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It's finally gotten to me. Trying to maintain control of my sanity while working a shit job for poor pay and going to school has sent my sanity spiralling into the abyss. And not in a nice way either, more like a header over the banister. Why do I say this? Observe the list.

-Pictures drawn in algebra of Lampshades dogfighting a flying cockpit, complete with exhaut trails. Various items related to sleep antropomorphised in a negative manner.

-Macguyvering a Drive thru window open with a plastic knife and serving a taco shell with a spatula through it.

-Coated my hand in Hotsauce and slapping it on a sheet of paper, scrawling 'Help' acrossed it and sticking it in the heating cabinet to dry.

-Drawing and cutting out a cardboard cutlass, hanging it in the office and leaving the following note. "Effective Immediately: All Morgans Foods employees working the register must wear an eyepatch and cutlass. Failure to comply will be dealt with walking the plank.' with a drawin picture of a Jolly Rogers wearing a Sunbrarro and a Mexican bandit moustache.

Any advice on how to prevent further slippage, or should I just embrace the whole deal?

EMBRACE THE INSANITY

Tasoth wrote: Any advice on how to prevent further slippage, or should I just embrace the whole deal?

I too have been driven mad by shit jobs. I'm afraid there's nothing you can do, so just hang on and enjoy the ride. There is a light though. When you eventually quit or get fired (depends on how much of a sense of humor your boss has.) your sanity will repair itself, but it won't ever be the same again.

I hope you don't mind me laughing at the last little bit about the eyepatch and cutlass, considering the circumstances..

but are you getting enough sleep, at least? It seems like you're wearing yourself way too thin..

~ver

You should talk, Verilon. Actually, I seem to be joining you in insomnia tonight. This is infuriating. How do you stand it if this really happens to you all the time?

There is a limit to how much shitty job you can endure. If you're working in the fast food sector I really feel sorry for you.

I had a factory job that sucked major ass. It was physically and mentally taxing and it had so much fucking overtime I literally had to go to bed right when I got home. I was damaging my feet and hands doing it and was frequently coming home bow-legged. To top it all off it was extremely boring and I worked with the snotiest bitch and stupidest moron in existence. Stellar pay, but that was just because of all the overtime. One day I just snapped and had to leave. God that job sucked.

Less hotsauce, more pirates.

Rogue 9 wrote:You should talk, Verilon. Actually, I seem to be joining you in insomnia tonight. This is infuriating. How do you stand it if this really happens to you all the time?

That's a good question, to be honest.

~ver

I do that sort of thing when I'm bored at work and have time on my hands. I still have some of my sketches of man-eating rabbits and rabid chipmunks from animal control, or the disciplinary form i faxed someone at another store in the chain i worked at for having the toilet paper hanging the wrong way off the roll. Minor forms of oddness are infinitely preferrable to climbing the water tower.

I actually haven't been sleeping all to well. *looks at the time stamp* Obviously. I also drew 'rips' in another sheet and behind them drew a set of teeth, still in the jaw and surround by the connective tissue, an eye with a tear in the iris and a finger poking out. I'm so tempted to go stand infront of the house of the girl I've had a crush on with a boombox over my head blairing music of some form of another.....

Tasoth wrote:I actually haven't been sleeping all to well. *looks at the time stamp* Obviously. I also drew 'rips' in another sheet and behind them drew a set of teeth, still in the jaw and surround by the connective tissue, an eye with a tear in the iris and a finger poking out. I'm so tempted to go stand infront of the house of the girl I've had a crush on with a boombox over my head blairing music of some form of another.....

Don't do that last bit, she'll never speak to you again.

Rogue 9 wrote:

Tasoth wrote:I actually haven't been sleeping all to well. *looks at the time stamp* Obviously. I also drew 'rips' in another sheet and behind them drew a set of teeth, still in the jaw and surround by the connective tissue, an eye with a tear in the iris and a finger poking out. I'm so tempted to go stand infront of the house of the girl I've had a crush on with a boombox over my head blairing music of some form of another.....

Don't do that last bit, she'll never speak to you again.

Worse, she might get a restraining order.

Being truly insane excludes the possibility of being aware that you're insane

And again, I'd suggest doing less creepy weird stuff (like hotsauce and stalking with a boombox) and do more fun weird stuff (like pirates and drawing alarm clocks that fly).

Pirates. Gotta have more pirates.

Don't forget International Talk Like a Pirate Day on Septembet 19th! Mark your calendars!

closet sci-fi fan wrote:

Tasoth wrote:It's finally gotten to me. Trying to maintain control of my sanity while working a shit job for poor pay and going to school has sent my sanity spiralling into the abyss. And not in a nice way either, more like a header over the banister.

Well that's not so bad.

I thought you were going to tell us that you fell down while you had raging boner and broke your penis.

You're not the only one that expected something like that. >_> Damn, I spend waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much time here...

~ver

Write, Write philosophy or poetry, Draw, Paint, Compose... Your state of mind is currently half-mad half-genius. Artistic output should now be at it's best... or at least be of high quantity.

You're fine...you don't have problems until you start fucking the food. If you find you have an irresistable urge to stick your dick in a chicken then it's probably a good time to quit.

Stofsk wrote:

Rogue 9 wrote:

Tasoth wrote:I actually haven't been sleeping all to well. *looks at the time stamp* Obviously. I also drew 'rips' in another sheet and behind them drew a set of teeth, still in the jaw and surround by the connective tissue, an eye with a tear in the iris and a finger poking out. I'm so tempted to go stand infront of the house of the girl I've had a crush on with a boombox over my head blairing music of some form of another.....

Don't do that last bit, she'll never speak to you again.

Worse, she might get a restraining order.

Bah it worked for me. Thats how i got the girl who became my 1st fiance to agree to go out with me.

aerius, when did you work for KFC?

I've never worked at KFC, but one of my buddies did and he had a whole bunch of horror stories...including the one where a co-worker was caught fucking a chicken.

aerius wrote:I've never worked at KFC, but one of my buddies did and he had a whole bunch of horror stories...including the one where a co-worker was caught fucking a chicken.

Wow. So that's where the "secret ingredients" come from.

...

Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I just had to.

aerius wrote:I've never worked at KFC, but one of my buddies did and he had a whole bunch of horror stories...including the one where a co-worker was caught fucking a chicken.

*Twitch* *Twitch*

aerius wrote:I've never worked at KFC, but one of my buddies did and he had a whole bunch of horror stories...including the one where a co-worker was caught fucking a chicken.

Hang on, we know that's not true, wouldnt that require there to be chicken in KFC?

Me fuck the food? No, thats my friend and the refried beans! Besides, if I fell down with a raging boner, nothing would happen. White Man's Burden....

Rogue 9 wrote:

aerius wrote:I've never worked at KFC, but one of my buddies did and he had a whole bunch of horror stories...including the one where a co-worker was caught fucking a chicken.

*Twitch* *Twitch*

Well, I won't be needing THESE coupons anymore!

This is why I hate aerius, he's too willing to share things which should not be shared..and at the worst possible times, like during meals. The guy takes a perverse pleasure in grossing people out or something...