Parades in this part of town are rarely apolitical, but I just passed a troupe of witches wearing "believe survivors" in sequins, alternately brandishing broomsticks and screaming themselves hoarse and I think we might be reaching a new apex. #squadgoals
I'm still staying with my parents, as I slowly recover from surgery. I went back to my apartment yesterday, swung by the post office to get my mail.
There's apparently some confusion, as I only had about one day's worth of stuff. The postal workers couldn't find any more of my mail. I should have several items that weren't there, a credit card and my shipment from Dollar Shave Club.
Neither of those things were there.
I talked to the card company, they tracked my card. It was delivered to the post office last Wednesday.
I'll have to go back in a few days and speak with the Post Master, I guess.
To tie that to love thread, I'm going to go see my girlfriend?! who lives several states away from me, and I want to use the credit card to get cash back on the tickets
Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
going to that bachelor / Bachelorette party was a mistake.
I was wearing an older shirt that's a tad big on me and it hamgs a little far down my chest
One on the dancers ran her fingers through my chest hair and I started getting uncontrollable and incredibly painful memories of my ex because she did that all the time.
I didn't fall asleep until like 6am and got like three hours of sleep. when I woke up I barely stopped myself from full on scream crying.
it still hurts really bad. it's not like this morning where I could practically smell her and feel her hand... but I still see her eyes when I close mine which is bad enough. I feel like if I start a full on cry I might never stop.
I hate my job oh my God I hate my fucking job. I got "promoted" to a new department where I work with wire. And by "work" I mean get slapped, stabbed, sliced, burned and whipped by metal wire that's about the same diameter as a pencil. It fucking hurts. Plus I can't get my not insignificant pay raise because there hasn't been enough people available to train me on the 3 different posts I have to certify on to get said raise.
I still don't know what I'm doing so to overcompensate (because I have to be perfect all the fucking time) I work myself into the ground. On top of that I've been getting up at 4 am to go to the gym and then work for 12 or 13 hours. I'm trying to keep on top of my art and date because apparently I just want to actually go insane.
I'm trying to set something up with this girl and texting is bad and confusing and I'm starting to question if I even give a shit about dating and shouldn't just ghost out and call it a wrap. It's not like I've got time for any of this and maybe I'm just going through the motions because I think I need to? Is it worth it, really? Maybe I should just launch my fucking phone and various dating apps into the goddamned ocean?
I dunno. I'm having a bad day. I got stabbed in the face and beat around the head and had to do all this extra, absurdly physical shit and then managed to get industrial grade soap in my eye in the shower as a final fuck you from the universe.
Talking to a very pretty lady online and then after a few days back and forth whoops turns out she's a sex worker.
At least she wasn't a fascist this time.
Not to equate the two, of course. Or even to say that the former is a dealbreaker but I would like someone who is genuinely interested in me as a base.
I hate my job oh my God I hate my fucking job. I got "promoted" to a new department where I work with wire. And by "work" I mean get slapped, stabbed, sliced, burned and whipped by metal wire that's about the same diameter as a pencil. It fucking hurts. Plus I can't get my not insignificant pay raise because there hasn't been enough people available to train me on the 3 different posts I have to certify on to get said raise.
I still don't know what I'm doing so to overcompensate (because I have to be perfect all the fucking time) I work myself into the ground. On top of that I've been getting up at 4 am to go to the gym and then work for 12 or 13 hours. I'm trying to keep on top of my art and date because apparently I just want to actually go insane.
I'm trying to set something up with this girl and texting is bad and confusing and I'm starting to question if I even give a shit about dating and shouldn't just ghost out and call it a wrap. It's not like I've got time for any of this and maybe I'm just going through the motions because I think I need to? Is it worth it, really? Maybe I should just launch my fucking phone and various dating apps into the goddamned ocean?
I dunno. I'm having a bad day. I got stabbed in the face and beat around the head and had to do all this extra, absurdly physical shit and then managed to get industrial grade soap in my eye in the shower as a final fuck you from the universe.
So a lot of the past....well, forever, but specifically the last few years have been a roller coaster in terms of things starting off real well and then turning into an absolute disaster. And the last year and a bit has essentially been a waiting period of trying to recover from the last major series of bad luck, and gathering enough finances and stability to make a move towards things maybe getting better on a longer term than just a month or two in advance?
Anyway, all that said, I just received a longer term promotion at work, and am now equal parts excited and a nervous wreck about putting in an application for an apartment next month and putting myself on a list to adopt a puppy in the spring, all in the last 12 hours or so
I've done as much financial planning as I can for the next several months and hopefully it'll all work out this time and I don't have to mount another rebuild like six months from now, but my present situation has been real rough on a depression count and I need to make the change to maybe be happy with where I'm at for a while
So I guess we'll see where this goes! Hopefully well! For once!
Yeah dude this is where I'm at right about now too, provided I survive another ten months in literally Africa
I have a few pretty good leads on stuff in the 'states, and I'll finally have the money to attempt escaping my parents' orbit (not that they're bad, just that it's about time I give it a serious try)
There is a ton of uncertainty but it feels like things might actually work out?
1) Ask someone to make you a plate of food. Yes, I know you're "totally not going to miss the awesome food we're having." Every single one of us stupid motherfuckers has said that. Every single one of us was wrong. Ask someone to make you a plate of food. You will get mobbed by people in your life and family who you don't feel like you can blow off to shove a crispy duck taco down your awful gullet.
2) It's going to feel like it's all going to shit, and also it's all going to be beautiful and perfect and it's okay. Freak out, don't freak out, weddings have this weird fucking tendency to come together perfectly even if it feels like a disaster. You're going to be stressed but try to be cognizant of the fact that it will be good.
3) Take some time for yourself on the actual day. It's very hard with everyone buzzing around every which way to get stuff together but if you can find even 15-20 minutes to yourself to consider the significance of what you're doing and just reflect on it, it will be worth it. This is the advice my dad gave me and boy howdy was it good advice.
4) It's your wedding and fuck anyone who tries to tell you what to do or how to behave.
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man that was dangerously close to a sincere post. DICKSDICKSDICKSLOL whew that's better
So I was at the bar like 500 feet from my apartment earlier, and this happened:
[The Cure's "Pictures of You" plays]
Random Girl: "Will you sign my petition to get the bartender to play Cardi B?"
Me: "Nah, I'd rather listen to The Cure"
Girl: "Ugh, nevermind"
So... yeah. I got a free shot out of that, at least.
1) Ask someone to make you a plate of food. Yes, I know you're "totally not going to miss the awesome food we're having." Every single one of us stupid motherfuckers has said that. Every single one of us was wrong. Ask someone to make you a plate of food. You will get mobbed by people in your life and family who you don't feel like you can blow off to shove a crispy duck taco down your awful gullet.
2) It's going to feel like it's all going to shit, and also it's all going to be beautiful and perfect and it's okay. Freak out, don't freak out, weddings have this weird fucking tendency to come together perfectly even if it feels like a disaster. You're going to be stressed but try to be cognizant of the fact that it will be good.
3) Take some time for yourself on the actual day. It's very hard with everyone buzzing around every which way to get stuff together but if you can find even 15-20 minutes to yourself to consider the significance of what you're doing and just reflect on it, it will be worth it. This is the advice my dad gave me and boy howdy was it good advice.
4) It's your wedding and fuck anyone who tries to tell you what to do or how to behave.
Coming up on my 8th anniversary in a few months and these points hit the nail on the head. Especially #4. Seriously fuck all those assholes trying to tell you how your wedding should be. We adopted the rule of "If you want something specific at our wedding, cough up the money, otherwise shut the fuck up." Worked pretty well.
We made sure we did, though the food suppliers had already told the staff to make sure they found us for at least one of everything.
And this gives me an excuse to share one of my favourite candid photos from our wedding last year.
But yeah, absolutely make sure you get even a few minutes by yourselves after the ceremony.
In my opinion this should be the number one duty of the bride(s)/groom(s)' attendants during the reception. Screw speeches and whatnot, your job is to be motherfuckin' BOUNCERS while the newlyweds get some food and a couple god damn minutes of rest.
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We made sure we did, though the food suppliers had already told the staff to make sure they found us for at least one of everything.
And this gives me an excuse to share one of my favourite candid photos from our wedding last year.
But yeah, absolutely make sure you get even a few minutes by yourselves after the ceremony.
In my opinion this should be the number one duty of the bride(s)/groom(s)' attendants during the reception. Screw speeches and whatnot, your job is to be motherfuckin' BOUNCERS while the newlyweds get some food and a couple god damn minutes of rest.
This is why all of my groomsmen will have polearms standard issue
I hate my job oh my God I hate my fucking job. I got "promoted" to a new department where I work with wire. And by "work" I mean get slapped, stabbed, sliced, burned and whipped by metal wire that's about the same diameter as a pencil. It fucking hurts. Plus I can't get my not insignificant pay raise because there hasn't been enough people available to train me on the 3 different posts I have to certify on to get said raise.
I still don't know what I'm doing so to overcompensate (because I have to be perfect all the fucking time) I work myself into the ground. On top of that I've been getting up at 4 am to go to the gym and then work for 12 or 13 hours. I'm trying to keep on top of my art and date because apparently I just want to actually go insane.
I'm trying to set something up with this girl and texting is bad and confusing and I'm starting to question if I even give a shit about dating and shouldn't just ghost out and call it a wrap. It's not like I've got time for any of this and maybe I'm just going through the motions because I think I need to? Is it worth it, really? Maybe I should just launch my fucking phone and various dating apps into the goddamned ocean?
I dunno. I'm having a bad day. I got stabbed in the face and beat around the head and had to do all this extra, absurdly physical shit and then managed to get industrial grade soap in my eye in the shower as a final fuck you from the universe.
.... what do you do?
I work for a very large tire manufacturing company where I take raw wire, draw it down to a semi finished state where it can then be turned into tringles, which are the metal wires inside the tire tread that you should hopefully never ever see.
Basically I have to handle very stiff, sharp, curly wire all day and you make one wrong move and the fucker will snap back into your face like a goddamned cobra.
I hate my job oh my God I hate my fucking job. I got "promoted" to a new department where I work with wire. And by "work" I mean get slapped, stabbed, sliced, burned and whipped by metal wire that's about the same diameter as a pencil. It fucking hurts. Plus I can't get my not insignificant pay raise because there hasn't been enough people available to train me on the 3 different posts I have to certify on to get said raise.
I still don't know what I'm doing so to overcompensate (because I have to be perfect all the fucking time) I work myself into the ground. On top of that I've been getting up at 4 am to go to the gym and then work for 12 or 13 hours. I'm trying to keep on top of my art and date because apparently I just want to actually go insane.
I'm trying to set something up with this girl and texting is bad and confusing and I'm starting to question if I even give a shit about dating and shouldn't just ghost out and call it a wrap. It's not like I've got time for any of this and maybe I'm just going through the motions because I think I need to? Is it worth it, really? Maybe I should just launch my fucking phone and various dating apps into the goddamned ocean?
I dunno. I'm having a bad day. I got stabbed in the face and beat around the head and had to do all this extra, absurdly physical shit and then managed to get industrial grade soap in my eye in the shower as a final fuck you from the universe.
.... what do you do?
I work for a very large tire manufacturing company where I take raw wire, draw it down to a semi finished state where it can then be turned into tringles, which are the metal wires inside the tire tread that you should hopefully never ever see.
Basically I have to handle very stiff, sharp, curly wire all day and you make one wrong move and the fucker will snap back into your face like a goddamned cobra.
If I get hitched again, I plan on making it potluck at a big park in mid october. Wear ye jeans and a flannel. I want your love, support, and food, not your fancy clothes.
If I get hitched again, I plan on making it potluck at a big park in mid october. Wear ye jeans and a flannel. I want your love, support, and food, not your fancy clothes.
My friends just dumped like ~$40-50,000 to get married. And it wasn't even really an extravagant wedding either. Just huge Irish Catholic families and everyone wanted to be invited.
Food is expensive when you have like 300-400 guests.
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I hate my job oh my God I hate my fucking job. I got "promoted" to a new department where I work with wire. And by "work" I mean get slapped, stabbed, sliced, burned and whipped by metal wire that's about the same diameter as a pencil. It fucking hurts. Plus I can't get my not insignificant pay raise because there hasn't been enough people available to train me on the 3 different posts I have to certify on to get said raise.
I still don't know what I'm doing so to overcompensate (because I have to be perfect all the fucking time) I work myself into the ground. On top of that I've been getting up at 4 am to go to the gym and then work for 12 or 13 hours. I'm trying to keep on top of my art and date because apparently I just want to actually go insane.
I'm trying to set something up with this girl and texting is bad and confusing and I'm starting to question if I even give a shit about dating and shouldn't just ghost out and call it a wrap. It's not like I've got time for any of this and maybe I'm just going through the motions because I think I need to? Is it worth it, really? Maybe I should just launch my fucking phone and various dating apps into the goddamned ocean?
I dunno. I'm having a bad day. I got stabbed in the face and beat around the head and had to do all this extra, absurdly physical shit and then managed to get industrial grade soap in my eye in the shower as a final fuck you from the universe.
.... what do you do?
I work for a very large tire manufacturing company where I take raw wire, draw it down to a semi finished state where it can then be turned into tringles, which are the metal wires inside the tire tread that you should hopefully never ever see.
Basically I have to handle very stiff, sharp, curly wire all day and you make one wrong move and the fucker will snap back into your face like a goddamned cobra.
Do they not give you those sexy dentist face guards?
If I get hitched again, I plan on making it potluck at a big park in mid october. Wear ye jeans and a flannel. I want your love, support, and food, not your fancy clothes.
Pot luck sounds brilliant!
I'd even say "fly here, cook something, donate the cookware in our honor" if I were feeling really selfless. Like a megasmorgasbord.
I hate my job oh my God I hate my fucking job. I got "promoted" to a new department where I work with wire. And by "work" I mean get slapped, stabbed, sliced, burned and whipped by metal wire that's about the same diameter as a pencil. It fucking hurts. Plus I can't get my not insignificant pay raise because there hasn't been enough people available to train me on the 3 different posts I have to certify on to get said raise.
I still don't know what I'm doing so to overcompensate (because I have to be perfect all the fucking time) I work myself into the ground. On top of that I've been getting up at 4 am to go to the gym and then work for 12 or 13 hours. I'm trying to keep on top of my art and date because apparently I just want to actually go insane.
I'm trying to set something up with this girl and texting is bad and confusing and I'm starting to question if I even give a shit about dating and shouldn't just ghost out and call it a wrap. It's not like I've got time for any of this and maybe I'm just going through the motions because I think I need to? Is it worth it, really? Maybe I should just launch my fucking phone and various dating apps into the goddamned ocean?
I dunno. I'm having a bad day. I got stabbed in the face and beat around the head and had to do all this extra, absurdly physical shit and then managed to get industrial grade soap in my eye in the shower as a final fuck you from the universe.
.... what do you do?
I work for a very large tire manufacturing company where I take raw wire, draw it down to a semi finished state where it can then be turned into tringles, which are the metal wires inside the tire tread that you should hopefully never ever see.
Basically I have to handle very stiff, sharp, curly wire all day and you make one wrong move and the fucker will snap back into your face like a goddamned cobra.
Do they not give you those sexy dentist face guards?
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My best mate's wedding they did a potluck and it was the best food I've had at a wedding. One guy made a massive pork pie, my friend did a heap of pulled pork, there were so many cakes and salads and breads and they have friends who own a brewery and make/sell cordials so that was the drinks sorted.
Alright, well things are off with the lady I've been talking to.
It's my fault, really. I tried setting up a date and I know I came across as flakey because I kept having to change times and was trying to iron it out for today. I was running a little behind and basically got hit with "just let me know when you're actually free. Have a good day."
Well guess what
I'm never actually free.
So whatever. Fuck it. We hadn't even met yet. I'm not dealing with this right now.
For our wedding we hit up Costco and did a make-your-own-sandwiches bar, plus I believe we had some hot dogs or something similar (I forget what, exactly); then my family and I made several desserts. We also had a ton of beer and wine and all the food ended up being under $1k and was more than enough for 65 people.
Actually I felt a little bad... we scheduled the wedding for 2 pm so people had time to travel in the morning, but also so it wasn’t too late, and some guests took that to mean it wasn’t going to have food, and so a lot of people had eaten lunch and made dinner plans. People started leaving around 4-4.30 pm for dinner and we had sooo much food left over!
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I hate my job oh my God I hate my fucking job. I got "promoted" to a new department where I work with wire. And by "work" I mean get slapped, stabbed, sliced, burned and whipped by metal wire that's about the same diameter as a pencil. It fucking hurts. Plus I can't get my not insignificant pay raise because there hasn't been enough people available to train me on the 3 different posts I have to certify on to get said raise.
I still don't know what I'm doing so to overcompensate (because I have to be perfect all the fucking time) I work myself into the ground. On top of that I've been getting up at 4 am to go to the gym and then work for 12 or 13 hours. I'm trying to keep on top of my art and date because apparently I just want to actually go insane.
I'm trying to set something up with this girl and texting is bad and confusing and I'm starting to question if I even give a shit about dating and shouldn't just ghost out and call it a wrap. It's not like I've got time for any of this and maybe I'm just going through the motions because I think I need to? Is it worth it, really? Maybe I should just launch my fucking phone and various dating apps into the goddamned ocean?
I dunno. I'm having a bad day. I got stabbed in the face and beat around the head and had to do all this extra, absurdly physical shit and then managed to get industrial grade soap in my eye in the shower as a final fuck you from the universe.
.... what do you do?
I work for a very large tire manufacturing company where I take raw wire, draw it down to a semi finished state where it can then be turned into tringles, which are the metal wires inside the tire tread that you should hopefully never ever see.
Basically I have to handle very stiff, sharp, curly wire all day and you make one wrong move and the fucker will snap back into your face like a goddamned cobra.
Oh Jesus Christ almighty, we already had one jobs thread regular suffer at a tyre bead wire manufacturing plant for years and years, now you're doing it hard at the very next step in the chain. Get out while you can!
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There's apparently some confusion, as I only had about one day's worth of stuff. The postal workers couldn't find any more of my mail. I should have several items that weren't there, a credit card and my shipment from Dollar Shave Club.
Neither of those things were there.
I talked to the card company, they tracked my card. It was delivered to the post office last Wednesday.
I'll have to go back in a few days and speak with the Post Master, I guess.
To tie that to love thread, I'm going to go see my girlfriend?! who lives several states away from me, and I want to use the credit card to get cash back on the tickets
I'm rather annoyed
Brovids a ladykiller guys
Thing ring, do your thing!
going to that bachelor / Bachelorette party was a mistake.
I was wearing an older shirt that's a tad big on me and it hamgs a little far down my chest
One on the dancers ran her fingers through my chest hair and I started getting uncontrollable and incredibly painful memories of my ex because she did that all the time.
I didn't fall asleep until like 6am and got like three hours of sleep. when I woke up I barely stopped myself from full on scream crying.
it still hurts really bad. it's not like this morning where I could practically smell her and feel her hand... but I still see her eyes when I close mine which is bad enough. I feel like if I start a full on cry I might never stop.
and I do have to run the ceremony this weekend...
I still don't know what I'm doing so to overcompensate (because I have to be perfect all the fucking time) I work myself into the ground. On top of that I've been getting up at 4 am to go to the gym and then work for 12 or 13 hours. I'm trying to keep on top of my art and date because apparently I just want to actually go insane.
I'm trying to set something up with this girl and texting is bad and confusing and I'm starting to question if I even give a shit about dating and shouldn't just ghost out and call it a wrap. It's not like I've got time for any of this and maybe I'm just going through the motions because I think I need to? Is it worth it, really? Maybe I should just launch my fucking phone and various dating apps into the goddamned ocean?
I dunno. I'm having a bad day. I got stabbed in the face and beat around the head and had to do all this extra, absurdly physical shit and then managed to get industrial grade soap in my eye in the shower as a final fuck you from the universe.
This will be my second Halloween with my GF. We are throwing an Addams Family themed party, with the two of us being Gomez / Morticia.
At least she wasn't a fascist this time.
Not to equate the two, of course. Or even to say that the former is a dealbreaker but I would like someone who is genuinely interested in me as a base.
.... what do you do?
obviously.
Anyway, all that said, I just received a longer term promotion at work, and am now equal parts excited and a nervous wreck about putting in an application for an apartment next month and putting myself on a list to adopt a puppy in the spring, all in the last 12 hours or so
I've done as much financial planning as I can for the next several months and hopefully it'll all work out this time and I don't have to mount another rebuild like six months from now, but my present situation has been real rough on a depression count and I need to make the change to maybe be happy with where I'm at for a while
So I guess we'll see where this goes! Hopefully well! For once!
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Yeah dude this is where I'm at right about now too, provided I survive another ten months in literally Africa
I have a few pretty good leads on stuff in the 'states, and I'll finally have the money to attempt escaping my parents' orbit (not that they're bad, just that it's about time I give it a serious try)
There is a ton of uncertainty but it feels like things might actually work out?
3clipse's Actual Wedding Advice:
1) Ask someone to make you a plate of food. Yes, I know you're "totally not going to miss the awesome food we're having." Every single one of us stupid motherfuckers has said that. Every single one of us was wrong. Ask someone to make you a plate of food. You will get mobbed by people in your life and family who you don't feel like you can blow off to shove a crispy duck taco down your awful gullet.
2) It's going to feel like it's all going to shit, and also it's all going to be beautiful and perfect and it's okay. Freak out, don't freak out, weddings have this weird fucking tendency to come together perfectly even if it feels like a disaster. You're going to be stressed but try to be cognizant of the fact that it will be good.
3) Take some time for yourself on the actual day. It's very hard with everyone buzzing around every which way to get stuff together but if you can find even 15-20 minutes to yourself to consider the significance of what you're doing and just reflect on it, it will be worth it. This is the advice my dad gave me and boy howdy was it good advice.
4) It's your wedding and fuck anyone who tries to tell you what to do or how to behave.
And this gives me an excuse to share one of my favourite candid photos from our wedding last year.
But yeah, absolutely make sure you get even a few minutes by yourselves after the ceremony.
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[The Cure's "Pictures of You" plays]
Random Girl: "Will you sign my petition to get the bartender to play Cardi B?"
Me: "Nah, I'd rather listen to The Cure"
Girl: "Ugh, nevermind"
So... yeah. I got a free shot out of that, at least.
Coming up on my 8th anniversary in a few months and these points hit the nail on the head. Especially #4. Seriously fuck all those assholes trying to tell you how your wedding should be. We adopted the rule of "If you want something specific at our wedding, cough up the money, otherwise shut the fuck up." Worked pretty well.
In my opinion this should be the number one duty of the bride(s)/groom(s)' attendants during the reception. Screw speeches and whatnot, your job is to be motherfuckin' BOUNCERS while the newlyweds get some food and a couple god damn minutes of rest.
This is why all of my groomsmen will have polearms standard issue
I work for a very large tire manufacturing company where I take raw wire, draw it down to a semi finished state where it can then be turned into tringles, which are the metal wires inside the tire tread that you should hopefully never ever see.
Basically I have to handle very stiff, sharp, curly wire all day and you make one wrong move and the fucker will snap back into your face like a goddamned cobra.
I'm a very lucky man.
PSN / Xbox / NNID: Fodder185
oh damn
I never had a chance to eat because everyone wanted to talk with me, dance, etc. If you don't have a formal sit down meal it's a real hazard.
No one will be allowed to stand during the meal portion.
It will last three hours.
My friends just dumped like ~$40-50,000 to get married. And it wasn't even really an extravagant wedding either. Just huge Irish Catholic families and everyone wanted to be invited.
Food is expensive when you have like 300-400 guests.
Do they not give you those sexy dentist face guards?
Pot luck sounds brilliant!
I'd even say "fly here, cook something, donate the cookware in our honor" if I were feeling really selfless. Like a megasmorgasbord.
Lol no.
Anyway, in love-ish news: Bumble continues to just be a swell ole company.
It's my fault, really. I tried setting up a date and I know I came across as flakey because I kept having to change times and was trying to iron it out for today. I was running a little behind and basically got hit with "just let me know when you're actually free. Have a good day."
Well guess what
I'm never actually free.
So whatever. Fuck it. We hadn't even met yet. I'm not dealing with this right now.
Actually I felt a little bad... we scheduled the wedding for 2 pm so people had time to travel in the morning, but also so it wasn’t too late, and some guests took that to mean it wasn’t going to have food, and so a lot of people had eaten lunch and made dinner plans. People started leaving around 4-4.30 pm for dinner and we had sooo much food left over!
Oh Jesus Christ almighty, we already had one jobs thread regular suffer at a tyre bead wire manufacturing plant for years and years, now you're doing it hard at the very next step in the chain. Get out while you can!