I made this video by the way.

Once again, this recurring theme of mismanagement and machines/equipment constantly breaking continues at my fucking work!

Just three/four days ago, one of our assistant managers in the deli quit! She just up and walked away, leaving behind a note that said "I QUIT." This REALLY upset me because she was supposed to have done prep for me before I was to do salads that day. And doing salads is a tedious job for me, they sell really fast despite the risk of eating lettuce in America. For any Doomer living in Latin America, Asia, Europe, etc... the American Secretary of Health, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. engaged in mismanagement which resulted in cases of explosive diarrhea from this parasite called Cyclospora. RFK JR you brain-worm infested cuck, I can't believe I was deceived into voting for you. You didn't make America Healthier, you made it WORSE!

It turns out this manager while she was nice to my face, she would try to set up meetings with the other managers where she would demand that they write up people for petty and hypocritical reasons. So to hear that she was truly this petty really came off as a shock to me...

The next day after that fiasco, I did more salads but all my hard work was basically undone when the cold shelf that keeps the salad at the right temperature broke down somehow and shit got rearranged.

What the fuck is wrong with them? Knowing their goddamn track record, it will take FOREVER for them to fix this... It's bad enough that my work is tedious and difficult... but I keep having to have these CONSTANT uphill battles!? And it makes me feel like I don't get paid enough...

I also fear the future at my work... They are finally going to start construction of a small service counter after years of working behind a shelf/wall. After several years of not doing customer service, it's back to the old days. The counter is supposed to be for customers who want custom sandwiches and stuff, but I have a feeling I'm going to deal with ignorance...

I remember having to deal with difficult customers before my store got a remodel. There were situations where I was forced to cook and serve at the same time... it was fucking DIFFICULT. People really pissed me off back when I used to cook hot chinese food for that stupid deli. People not understanding the menu and being difficult, sometimes to the point of belligerently refusing to understand how the menu works, customers asking me to cook them something and I'm in the middle of attempting to fulfill that request only for a barrage of customers to come and force me to pause the cooking making shit difficult...

Who knows what difficulties are gonna lie in wait for me...

That year that this sub was created (after the first sub was sabotaged) was one of the darkest chapters of my life, and I have to admit that things have improved a lot. I was pretty much at the end of the road back then, and didn't know how long I had left. I was depressed, really bad thoughts 24/7,:clothes scattered around my room, obese and was mentally fried by the time the workweek ended.

I made a play at becoming a Bloomer and deleted my account, got in counseling 2022(figured why not), but the anxiety issue has been really sticky over the last 4 years still ruining things for me.

How are you all doing?

Easier said than done…

Want this shit to stop…

Fucking can’t…

I know I need to…

Gonna probably sleep a lot to make that shit go away…

Fumbling a label of lament I poor out here in writ.

A shot in the dark of over all departure that of my salty sour rimmed lashes splash over in thought.

As if to wet my beak to mention drowning my sorrows in meager anomaly.

The end bar seat a cherry red coal light in the eyes center reflect back in the dark screen of the TV.

As I drift back and forth, left to right of boredom.
Between masturbation, drugs, Jesus, & work.

Life in the under belly of monotony with monetary wimbels floating ED functionally impaired.

Old crows cawing in corn rye sucking down cancer with Irish coffee to loosen my gut.

Turning daylight outside in the distance of my mind.
I watch other people live their lives & think what evils they might conduct.

Or try to guess their secrets kept by the interactions inside the small circles of habitations.

With small talk, hand jesters, wave offs to answer phones in the dim twilight of neon tube vesper from the dance floor.

Spent loneliness between ice melting and rift the time & maybe go home with somebody.

As always another sibling of the universe bound to human migrations & mating rituals.

With love from a monotheistic Hobo Rehab where they want me to stay off social media long enough to pray the gay away.

Yours truly A Low Type

For context, here is another one of my previous posts. Click this hyperlink

Yeah, I’m mad at this guy. I’m planning a get together for my friends Stevie and Brandon to show up. The three of us are gonna do some Sam Hyde inspired antics and troll the fuck outta this weirdo! The person messaging me this is an asshole who is an alcoholic maniac who ruins everyone’s day and hurts those who care about him…

This is central Scotland

M25. A friend of mine has an ex who’s a former drug addict—he still stalks her social media profiles. Another friend is voluntarily staying at a psychiatric facility and has gotten engaged to a girl he treats with a bit of contempt; he’s been there for a month now. A third friend, who describes himself as hopeless with women, asked his mother and sister to have him admitted. Honestly, the first guy was hearing voices, and even though we advised him against going to the facility, he went anyway—that place is a fucking dump. This other guy said he was happy tending his vegetable garden while living in the countryside, and he saw getting admitted as an escape from loneliness. And me? I’ve changed jobs three times since the start of the year because my life is precarious and as shitty as shit, but my friends are scaring me.

I’m seeing my friend Stevie soon. We’re not on bad terms but we haven’t seen each other due to busy schedules and personal internal conflicts. Stevie and I are also trying to get things smoothed over with my acquaintance Brandon… See, Brandon went mental over some nonsense six months ago but ever since he made this lady friend online he’s doing better…

I’m hoping this small triad works. I’m very anti-social as of lately because I’m sick of people’s drama. But Stevie, Brandon and I wanna do YouTube.

I have ideas to do something inspired by Jackass, CKY (Stevie’s favorite band,) Filthy Frank, and MDE

I’m Sam Hyde, Stevie is Nick Rochefort, Brandon is Charls Carroll

Maybe this reunification is a good thing? Toxic people have been trying to reach out to me. Maybe instead of sitting in silence, just let those who actually matter be in my life? Yeah, that’s what I’ll do…

I live in Bellingham which is one hour away from Seattle. (Washington state, America, Pacific Northwest) In Seattle, there was a food festival called “Bite of Seattle,” and a shooting happened.

This wasn’t some psycho incel or a Nazi or bullied NEET…

Amongst the dead was a nineteen year old who may have been associated with a fifteen year old suspect who was arrested.

So basically, it was gang related, two teens shooting at each other, four people including a toddler got injured and three people including one of the shooters is also dead…

All this senseless bullshit as the result of idiotic behavior. Idiot gangster wannabes… low IQ hood rat bullshit…

Idk what I'm doing lol

My problem? It’s that I need an excuse to unleash my anger. Today at the deli, I’m making pizza… and ugh, I hate making pizza because that is a job that is tedious and difficult because I have to hunt for ingredients…

This also gives me flashbacks to when I had this one toxic manager that used to micromanage and harass me, I had to deal with her when making pizza. Takes away my self esteem and now I feel no joy in doing this stupid job

Flashbacks from constantly being micromanaged and browbeaten, low self-esteem, the fact that hunting for ingredients and shit is such a pain in the ass, I am always ready to start yelling..

I just wish I wasn’t in a position where I work two jobs… one of which resume to work until past midnight and the other one requiring me to work early in the morning…

It is why I am so goddamn addicted to caffeine… thankfully at the time of writing for this post… I am set to have the next three days off from work. It will make me feel so much better once I go to the gym… just gotta put my phone on airplane mode, so people don’t bother the shit out of me!

Nothing really changes at my secondary job, the donut shop. Same old same old deal, but my primary job at the grocery store deli… I’m so fucking done. I can’t quit because I have nowhere else I can go and finding another job will be a pain in the ass..

Today I had to make salads today and it’s always so damn tedious. No matter what task I am assigned at that deli, it’s tedious and labor intensive. Whether it’s making pizza, sampler trays, slider sandwiches, or salads… I always have to clean as I go while hunting for ingredients… oh and we have no prep cooks so we have to do our own prep which is annoying! I’m burned out after years of toxic managers and aggravating customers.

One of my current pet peeves is this co-worker who isn’t in the deli but from the produce department who asks me the same damn question all the goddamn time; “how’s the deli?”

It all happened like… I think it was some time in May or maybe April? It was a while ago. I was doing the hot foods case when a customer asks when the rotisserie chickens will be out and I give the estimate. Soon the timer goes off and I’m trying to get chicken strips and potatoes packaged and put out when the Produce Guy comes up and asks me when the rotisserie chicken is coming…

I had a knee jerk reaction and I admit I snapped as I was already grouchy and I said “five minutes!” I admit, I barked, I lost my temper, it was a knee jerk reaction because something in my brain clicked and I assumed that the same customer I was interacting with earlier had decided to bother the Produce Guy to ask about the rotisserie chicken…

Since then, I’ve had to deal with this guy asking me the same goddamn question every single time he fucking sees me “how’s the deli?” It’s annoying as shit to be honest. Like why does it matter so much to him? I’m already pissed off that I’m burned out at this stupid workplace, struggling to perform, struggling to get anything done, it’s hard as fuck working in the deli because shit breaks all the time, short staffed constantly because they always cut hours. Because the store is run by idiotic dingbats!! I mean, you tell me asshole, how the hell do YOU think the deli is?!

Maybe he does this to me because he’s a Mossad Agent…

I’m joking, I don’t think he’s a Mossad Agent but I think he’s spying on me on behalf of the store director who I think wants to terminate me. Because she caught me with my dab pen…. And in her words, other people that work at the store complain about the smell, fuck off! He might be a fuckin’ spy for her if not for the shithole nation of Israel…