of which they removed him overnight (he works like 4am-12 though cause he's a baker) but again, couldn't/didn't stop him from returning from the house - they should have actually put him on bail with bail restrictions, for breach of the peace. *sigh*

basically since then we have been in this stagnant position where repeatedly mum has been saying 'you have 14 days to get out before we file for a court order' (restriction order type thing) with paul not budging and CONSTANTLY pressuring mum into giving him 'another chance', having issues with paul's shitty solicitor (lawyer) not responding to mum's and so endlessly delaying the process. Even when he finally turned around (like a month or more ago) and said 'the house is yours, I just need £10k, to be allowed to stay in the house til everything is sorted (apart from mum's room) and no more calling the cops' (last part is completely illeagal btw) He is STILL here, mum still hasn't done the court-order (even though it's sat ready to file, I think we're once again waiting for his solicitor to respond to the 'we're filing in 7 days' letter), and he is STILL pressuring mum into giving him another chance/to try to fix things. It's a fucking nightmare! And for example in the last week mum has had a work meal to go to, and a counselling session to go to (she told him that was a meeting - for church I think) and both times he's made snarky comments such as when she came down in her smart black skater dress ready to leave for that meal, he said 'I hope he's worth it' asdfghjkl;'\ *ragequits* he made another comment on monday and my husband had to talk me down from storming downstairs and giving the douchebag a piece of my mind and/or fist. (I'm not actually a violent person, I've never been in a fight, and I'm actually terrified of conflict/shouting)

and throughout working myself to the bone trying to get the work done over summer, and this situation where mum and my family have enough to deal with already, I've had a medical issue that's been getting worse that I've been dealing/putting up with so I could go back to the doctors and get it sorted once this situation was sorted. But that's just gotten MUCH worse in the last week so now I've had to book in at the doctors tomorrow and will likely have to have some kind of surgery at some point soon. This is with me already struggling to keep up with my uni work - I have two huge projects that i'm combining into one long project this year, and my dissertation - both of which have mini-deadlines throughout.

And just to add to the fuck-fest that is my life recently, a few days before halloween I had to put my cat down - she came home in a state on the friday, we rushed her to the vets on the monday because she wasn't improving and after a night of trying to syringe-feed her, I had to put her down because the blood-test said her kidneys were failing and her immune system was shutting down. She was a rescue cat, I chose her 13 years ago (she was 15/16), and I was the one who made the choice to put her to sleep. I'm still bursting into tears now while I'm writing this for heavensake. Even in amongst all that paul was still right on form on the monday - I gave in to his offer of a lift to the vets on the monday due to how bad mew was, thinking he would drop me and go home - nope! he stuck around, especially as mum was meeting me there, and was in the room with us when the vet was seeing her and was trying to offer to pay for mew to stay at the vets overnight and such (I didn't want her to be left in a cold cage unsupervised for half the night) and when mum was at the counter trying to pay he walked over and shoved his face down right near hers and was like 'you got the money for it?' - again, a moment of me wanting to beat the shit out of him.

I'd beaten back my depression over the summer but loosing mew and this medical stuff that is making me feel like hell at the moment, have started letting bad thoughts creep back in =(

I just wish life would give me a fucking chance sometimes.

Sorry for the novel =/

oh and basically, we were trying to negotiate with paul on that 10k to buy him out and then mum spoke to a mortguage advisor who actually knew what he was on about and found out she wouldn't be able to get a new mortgauge for this house, so we're putting this house up for sale and hopefully, with her raise in jan, we'll be buying a new house - but the monthly payments will be £900ish due to her age =(

This woman already built her life up from having escaped my emotionally abusive and manipulative psychopath of a father (who just happens to be Paul's older brother FYI), we had our own house back in my hometown and she sold that house and moved half way across the country 7 years ago to be with Paul. And now because of this dickhead she's essentially having to start all over again even though she's nearing 60 =/

Oh. My. God.

I'm so sorry about this nightmare you're going through, Kat (is it okay if I call you that?)! NO ONE should have to put up with that much bs. This Paul guy... ugh, I just feel like he needs a serious whack over the head. Honestly, I don't think you should have to pay him to leave. It's your mom's house, right? (well, now that she's selling it I guess not, but still) From what you've said, she doesn't seem to have any obligation to help him out, but then again I don't know the full story. This whole thing is just... ugh, I can't imagine what it's been like for you.

BUT please know that we here at Mernetwork are behind you! Please don't give in to negative thoughts; depression is such a dark place to be in. Remember that shit happens; it's not your fault, you shouldn't feel responsible for it in any way. As Forrest Gump would say, life is a box of chocolates and you never know what you're gonna get. Looks like you got stuck with a bad batch, but don't give up! You'll be sure to find that dreamy, nutty, caramelly chocolate-coated candy at the bottom of the box one day.

I'll be sending prayers and happy thoughts your way. :)

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Oh. My. God.

I'm so sorry about this nightmare you're going through, Kat (is it okay if I call you that?)! NO ONE should have to put up with that much bs. This Paul guy... ugh, I just feel like he needs a serious whack over the head. Honestly, I don't think you should have to pay him to leave. It's your mom's house, right? (well, now that she's selling it I guess not, but still) From what you've said, she doesn't seem to have any obligation to help him out, but then again I don't know the full story. This whole thing is just... ugh, I can't imagine what it's been like for you.

BUT please know that we here at Mernetwork are behind you! Please don't give in to negative thoughts; depression is such a dark place to be in. Remember that shit happens; it's not your fault, you shouldn't feel responsible for it in any way. As Forrest Gump would say, life is a box of chocolates and you never know what you're gonna get. Looks like you got stuck with a bad batch, but don't give up! You'll be sure to find that dreamy, nutty, caramelly chocolate-coated candy at the bottom of the box one day.

I'll be sending prayers and happy thoughts your way. :)

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Always fine to call me Kat! =)

and yeah I didn't want us to give him any money and there would be no legal standing for that 10k (he turned around after mum snubbed him over some flowers and said 'it's going to be 20k now' and then when the first offer of 5k went through he sent a solicitors letter back saying he needed 15k). That lump sum would be on top of buying him out - essentially money to get him to fuck off (he said it was for his deposit and first month's payment/rent etc) BUT now we're selling the house he won't get a penny from us :D just his half of the house and he'll be lucky to get £5k equity from the house. Mum just needs to get this damn court order sent off - she has to convince a judge that paul needs to be removed from the house in a written statement, and I may also have to testify in court about paul for it.

I keep saying this to people... but I swear that I deserve a medal for being a redhead in this situation (with the steretypical firey nature) and managing to keep shtum and/or not kill him. Lol

and I get that this stuff happens in life, but my life just seems to be a never-ending supply of those 'bad batches' stacked up on on top of the other. It just gets to me sometimes =/ And dealing with paul gets to me sometimes like I just end up feeling like my mind is cracking open or like I'm loosing my mind. I'm used to just keeping swimming as good ol' Dory says, but I feel like I'm running out of steam right now. Could just use a hug, yaknow?

The other sucky thing is that it means I can't start sculpting my first tail commission until we're in the new house =/

And I've only managed to sneak in two swims with my monofin, at two gyms -
The first place, the pool is tiny, shallow (but managable for getting some training done) and oddly shaped (not to mention low lighting) but they will let you pay for a day's swimming (£6/7) and during most of the week the pool is empty 90% of the time.
The second place is a swanky resort-type hotel gym and they only have monthly membership options and the cheapest one is £32 and that's limited to 9am - 3pm monday - friday. =/ But at least they have a full size outdoor pool. It's not super deep though as I can still stand up in the deepest part (water at shoulder height)
and right now I just don't have the money to pay for an annual membership, and with the medical stuff, I don't think swimming will be an option for a while =( I do have one more hotel gym to contact and see if they'll let me test out the pool, but I'll have to wait til the medical stuff is fixed to do that =( ah well.

Just to update: Carly has been found, and is safe. I don't know any details, but I wanted to say thank you, mers, for your support. :)

Oh thank goodness!! I am so happy for you guys! I'm glad she's okay!

Worked three twelve hour days, went home and graded for another four hours, am up to my ears in essays for report card grades this Friday, had to deal with pissed off seventeen year olds who didn't like being called out for cheating, had ninety fourteen year olds treat me like an annoying homeless person, and got a surprise inspection from administration with a billion senior memory books spread out all over my floor.

*done for the day*

okay...so...anyone who works in retail knows how FUCKING STUPID! people can be. So, in Austin we have this bag ban law...I am totally for it. We have a sign that says we can no longer give away single use bags...now, for a lot of these people...they come in daily or a few times a week (It's a campus grocery store) and it really pisses me the fuck off when I see someone come in twice a day...buy the same shit, and take another bag when I am pretty sure they have accumulated a shit ton of bags. Some people may see this as petty, but it is so fucking stupid. You know that you need to bring your own bags...like you have to do at ALL grocery stores in Austin as of the 1st of this last January! I try to explain to them that I can't keep giving them bags and yet they buy so much shit that I have to give them one! ALSO!! fucking dumb ass bitches who see me at one register go to the other register because it is closest to where they are...yet I am closest to the door...they go to the other register (There are only two) I wait until they realize that I am not going to move from where I am logged into, then it's my fault when they look stupid for not realizing that the other register is not even logged into! and the rude fucking bimbos! OMG! seriously! STOP BLEACHING YOUR HAIR! YOU DON'T HAVE BRAINCELLS TO SPARE! I can't even imagine how some of these people got into UT! It's one of the best universities in the nation! Like this one bitch who was talking to her friend about the new Mercedes her parents got her...it wasn't the right shade of red...SO SHE MADE THEM TAKE IT THE FUCK BACK! STOP BITCHING!

on a side note! I am happy you found her!!!!

:);):D:cool::lol: For the found person. So many of these turn out badly, it's nice to hear of one that didn't. :lol:

its not really a problem but a movie one night only thing of Doctor Who was sold out and my bro is such a big fan :(

So I haven't been here in a long time due to life being such an asshole. Which in itself should be a bitch it out but I have more to rant about....

I got not long ago, I was promised I was going to be trained to be the assistant manager. It was far out of my way but since my mom and I where going to work together it was alright since we could carpool. Started the job, the already assistant manger is a bitch. She hates being there and lets everyone know it. She has no common sense and when I am able to figure things out she gets pissy because someone younger than her knows more about something.
She is also a two face and kisses my moms ass. But is a bitch to me when my mom is not there.
Well my mom had asked her something about splitting the tips one day and she could not explain it to my mom. We though it was supposed to be split between cashier (me) and the cook. But she expled it weird to my mom so my mom went and asked the boss above her just to clear things up.

I dont give a fuck about the tips. At the end of the day we are lucky to get 3 bucks total. Its not worth me worrying about. But the head boss told the assent manager that I had called and asked about it, when in fact my mom txted her and asked. The next day the assistant manager bitched me out and got pissed at me when I had NOTHING to do with it. Like I said I dont care about the damn tips!! So I was nice and said "My mom asked because it was not clear enough for her. If you have an issue tank to her." And she kept on about it so I ignored her.

Fast forward to about two weeks before Halloween. My BF and I had a night planned out so I told her I was not able to come in. She said put it on the calender. So I did. The weekend before Halloween she handed me the work schedule and she had me down to work. I told her I couldn't, I will be out of town and she goes "Well geez do you want to work?". So I said yes when I want to tell her to put it where the sun dont shine.

And now they have me working one day a week. ONE DAY. That is minimum wage. About 6 hours. That does not even cover my gas to get there. Also she had my mom work for her at a different time so I could not carpool with her. This started last week and I made a whopping 39 bucks.
So I talked to her this week saying if I cant get more hours I cant work because I am losing money working for them. She told me to wait until next week beofore I decide because they are going to cut the one damn day I work out for the winter since its slow. So I told her I was just going to find a new job.

Thing is there is no jobs where I live. Im in a small town with hardly any business. The nearest towns are about an hour away and my truck is 21 years old. Either I drive my truck into the ground even though its almost there, get a loan to move into one of the towns even though I have no credit and wont likely be able to get one or just live with my parents until my bf is ready for me to move in with him which wont be for awhile since he is having a hard time supporting himself right now.

I just graduated high school. I should be going to college and starting my life. Not already stuck in one place with no money and cant get out. I feel like no matter how hard I try I just cant go anywhere....

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its not really a problem but a movie one night only thing of Doctor Who was sold out and my bro is such a big fan :(

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Day of the doctor should go out 'live' on bbc america too as it's being shown simultaniously around the world including special showings at cinemas etc, so maybe check the listings and if I'm correct and it's on, you could make it a little dr who party at your house? =) That way it's still made a little bit special to celebrate the 50th anniversary! =)

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Just to update: Carly has been found, and is safe. I don't know any details, but I wanted to say thank you, mers, for your support. :)

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I'm really glad it turned out this way!

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its not really a problem but a movie one night only thing of Doctor Who was sold out and my bro is such a big fan :(

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Maybe you can check and see if any comic book stores will be having parties. I know almost all of the stores here will be having parties and it will be shown in some cinemas and not to mention the individual parties.


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So...would someone please be kind enough and explain something to me. I work for a student grocery/bookstore. We have these little black baskets with wheels that you drag around...they're right next to the door. HOW FUCKING DIFFICULT IS IT TO FUCKING DRAG IT BEHIND YOUR LAZY FUCKING ASS AND PUT IT UP YOURSELVES?!?!?!?! (not any of you, obviously, just in general.) Oh! And...if you decide that the milk you took out of the cooler wasn't something you wanted...WHY THE FUCK DID YOU JUST OUT IT ON THE FLOOR OUTSIDE OF THE FRIGGEN COOLER?!?!?!?! YOU OPENED THE DOOR ONCE ALREADY TO GET IT...WHY CAN"T YOU DO IT ONCE MORE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I hate people so much sometimes. Human evolution and respect seems to have completely halted.

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So I haven't been here in a long time due to life being such an asshole. Which in itself should be a bitch it out but I have more to rant about....

I got not long ago, I was promised I was going to be trained to be the assistant manager. It was far out of my way but since my mom and I where going to work together it was alright since we could carpool. Started the job, the already assistant manger is a bitch. She hates being there and lets everyone know it. She has no common sense and when I am able to figure things out she gets pissy because someone younger than her knows more about something.
She is also a two face and kisses my moms ass. But is a bitch to me when my mom is not there.
Well my mom had asked her something about splitting the tips one day and she could not explain it to my mom. We though it was supposed to be split between cashier (me) and the cook. But she expled it weird to my mom so my mom went and asked the boss above her just to clear things up.

I dont give a fuck about the tips. At the end of the day we are lucky to get 3 bucks total. Its not worth me worrying about. But the head boss told the assent manager that I had called and asked about it, when in fact my mom txted her and asked. The next day the assistant manager bitched me out and got pissed at me when I had NOTHING to do with it. Like I said I dont care about the damn tips!! So I was nice and said "My mom asked because it was not clear enough for her. If you have an issue tank to her." And she kept on about it so I ignored her.

Fast forward to about two weeks before Halloween. My BF and I had a night planned out so I told her I was not able to come in. She said put it on the calender. So I did. The weekend before Halloween she handed me the work schedule and she had me down to work. I told her I couldn't, I will be out of town and she goes "Well geez do you want to work?". So I said yes when I want to tell her to put it where the sun dont shine.

And now they have me working one day a week. ONE DAY. That is minimum wage. About 6 hours. That does not even cover my gas to get there. Also she had my mom work for her at a different time so I could not carpool with her. This started last week and I made a whopping 39 bucks.
So I talked to her this week saying if I cant get more hours I cant work because I am losing money working for them. She told me to wait until next week beofore I decide because they are going to cut the one damn day I work out for the winter since its slow. So I told her I was just going to find a new job.

Thing is there is no jobs where I live. Im in a small town with hardly any business. The nearest towns are about an hour away and my truck is 21 years old. Either I drive my truck into the ground even though its almost there, get a loan to move into one of the towns even though I have no credit and wont likely be able to get one or just live with my parents until my bf is ready for me to move in with him which wont be for awhile since he is having a hard time supporting himself right now.

I just graduated high school. I should be going to college and starting my life. Not already stuck in one place with no money and cant get out. I feel like no matter how hard I try I just cant go anywhere....

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finding work, sadly is hard everywhere. I live in Austin...the capital of Texas bla bla bla how exciting. It took me a year to find a job here, because as fucked up as it is...one of Austins things is, "Keep it local," I am from Canada....(well...born in Mississippi, raised in Canada) I had one woman actually ask me how long I have been in Austin...when I told her only a few months, she just looked at me and said..."oh...we'll get back to you."

I currently work for a company that sells all the books and other merchandise for the university. I have been here for a year and a half now with this company...and I am still considered a "permanent-temp" because they do not want to hire anyone on full-time so they are not obligated to pay for our health insurance. Also, temps are not allowed to park for free in the garage. We have to pay daily. That's 8 dollars a day..for however many days they have us working...which is normally only 29 hours unless it's during football season, then it could be 12 hour shifts for nine or ten without days of. What they do is pretty much illegal but, when you need the money you take it. I would not be here anymore if I could find another job. I hope you will be able to get out of your small town and start your life for yourself. I didn't move out of my parents place until I met my boyfriend. It's been a nice parent free three years lol

This is going to be a bit of a rant, just a warning. I bite my nails, a LOT. It's not as bad as it used to be, but there's still blood involved on occasion, and the only reason I don't go to the doctor's office with infected fingers anymore is because I've learned to catch the signs of a beginning infection, and treat it right away. My thumb nail isn't even half an inch long, and I've never had any of my fingernails grow over the skin at the top. I've tried to stop biting a few times over the years, but nothing works for very long. If anything, actually having my nails "long" (two millimeters longer than normal) makes it harder to resist biting. :( This is a habit I've had, as my mom says, since I've had teeth, making it really hard to stop, but I really want to, and I'm really determined this time.

I haven't bitten my nails since, I want to say Friday, night. I hadn't been biting, since I was playing with modeling clay, and so I decided to keep that up. It's been three days now, and it's really frustrating, because I keep wanting to bite, and I have to keep reminding myself not to. Plus, I know that when my nails grow, they're going to dig into the skin for a while, which will be very annoying and uncomfortable. I guess I just needed to let this out, since it's been bugging me. Also, typing this helped me to keep my fingers busy, and when I wasn't typing, I was playing with a ball of modeling clay. :) Wednesday I'm going to see my neurologist about my epilepsy, but I'm just going to worry about one day at a time, or I'll never stop biting my nails. :lol:

Sunrise: you can do it! Ingrained habits are really hard to break, but you're on your way! A note: don't be discouraged if you backslide and have to start again. Each day you don't bite, each TIME you don't bite is a success and step towards breaking the habit.

Having something to do with your hands helps. I got a ring that I twist a lot.

You can do it! Take it from a fellow nail-biter! Used to be I'd bite them to the quick, too!

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Sunrise, I feel your pain! I, too, am a chronic nail biter. I can't remember a time when I had long nails (if I ever did, anyways). Mine haven't gotten infected, thankfully, but they do bleed sometimes. I've tried a lot of things but nothing seems to work. Maybe I just need to put band-aids over all of my fingers all the time, lol. But that would look really bad and probably be annoying...
Anyways, just wanted to let you know that you're not alone! If you find something that helps curb the habit, please let me know!

I bit my nails for years. For some reason I couldn't stand to bite them while they were painted, so I had to leave them painted for a while until I broke the habit. What really helps is having something else to occupy your hands, like a worry stone or something else small in your pocket to fiddle with.

I made myself a bracelet for each wrist with the saying "Every bite is a choice."

And then one day, the nailbiting was done. Good luck!

Whenever I painted my nails I would just scrape the polish off with my teeth subconsciously... them continue to bite. :/

Damn my lack of social skills. Damn being shy. Damn having had a life dealing with mental shit so that now that I don't as often, I have no idea what I'm doing. Learning to cope with a disorder means that, once the disorder is fading or in the background, I no longer really know how to cope and am learning all over. All this is the result of getting better, but still. Gah.

My boyfriend- who is hands down THE most incredibly awesome wonderful man I have ever met- really wants me to see and meet his friends. No pressure at all, but it's something he'd like. For all the obvious reasons that most people would have. He is, in fact, being his awesome usual self in not pressuring me.

The idea makes me feel nauseated because of the nerves. I'm not used to socializing outside of my small circle of friends and my clubs (goth clubs) which have long been like a second family and home. I'm far more at ease among them, but even there it's just...

GAH. Shyness. Social skills lacking. No idea how to talk with people I don't know quite well or instantly hit it off with. *headdesk* And the worst part is... for me, anyway, they already know a little more about me than I'd like. I have nothing to hide, but at the same time, some things are personal and when they asked him why I don't work... he was, as I'd expect, honest without too much detail. I'm on disability due to disorders, and he told them the basics, because they're his good friends, and they care about him and asked. And I have no problem with that. Except that I now feel at even more of a disadvantage- these people, I don't know them, and they already know something that makes me feel quite exposed. Something I don't tell people in person unless I've known them awhile. Except him, I told him, because he deserved to know if we were going to date and eventually be together. Which we are. And hence his friends want to meet me.

Sigh. And aaaaggghhH!

Try meeting them one at a time in a setting of your choosing at a time of your choosing. If there's no pressure, there's no hurry. Works for me.

so...today as I walked into work, I was told by my coworkers that the head of HR needed to speak with me...well...I'm kind of crazy and always think the worst. I was pretty much panicking for a good 20 minutes when she walked in with this look on her face that told me the news weren't good. I figured that it had to do with all of us when we walked into the back office and she started to talk openly in front of everyone. She started by saying, "I talked to everyone this morning about this, and since you weren't here...I needed to tell you before you heard it from someone else, and I don't think that would be fair...we're laying you off...not just you...everyone who work in the market." Oh...and this is where I GET SERIOUSLY FUCKING PISSED OFF!!! AT&T wanted our building because it's prime location...we still have a lease in that building for a few more years and AT&T is willing to pay double or some fucking bullshit like that. The president and top VP, might I also add, are FUCKING ASSHOLES! The president was mentioned in the local newspaper for tax evasion, and he makes a shit ton of money every year, he's just a crooked old asshat. The VP doesn't care about the sales associates. He looks down on us, and if we try and tell him hi, he looks right past us and doesn't even act like we fucking live. He also made it to where all the temps were no longer allowed to park for free in the parking garage because we aren't fulltime and those spaces take up perfectly good "money" that could be going to the store....we make MILLIONS EVERY FUCKING YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!! So...that's 8 dollars a day per temp...it fucking adds up...we don't want to make money just to fucking GIVE IT BACK TO THIS FUCKING CROOKED BUSINESS!!!!!!!!! What makes me even more fucking pissed off is that they aren't even offering us positions in the company. I worked at the main store for over a year before I started working there and still they won't offer me a job...ONE OF MY COWORKERS HAS WORKED IN THIS DEPARTMENT FOR 10 YEARS!!!! It isn't fair to them! The bosses could careless whether or not we have a place to live or food to eat. Oh yeah...I can apply for unemployment, but I already make shit pay...so, I'll get what? Half of the 390 to 450 I make every two weeks? I cannot FUCKING SURVIVE on that every month YOU FUCKING EGOTISTICAL PIGS!!!!!! I FUCKING CAN'T STAND YOU WITH EVERY FIBER IN MY BEING AND DO NOT! WISH YOU THE BEST!!!!! YOU FUCK TOO MANY PEOPLE OVER AND COULD CARELESS!!! I HOPE THE COMPANY GOES BELLY UP AND YOU LOSE EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU COULD CARELESS IF WE DO!

I'm sorry that happened to you. Unfortunately it seems to be the way many businesses are run now. My dad worked for a company for 20 years and they lay him off without a second thought. He got another job in a startup business and supported them through their tough times (5 years)...they just merged with another larger company and he got laid off once again with a paltry severance pay (enough to last a month). So my dad, who is a loyal and hard worker and well over 50, is out there looking for work around Christmas. It makes me upset that there's no reward for company loyalty anymore.

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This is going to be a bit of a rant, just a warning. I bite my nails, a LOT. It's not as bad as it used to be, but there's still blood involved on occasion, and the only reason I don't go to the doctor's office with infected fingers anymore is because I've learned to catch the signs of a beginning infection, and treat it right away. My thumb nail isn't even half an inch long, and I've never had any of my fingernails grow over the skin at the top. I've tried to stop biting a few times over the years, but nothing works for very long. If anything, actually having my nails "long" (two millimeters longer than normal) makes it harder to resist biting. :( This is a habit I've had, as my mom says, since I've had teeth, making it really hard to stop, but I really want to, and I'm really determined this time.

I haven't bitten my nails since, I want to say Friday, night. I hadn't been biting, since I was playing with modeling clay, and so I decided to keep that up. It's been three days now, and it's really frustrating, because I keep wanting to bite, and I have to keep reminding myself not to. Plus, I know that when my nails grow, they're going to dig into the skin for a while, which will be very annoying and uncomfortable. I guess I just needed to let this out, since it's been bugging me. Also, typing this helped me to keep my fingers busy, and when I wasn't typing, I was playing with a ball of modeling clay. :) Wednesday I'm going to see my neurologist about my epilepsy, but I'm just going to worry about one day at a time, or I'll never stop biting my nails. :lol:

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Sunrise, I know what you mean. When I was younger (since a baby till i was 5) I sucked my thumb. Once I was teased at school about it, I started biting my nails. Low and behold my father bites his down to the quick. If I had to guess he only has 1/2" on each finger. I never had long nails. And I wanted them so bad. I've stopped biting but unfortunately have started biting the skin around the nail. Not all the way around, just the corners of where the nail comes out. I can't help it! Sometimes I don't think i'm doing it until i see that i've bitten down so far that its bleeding. Or my other bad habit is that I pick at my nails. I have learned not to pick at the nailpolish on my nails, but its when you have a nail that was bent and is about to break, I will break it and then try to make it smooth out and equal again with my teeth or nails. I used to have gorgeous long nails that I could do a french manicure on, but alass three nails on one hand and two on the other broke the other day. I said "oh well, so Iwill have to come up with a story about how those ones are shorter".

One thing that I have noticed tho. If you want to make your nails stronger, harder, and grow is to take a clear nail polish, or any color that you want, paint your nails that color. Then every day just apply another coat. My Greatx2 Aunt did this and she had super long Elvira nails!

I would dare say that all the other advice you have gotten from these lovely mers is right. If you can find something to do with your hands, that helps ALOT. I work with clay, crochet, sew, write, play guitar, and am currently working on fixing my house up (redoing furniture and prepping walls to paint). Just start crafting and see how you quickly forget about biting :)