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Who knows. After 3 months working for Budwesier, managing some 80 accounts, very successfully, I've been laid off again. Second time, I've been let go, despite a successful work performance. The only reason is my manager acted terribly irresponsibly, did not disclose the 20% chance of having my route eliminated and being the new guy, Im the first to go. Salesman of the month, oh and by the way, we have to let you go. ( I have lots of stories I must share. It was culture shock to work for such a company, let me tell you) I've really come to hate my lower middle class life. It's easy to forget the problems we had yesterday, but moving here was probably the worst idea I've ever had. Nothing has panned out. All of the reasons for leaving California have flopped. Relationship with ex is worse, Eva takes the brunt of it; my parents are completely non-supportive of anything; we are terribly alone. The 5 miles that seperates us might as well be 3000. We've gotten more support from our neighbors than my self-involved golfing parents. The economy here sucks balls. The culture here thinks its way more interesting than it really is. The culture here is primarily driven by old white money. Old, boring white ass money. The latest and greatest state of the art peformance theatre in Durham, a lovely place, gets nothing but garbage, traveling broadway musicals by second and third rate actors and musicians you have never heard of. They think its great. They think Garrison Keeler is a hoot. I want to assinate the mother fucker. And to top things off, our dearest "friends" are our neighbors who are least 25 years our seniors. We can't make friends to save our lives and we've stopped trying after 2 years. We miss entertaining and in general having social interaction. Alone, isolated and depressed. We'll probably loose our house. I have little to no interest in being a father. And in general sick and tired of being sick and tired. I see a path for me and it blows. At least in California, despite being expensive I had a interesting job that I would still have today, as would my wife. Have friends. Had healthcare and access to a therapist and I'd still most likely have my Camaro (sigh). We've talked about selling everything but the Steinway and heading for the Florida keys. Accept the fact that we'll probably be bartenders for the rest of our lives and live in a trailer along the canals there. At least we'll be near the water, Hazel will learn how to fish, Eva will have a place to come for summers. I want my life in California back because North Carolina sucks balls. Why would I have ever thought that all the reasons I left this place in the first place would have changed, or they would no longer affect me? |
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shit for you. I hate it when all the options narrow and you are left with a sea of equally unappetizing alternatives. |
From my point of view, I have seen this before, the last two years, few of the homeowner been evicted. The worst part was a mother with three sons were forced to move out. |
trailer down in hurricane. |
<3 Patrick. |
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i think he needs candy. |
exchange in before summer? |
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id hate everyone there within a month. its pretty there to be sure. i appreciate the thoughts everyone. im better today. i reached a point over the weekend where i didnt even want to be around my kids and regretted having them. havent really had a depression episode like that, ever. lot of anger to fuel that fire. thankfully the wife having suffered from such was able to isolate me until some fog cleared. on a positive note... a beer exchange could be interesting and also challenging with local laws and bubble wrap. but it could be done. the model would have to be different in that it would be constructed like a secret santa. everyone gets one beer. im game if anyone else is. also my baby likes to eat leaves. she also is one. and decided day after turning one that crawling is for ...well...babies. she goes zooooooooooooooom! she face-eats her cake on flickr |
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Booyah. |
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if i can't have candy, i'll take beer. |
its nate |
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collect a list of names and addresses. an organizer (me? i've got time) then sort them by alphabet, zip code? everyone gets a name and address to send a beer too. Ideally should be something interesting local or completely off the wall. could then start a thread of beer reviews. |
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i'm in. |
breweries around here, it will be tough to decide what to send! |
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And Patrick, sorry you're going through that right now. If it helps, I hated Olympia for years before I decided I liked it. Now I'm happy to live here. Maybe join a club or something to meet some new people? It will make all the difference. I think things started to shift for me when I started feeling more invested in my community- probably around the time I started working at the library. Good luck, dude. |