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Cake day: June 25th, 2023

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  • My parents have long since passed on, so it’s not even possible. I may end up living with my daughter later down the line. I’m SO single and solitary (by choice) that I’m concerned about going all dementia/stroke/heart attack later on with nobody to tend to me, so I’ll likely lean on her when I’m in my mid to late sixties or so.

    She’s getting everything I own, and I should have reasonable retirement funds, so it’s not like I’m going to rely on her financially.

    My big mistake was fucking up on getting myself long term care, which I no longer can do unless I get a new job. My employer and I mutually fucked that up when I started at my current job.

    Fun quotes from my daughter, around age ten or eleven: “You’re going to be the cranky old man that we grudgingly take on vacation with us.” and “You can always live in my basement.”

    And yes, we have discussed this topic. I’m not unilaterally just saying this on the Internet.




  • There’s a reggae album out of Jamaica by Romain Virgo with a song called “I’m doin good”

    In that song is the line, “may not be able to buy what vegetarians cook but I’m doin good”

    The album is from 2010. The first time I heard that song was my first realization that vegetarianism can be difficult as I’d recently been to Jamaica, and they do love them some vegetarianism. It hadn’t occurred to me that maybe some of them wanted to be vegetarian but weren’t able.




  • My entire life has offered two options - time or money

    Never both

    In this phase, I’ve been making good money, but it’s at the cost of working twelve to fifteen hours a day six to seven days a week for half the year, going down to a meager forty five to fifty hours for the other six months with no overtime.

    Then I’ve got to be careful in making comments that I’ve got a few pennies saved because it makes other Lemmy users think I’m all bougie or whatever word it is that the kids use these days.

    The reason I’ve saved money is that I have no time to spend it. My entire existence is either working or preparing to go to work via laundry/groceries/cooking. (Leaving the office for lunch is a mortal sin, so I bring my own daily and eat at my desk, never a lunch break)

    I’ll look at the transactions in my bank account and I’m surprised that I live on about a hundred and thirty dollars a week because of this. (This doesn’t include housing expense)

    It’s unprecedented in my company, but I’m about to negotiate more time off in lieu of raise this next upcoming cycle.

    I’m so

    Fucking

    Existentially

    Tired

    And no I can’t just “get another job”. There are no greener pastures, especially since I’ve crossed into the dreaded “in my fifties” zone




  • About ten years ago, I worked for a small firm where most of the partners attended this very church.

    One of the reasons I left was that I felt completely out of place as they integrated their religion into the office culture.

    When I left, the managing partner would send me handwritten letters for YEARS effectively telling me that while I had chosen damnation for myself, I owed it to my daughter to have the opportunity for salvation by attending this specific gateway Church in Southlake.

    If I didn’t have so much disdain and bitterness, I’d be tempted to send him this article.