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So my brother's girlfriend nearly blew up the apartment. They were fighting once again and operating the stove at the same time. Resulting in her turning the gas on but not the flame and then walking away.

Everyone but me smokes regularly - so had I not found that it was on, a single person lighting a cigarette could've set it off.

Not only would that take out this apartment, all our pets, completely destroy every project I've ever worked on, every possession my mom has, and hurt (and potentially kill) themselves and me in the process, the three apartments above us and to both sides of them and us would be at equal risk. That's twelve homes, some with kids in them. And there's no fire escape either.

Man, pardon my language but **** these people. They're such incompetent idiots.


I don't need this bull**** half an hour before heading to work. Now I'm afraid to leave the house not only out of social fear but also out of fear they might actual blow up the place.
 
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Ithior

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So my brother's girlfriend nearly blew up the apartment. They were fighting once again and operating the stove at the same time. Resulting in her turning the gas on but not the flame and then walking away.

Everyone but me smokes regularly - so had I not found that it was on, a single person lighting a cigarette could've set it off.

Not only would that take out this apartment, all our pets, completely destroy every project I've ever worked on, every possession my mom has, and hurt (and potentially kill) themselves and me in the process, the three apartments above us and to both sides of them and us would be at equal risk. That's twelve homes, some with kids in them. And there's no fire escape either.

Man, pardon my language but **** these people. They're such incompetent idiots.


I don't need this bull**** half an hour before heading to work. Now I'm afraid to leave the house not only out of social fear but also out of fear they might actual blow up the place.

This is why I always check the stove before I go to bed and make sure the kitchen door is closed but with proper ventilation inside. Doesn't help that my mum gets kinda tipsy almost every day (more likely to leave the stove on) and I can't smell properly. She also smokes a lot, so if there was a gas leak overnight she'd blow it up while I'm sleeping. Can't do anything about my neighbours' stoves though.

Also a main reason why I never learned how to cook, I'm afraid of blowing everything up by not being able to smell the gas. There's also news of someone dying because of a gas leak nearly every week.
 

Steiner

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It won't be the same without Athelstan :[

RIP

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kya

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I'm really struggling to find a reason to live... I have nothing going for me, no friends, no hobbies, I'm kind of pretty but i hate my body and i can't dance, i can't do anything, I'm not talented at all... I can't even wake up before noon unless i have to which means I'm never showered and ready for my life until late into the afternoon... I'm not fun to be around, i don't follow music, i can't afford new clothes and i drive a 1999 Honda ugly accord... I do value materialistic things only because i want people to like me and looking nice is one of the easiest ways to achieve that... But i can't do that. I bite my nails, eat junk food and smokes cigarettes and im up to my eyeballs in debt. Idk what to do. I wouldn't be my friend... Fml.
 
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So my brother's girlfriend nearly blew up the apartment. They were fighting once again and operating the stove at the same time. Resulting in her turning the gas on but not the flame and then walking away.

Everyone but me smokes regularly - so had I not found that it was on, a single person lighting a cigarette could've set it off.

Not only would that take out this apartment, all our pets, completely destroy every project I've ever worked on, every possession my mom has, and hurt (and potentially kill) themselves and me in the process, the three apartments above us and to both sides of them and us would be at equal risk. That's twelve homes, some with kids in them. And there's no fire escape either.

Man, pardon my language but **** these people. They're such incompetent idiots.


I don't need this bull**** half an hour before heading to work. Now I'm afraid to leave the house not only out of social fear but also out of fear they might actual blow up the place.

Wow that's scary :/. Some people can be so careless. Another reason not to smoke.
 

S_Spartan

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Just went through the drive thru and paid and forgot to get my food.... :)


Oh man, that is classic! That as bad as when the girl handed me my Coke and it slipped and the top came off and spilled all over me and the inside of the car. All she said was "let me get you another one" as I was literally sitting in Coke. Ahhhh, these special moments of life!:thumbup:
 

squidgee

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Oh man, that is classic! That as bad as when the girl handed me my Coke and it slipped and the top came off and spilled all over me and the inside of the car. All she said was "let me get you another one" as I was literally sitting in Coke. Ahhhh, these special moments of life!:thumbup:

I remember this one time where my dad was trying to order a couple of Mc Chickens. Because he has a heavy accent, he sounds like he's saying Mexican instead of Mc Chicken. The cashier there was constantly telling my dad that they didn't have any Mexican burgers.
 

S_Spartan

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I remember this one time where my dad was trying to order a couple of Mc Chickens. Because he has a heavy accent, he sounds like he's saying Mexican instead of Mc Chicken. The cashier there was constantly telling my dad that they didn't have any Mexican burgers.


Oh man! I hope you guys were able to get your food!

Years ago I was working night shift and stopped at this fast food place in the middle of the night and got a burger. When I got the food home and opened the package all there was was a bun with some lettuce on it. No burger patty!
So I got back into the car at 4am and went back and complained. I think they gave me a free one if I remember right.
 

Ithior

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Was exposed to more dust than I can handle the other day, my allergic reaction has lasted 3 days so far. Basically just a stuffy nose with a barrage of sneezes every now and then. Now that it is starting to subside, and combined with the nice weather outside, I'm somehow getting a nice feeling of nostalgia.
 

w*n*c*a*m

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This is a long post.

Today, someone died in my shift. The thing is, it was a sudden death and she was at my care (with my other colleague) when it happened. Honestly, I expected her not to survive at her age. It wasn't much of a big deal for me really. But then , my partner colleague got upset and cried and the other colleagues suddenly came and comforted me that it was ok.

I suddenly got confused with my feelings. I feel sorry that the person died but then it was more of like looking at a movie kind of sympathy. And those act of comfort from my colleagues made me question myself if I am heartless coz I don't really feel upset at all.

The weird thing is that knowledge got me quite upset all of a sudden. Their hugs and comfort made me a bit irked coz it feels like they are oversensationalizing my feelings or reaction. They are like assuming something that isn't there. And because of that I suddenly feel like 'the person's death' was becoming a big deal for me when really it is not. It's like I'm being forced to act to what I am expected to act.

It's not that I don't care. To be honest, I still feel a bit guilty even if it's not my fault at all ... but that's it. I can still work... I can shrug it off... I don't need a time for reflection, I don't need a cuppa....except they were all acting cuddly cuddly to me and I was just doing things their way. They make me feel heartless and fake.
 
This is a long post.

Today, someone died in my shift. The thing is, it was a sudden death and she was at my care (with my other colleague) when it happened. Honestly, I expected her not to survive at her age. It wasn't much of a big deal for me really. But then , my partner colleague got upset and cried and the other colleagues suddenly came and comforted me that it was ok.

I suddenly got confused with my feelings. I feel sorry that the person died but then it was more of like looking at a movie kind of sympathy. And those act of comfort from my colleagues made me question myself if I am heartless coz I don't really feel upset at all.

The weird thing is that knowledge got me quite upset all of a sudden. Their hugs and comfort made me a bit irked coz it feels like they are oversensationalizing my feelings or reaction. They are like assuming something that isn't there. And because of that I suddenly feel like 'the person's death' was becoming a big deal for me when really it is not. It's like I'm being forced to act to what I am expected to act.

It's not that I don't care. To be honest, I still feel a bit guilty even if it's not my fault at all ... but that's it. I can still work... I can shrug it off... I don't need a time for reflection, I don't need a cuppa....except they were all acting cuddly cuddly to me and I was just doing things their way. They make me feel heartless and fake.

You're not heartless, you're realistic. I don't know your colleagues, but it sounds to me like they needed support, projected that onto you, and did what they thought was helping you through a hard time, but was actually helping themselves. Through you. Without anyone realizing it, you were the support network in that situation.

You were okay, you know you were okay. Don't let anybody else's actions convince you otherwise.
 

AtTheGates

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I avoid going to places where superficial people seem to congregate...I'd much rather go hiking way out in the woods while listening to the LOTR soundtrack than go to a snazzy bar or nightclub...I find myself wanting to get away from people more and more as I get older.... I wish I wasn't like that.
 
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