Thanks for the cute animals and hugs, Sparky. I do feel really sad about what happened in the other thread. I really like this place too.
GrumpyOldNurse
10 years ago
Too much cute, sparky. Thank-you so much!
BreakfastMan
10 years ago
Thanks everyone. The hugs really help. It is still going to be hard, but I feel a bit more confident in my abilities to handle my own emotions and how best to explain things to her now. 🙂
Yeah, it’s sad. This is the only place on the internet where I like everybody. There are other sites I comment on that are a mix of people who are great and people who are terrible. This is the only place where everyone is great. I hate it when there’s in fighting here.
I think I’ve posted this kitty hug video before but it can’t hurt to do it again
sparky
10 years ago
Cuddly animal hugs are always welcome.
You’re all most welcome.
I’m so sad over what happened this weekend. We Hunted the Mammoth is my Internet home.
Seriously though, I would watch paint dry if it was directed by del Toro. I’ve watched ?3 movies of his now, and I like the way women play major roles, it’s not all about the menz.
Um…GF and I had small argument, to which I am having an outsize reaction. I’ll/we’ll probably be back to sanity-land by Thursday. Right now we’re going to sleep.
pallygirl
10 years ago
@blahtastic: thinking about you. Hope things are better.
Gah, hope everyone’s okay (or as okay as can be expected?)
I was reminded today of how much I hate having anything to do with any sort of accounting stuff. We had to do a pretend balance sheet and profit and loss statement in class – making up numbers for these businesses we’ve purportedly started. I haven’t the faintest idea what all this shit means, or how a home business is supposed to divide work stuff from things you’d be spending on anyway in exactly the same amount (electricity and so on) or even how you’re supposed to work Excel. My stress levels went through the roof (a certain decaffeinated substance giving friends here grief didn’t help, either). I’m certainly never applying for jobs where I’d have to do this crap. It’s like being expected to pass a test in a language you don’t know at all. I’m feeling dead beat now (it’s not even 7pm) and just want to crash.
I didn’t just do accounting and numbers stuff because it was my job. I really, truly lurve it. I even volunteered to be treasurer at the school council and other community organisations.
pallygirl
10 years ago
This seems like a bit of an odd course. When I’ve been encouraging people to learn Excel, I recommend a one day course that is just on Excel. I know heaps of people who aren’t very proficient in Excel, but they don’t need to use it. That includes people with PhDs.
These courses try to do the impossible. They’re “designed” to “familiarise” people with a grab bag of anything and everything they might be asked to do in a real job. Mostly, people end up knowing the names of processes and products without necessarily gaining any job-ready skills. Though a lot of people do find that something takes their interest and get library books or online courses for themselves to learn more about it.
LOL mildlymagnificent, I can understand that – different tastes!
I was scarred, SCARRED I tell you, from having to do monthly financial reports back in the 90s when I hadn’t the slightest idea what to do or what the figures were meant to be or if there were anomalies or what. I can only liken it to being really poor at spelling, not seeing errors or knowing what they should be, and being hugely worried about it because this is actual money and job stuff, worse even than not passing tests at school (and god knows that was horrible enough). The reason I had to do ’em was because the guy whose job it was had gone on stress leave … we had a really lovely boss, not.
pallygirl, weird course is right. It’s Business Certificate IV, so the assumption is that people are familiar with computers – which is a bit of a joke, since “familiar with computers” doesn’t mean “has used this specific program”. It’s supposed to be an eight-week course but it’s been condensed to twelve days. Those twelve days were supposed to be 9-3 but they go 9-1 at the longest. It’s bizarre. We’ll get certificates at the end of it, which will look nice on a CV, but as for teaching usable skills? Umm, nope, not really. Mind you it was the same a decade ago when I did six months of Cert III in Admin at TAFE: what a waste of money that was! At least this one’s free. Even the train fare was partly paid for.
Just wanted to mention that the lastest part of my motor-cycle certificate thing this very morning, and I spent most of today doing various brake and stunt maneuvers in different conditions. Wieeee.
And I didn’t crash into anything or hit anyone or in any way hurt myself or other people.
Which is relevant because I also (totally accidentally, yeah, for real) stayed up all night playing Go with kirbywarp, contrapangloss, Viscaria and grumpycatisagirl. Which was all kinds of fun. Thanks kirbywarp for setting that up.
I also (finally) found the actual information on my bachelor programme, so I can now actually and for realz, yo, call myself a university student starting… monday.
2 years, four failed attempts, one up and down emotionally unstable rollercoaster, three apartments, that odd bit of debt, about a million hours spent being a troll or an elf or a drugged up heart surgeon for murder mysteries and living off pasta with a delicious side of NOTHING BECAUSE RENT…. finally.
And all it took was spending the last 6 weeks studying mathematics 6-12 hours a day. Spending my 23rd birthday re-learning and learning integration calculus was-is now completely, totally, entirely and utterly worth it. Next stop? Spending christmas doing 4d vectors in my head.
Alone.
In a house with no tree.
Because I used the tree for more material to take notes with.
HA NO, NO MORE 10 hour studying binges because I passed that particular examination with top marks screw you indefinite calculus, screw you forever… I’m only going to use you to figure out the volume of caverns that adventuring parties go through in roleplaying games now
(Oh, you cast create water? Oh? Trying to flood the dungeon? Well that worked last session, BUT THIS TIME I BROUGHT NUMBERS, AND YOU’LL NEED MORE CANTRIPS, LAD, BWAAHAH)
Turns out the IB is good for something!
So since not sleeping is apparently giving me incredibly motor control skills, the ability to find what I’m looking for and also amazing pattern recognition (let’s all ignore that I lost almost every match of Go yesterday), I have decided that I’m going to continue this not sleeping thing and see where it takes me. Probably somewhere more fun than the last time I broke past the 40 hour barrier, which was a biologial experiment someone was running, and I woke up in a bath tub with a flask of tequila with my last functioning memory being outside, in a playground, looking at a very beautiful sky.
Oh I’m totally fucking kidding I’m going to bed, at 17:26 pm, and I’m sleeping until the sun darkens and the Earth turns into a new age of misandric glory and socks are finally found paired in the dryer and or possibly, like, 12 hours.
I’ve been really out of it lately, and I just want you people reading this to know that Manboobz / We Hunted The Mammoth has been a really positive influence in my life (How positive? look at the intro text to this post).
So thank you David, and all those other people who are also David, in various amalgamations of suits and ties and ceillings.
Or thank me? Since I’m David? And I thus only need to thank myself because that.. I’m not going to go down that road of thought right now because I keep having to re-read what I’ve written because I’m forgetting it mid-sentence.
I think you are good people, generally, and I wish you the best.
We Hunted The Mammoth
Hugs, and more hugs, BreakfastMan.
Hugs for BreakfastMan.
Hugs for anyone who needs them.
After what happened this weekend, I just want to leave a bunch of pictures of cute animals hugging here.
Because I really like this place and the people here.
More hugs! Extra hugs and cuddles for anyone else feeling the need, too.
Thanks for the cute animals and hugs, Sparky. I do feel really sad about what happened in the other thread. I really like this place too.
Too much cute, sparky. Thank-you so much!
Thanks everyone. The hugs really help. It is still going to be hard, but I feel a bit more confident in my abilities to handle my own emotions and how best to explain things to her now. 🙂
Sparky, thanks for the cute animals. I’ve been defaulting to ridiculous in the newest threads out of self preservation.
This place has totally been my first blog safespace, ever, and I love you all immensely.
Can I return the favor with another cuddly hug?
Yeah, it’s sad. This is the only place on the internet where I like everybody. There are other sites I comment on that are a mix of people who are great and people who are terrible. This is the only place where everyone is great. I hate it when there’s in fighting here.
I think I’ve posted this kitty hug video before but it can’t hurt to do it again
Cuddly animal hugs are always welcome.
You’re all most welcome.
I’m so sad over what happened this weekend. We Hunted the Mammoth is my Internet home.
Group hug for everyone.
Hugs for all who need ’em. Plus a healthy dose of Maru and Hana:
I need to post more hugs. For everyone.
Hugs..
Hugs!
More hugs.
I know hugs won’t fix much, if anything, but… (Hugs)
Hugs from me too, I think the hugs barrel is being depleted.
OH GOD, THE KNICK IS TAKING A WEEK OFF WHAT WILL I WATCH? D:
Hugs for everyone, even mere humans-wot-aren’t-Furrinati. Lots of hugs!
I just watched Mama by del Toro on DVD tonight. Not particularly gory but really frightening. Added bonus: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikolaj_Coster-Waldau stars in it. 🙂
Seriously though, I would watch paint dry if it was directed by del Toro. I’ve watched ?3 movies of his now, and I like the way women play major roles, it’s not all about the menz.
Pacific Rim was *awesome*.
Um…GF and I had small argument, to which I am having an outsize reaction. I’ll/we’ll probably be back to sanity-land by Thursday. Right now we’re going to sleep.
@blahtastic: thinking about you. Hope things are better.
Hope things are going okay, blahlistic.
Gah, hope everyone’s okay (or as okay as can be expected?)
I was reminded today of how much I hate having anything to do with any sort of accounting stuff. We had to do a pretend balance sheet and profit and loss statement in class – making up numbers for these businesses we’ve purportedly started. I haven’t the faintest idea what all this shit means, or how a home business is supposed to divide work stuff from things you’d be spending on anyway in exactly the same amount (electricity and so on) or even how you’re supposed to work Excel. My stress levels went through the roof (a certain decaffeinated substance giving friends here grief didn’t help, either). I’m certainly never applying for jobs where I’d have to do this crap. It’s like being expected to pass a test in a language you don’t know at all. I’m feeling dead beat now (it’s not even 7pm) and just want to crash.
Oh dear. I have a confession.
I didn’t just do accounting and numbers stuff because it was my job. I really, truly lurve it. I even volunteered to be treasurer at the school council and other community organisations.
This seems like a bit of an odd course. When I’ve been encouraging people to learn Excel, I recommend a one day course that is just on Excel. I know heaps of people who aren’t very proficient in Excel, but they don’t need to use it. That includes people with PhDs.
These courses try to do the impossible. They’re “designed” to “familiarise” people with a grab bag of anything and everything they might be asked to do in a real job. Mostly, people end up knowing the names of processes and products without necessarily gaining any job-ready skills. Though a lot of people do find that something takes their interest and get library books or online courses for themselves to learn more about it.
LOL mildlymagnificent, I can understand that – different tastes!
I was scarred, SCARRED I tell you, from having to do monthly financial reports back in the 90s when I hadn’t the slightest idea what to do or what the figures were meant to be or if there were anomalies or what. I can only liken it to being really poor at spelling, not seeing errors or knowing what they should be, and being hugely worried about it because this is actual money and job stuff, worse even than not passing tests at school (and god knows that was horrible enough). The reason I had to do ’em was because the guy whose job it was had gone on stress leave … we had a really lovely boss, not.
pallygirl, weird course is right. It’s Business Certificate IV, so the assumption is that people are familiar with computers – which is a bit of a joke, since “familiar with computers” doesn’t mean “has used this specific program”. It’s supposed to be an eight-week course but it’s been condensed to twelve days. Those twelve days were supposed to be 9-3 but they go 9-1 at the longest. It’s bizarre. We’ll get certificates at the end of it, which will look nice on a CV, but as for teaching usable skills? Umm, nope, not really. Mind you it was the same a decade ago when I did six months of Cert III in Admin at TAFE: what a waste of money that was! At least this one’s free. Even the train fare was partly paid for.
Just wanted to mention that the lastest part of my motor-cycle certificate thing this very morning, and I spent most of today doing various brake and stunt maneuvers in different conditions. Wieeee.
And I didn’t crash into anything or hit anyone or in any way hurt myself or other people.
Which is relevant because I also (totally accidentally, yeah, for real) stayed up all night playing Go with kirbywarp, contrapangloss, Viscaria and grumpycatisagirl. Which was all kinds of fun. Thanks kirbywarp for setting that up.
I also (finally) found the actual information on my bachelor programme, so I can now actually and for realz, yo, call myself a university student starting… monday.
2 years, four failed attempts, one up and down emotionally unstable rollercoaster, three apartments, that odd bit of debt, about a million hours spent being a troll or an elf or a drugged up heart surgeon for murder mysteries and living off pasta with a delicious side of NOTHING BECAUSE RENT…. finally.
And all it took was spending the last 6 weeks studying mathematics 6-12 hours a day. Spending my 23rd birthday re-learning and learning integration calculus was-is now completely, totally, entirely and utterly worth it. Next stop? Spending christmas doing 4d vectors in my head.
Alone.
In a house with no tree.
Because I used the tree for more material to take notes with.
HA NO, NO MORE 10 hour studying binges because I passed that particular examination with top marks screw you indefinite calculus, screw you forever… I’m only going to use you to figure out the volume of caverns that adventuring parties go through in roleplaying games now
(Oh, you cast create water? Oh? Trying to flood the dungeon? Well that worked last session, BUT THIS TIME I BROUGHT NUMBERS, AND YOU’LL NEED MORE CANTRIPS, LAD, BWAAHAH)
Turns out the IB is good for something!
So since not sleeping is apparently giving me incredibly motor control skills, the ability to find what I’m looking for and also amazing pattern recognition (let’s all ignore that I lost almost every match of Go yesterday), I have decided that I’m going to continue this not sleeping thing and see where it takes me. Probably somewhere more fun than the last time I broke past the 40 hour barrier, which was a biologial experiment someone was running, and I woke up in a bath tub with a flask of tequila with my last functioning memory being outside, in a playground, looking at a very beautiful sky.
Oh I’m totally fucking kidding I’m going to bed, at 17:26 pm, and I’m sleeping until the sun darkens and the Earth turns into a new age of misandric glory and socks are finally found paired in the dryer and or possibly, like, 12 hours.
I’ve been really out of it lately, and I just want you people reading this to know that Manboobz / We Hunted The Mammoth has been a really positive influence in my life (How positive? look at the intro text to this post).
So thank you David, and all those other people who are also David, in various amalgamations of suits and ties and ceillings.
Or thank me? Since I’m David? And I thus only need to thank myself because that.. I’m not going to go down that road of thought right now because I keep having to re-read what I’ve written because I’m forgetting it mid-sentence.
I think you are good people, generally, and I wish you the best.