I'm grateful that they finally paved the shitty road that I frequently take! It was so full of potholes and filled potholes that then broke open and made bigger potholes. I've seen better-paved roads in 3rd-world countries. Now it is glorious!
Volunteer at various non-profits. I am (sadly) one of those people that "need" to work in some capacity in order to fill fulfilled. I also need structure, which I'm not very good at building for myself. I need to be held accountable (such as being expected to show up to work at a certain time), and work has always helped me do that.
I'm about to leave my current job with no back-up plan, and while my savings and partner will provide for me for the rest of the year, I'm kinda dreading not having structure. I'll probably volunteer somewhere.
This is interesting to me because in the moment after accomplishing something, I feel great about it. It's only after time has passed that I look back at that accomplishment and my collective accomplishments throughout life and think to myself "omg, I haven't done anything, I'm such a loser", when I have in fact done plenty of things. I have no idea where that thought process comes from. I am not afraid to succeed; I have had to work hard for some, but not all, of my accomplishments. Maybe it's a "comparing myself to others" thing?
Following, because I'm gonna be unemployed soon and am also in my 40s and trying to figure out a new path to work from home. There's several YouTube channels dedicated to talking about work from home jobs (not all tech-related), but I don't know how reliable/truthful they are. Lots of customer service roles (not my cup to tea, personally).
Back when my brother still lived with my mom, he, a full-grown adult, had a set of four square whiskey stones made of metal that he kept in the back of the freezer that he would add to a glass of whiskey every now and then. One night my mom texts me a picture of the whiskey stones while he's not in the house with "I FOUND THESE IN THE FREEZER!" "ARE THESE DRUGS???" "WHAT IS THIS??" Like holy fuck, are you serious? Yeah, sure, they're drugs, Mom. Cubed metal is all the rage on the streets these days. You just swallow them whole and get high as fuck.
I got a personal trainer at a small local gym to do strength training. I meet with them twice a week and then go by myself a third day during the week; all three days I go before work. Pros are that I'm much stronger than I was 2 years ago, cons are that it does cost money and I do have to get up earlier to be there, but it's pretty easy to get up early when you paid someone for their time to meet you there.
Dusting around the house. I don't mind doing any other house-related chore except that. I feel like I can never TRULY get the dust off of everything/out of every little nook and cranny.
But I also hate cutting my toenails, so I get you there. I find feet disgusting, even my own (and yes, they are clean and I take care of them). I won't even touch my partner's feet or let them touch mine. Feet are just weird looking and give me the ick.
Severance - So. Goddamn. Slow. Every scene was slow. The lines were delivered slowly. From all the characters. Always. And somehow even the action scenes are slow?? Like when dude is in the hallway loop, that whole scene dragged on for way too long. I couldn't get past the second episode. Ain't nobody got time for that.
I have it, but it's not my real name. I removed all the photos from my profile about 10 years ago. I don't have the app on my phone, so I only check it when I'm on my PC. I don't post to it, rarely comment on other people's posts, and only occasionally "like" or "love" the comments.
The only reason I keep the account is because if I deleted it, I would lose track of everyone I've ever known in my life since high-school onwards (I'm 45, to put that in perspective) that I don't really communicate with at all anymore, but I still like seeing what they're up to in life. I don't know how else/where else I'd be able to do that.
We got Carpenter ants around the front entrance to the house one year, had to call an exterminator to spray the nest, which was outside under the front porch. Those little fuckers stuck around for weeks afterwards, which is apparently how long the poison takes to eradicate them all.
We pretty much always have mice in the attic, despite the exterminator calls and the snap-traps we set. Occasionally we catch one in the garage. They never manage to infiltrate the rest of the house because we have 5 cats and each one lives for the moment a mouse is spotted so that they can catch it and play with its barely-breathing corpse before they try to eat it. We don't use rodent poison for that reason, just in case the cats get one.
I don't remember if they ever figured it out (it happened 20 years ago at least). We certainly didn't receive any calls into the dispatch center for a car wreck, but then again we were just local security for the one company. Also, the person might have been driving drunk and didn't want to call the accident in to the police. People loved to speed on that back road, too.
grasshopper_mouse @ grasshopper_mouse @lemmy.world Posts 13Comments 659Joined 2 yr. ago
Well, TIL