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Well, obviously I'm not currently in receipt of it due to my appeal, but still. When I first started claiming, people were often rude and insulting towards me because of it, but as my illness progressed and I pretty much withdrew from the world, I thought at least I wouldn't have to listen to it any more. But today I'm even getting it at home from my landlady.

She gave her daughter £20K for a house deposit last year. She couldn't afford it, she put it on a credit card, at least most of it. Now she's in debt and complains about it constantly. She sucks up to her daughter and then takes her frustrations out on me. Just now she was on the phone to her daughter, and her daughter was telling her about how she has a holiday planned, after just coming back from abroad, and has just bought a new expensive bike, and been out partying, etc, all kinds of expensive things. And my landlady was cooing "Ooh how lovely!" and acting all nice about it.

As soon as she got off the phone, she started angrily having a go at me, saying when my benefits are reinstated and I've paid off the rent debt that's racking up, she's putting my rent up by 50% as she needs the money. I didn't feel this was fair and said it's not my fault she's in debt, she shouldn't have given her daughter £20K if she couldn't afford it. She started yelling, "She needs a house, and she works for her money! You don't even work for yours!"

And talking about how it's her money anyway as she used to be a taxpayer and my benefits come out of taxes. Well, I used to be a taxpayer too before becoming disabled.

It sounds pathetic but I feel like crying now. I've got no-one to talk to in real life. I haven't spoken to anyone but my horrid landlady, medical staff and delivery drivers in years. It just drives home that everyone from the DWP to the government to the general public thinks I'm undeserving of even the basic necessities of life and a burden to everyone. They act like benefit claimants are living it up, having a wonderful time, when the reality is reassessments on average every 2 years for me, appeals, and having to beg for every little thing.

If it wasn't for this site I would have ended it by now, this is the only place I have for friendship, emotional support and financial help. But even here I have to repost over and over on mutual aid when I need something, wondering if I'll be able to get the things I need. And forget ever having anything just for fun or pleasure, or to make life worthwhile, that's a distant dream. I try to convince myself that I'll get my benefits reinstated and then I'll be able to do the online art course I want to take and join the Order of Druids, but in reality who knows if I'll win my appeal or if I'll even by able to do anything after a 50% rent increase.

I don't understand why they won't just legalise assisted suicide for the disabled, nobody wants us anyway. And I hate those stupid cancer adverts for macmillan and cancer research, showing cancer patients surrounded by caring loved ones, showered with support and given all the help they need. It's not like that at all. At first people are shocked by your diagnosis and sympathetic but as your illness wears on and you get worse people get tired of you and can't be bothered with you any more. The country doesn't want to pay for you, the NHS waiting list is a million years long so your condition ends up worse than it had to be, and everyone treats you like scum because you don't work any more.

And I get blamed for my landlady's debt, just like the disabled in general get blamed for the country's debt. The disabled are accused of bankrupting the country with the benefits bill while MPs give themselves a payrise. I get told my benefits aren't my money anyway and that I'll have to pay more while my landlady almost bankrupted herself by giving her daughter a house deposit and wasting a fortune on horses and her estranged husband's nonsense (don't even get me started on that, it's an absolutely infuriating story.)

The daughter might work for her money but she also has a life, fun, holidays, family and friends. They act like I'm so lucky I get "free money" from other people, but what has that cost me? It's cost my life - I have nothing worthwhile, no fun, no friends, no freedom and nothing to look forward to. And everyone treats me like something they found on the bottom of their shoe - I have no other use to society so I might as well be used as society's punchbag.

I try so hard to find things to live for but at moments like this I wonder why I even bother.

So I have a large rat on my left arm, elbow to shoulder, and i want to turn it into a half sleeve with a burning city in the background. Grey scale with flame highlights.

But I can't decide what city or what type of buildings. My first thought was generic modern sky scrapers. Now I'm leaning maybe towards symbols of empires throughout the world and history. Like a japanese castle, an Aztec temple , the Parthenon and of course the statue of liberty, not sure what else. Any suggestions for specific buildings or imperial styles?

My paycheck did not deposit. My employer has asked for an additional week to pay me for this week in addition to next weeks wages. He also informed me he will pay me an additional weeks pay if I will stay on. My first phone calls were to the other plumbers at the shop. They didn't get paid either. They intend to sit it out and see what happens. This is their first time dealing with a negligent employer. I know better. The owner of the shop showed up to work this past Monday with another quad cab GMC Sierra Denali, a 90k truck.

My next two phone calls were to the general contractors I am to meet this morning to go over change orders and arrange heavy equipment for excavating, and inform them I am no longer in my current job and they will need to call the (former) office to get it sorted. I do not replace pipes that transfer shit and other human waste for funsies.

Looks like it's a three day weekend instead. Time to get my posting numbers up. Monday I'll be calling other plumbers to see if there's a spot available elsewhere.

cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/5319202

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Hello comrades,

Four months ago, I joined this space in search of hope and many of you truly changed our lives. When I first posted about the danger we faced as trans refugees in Gorom Camp, you responded with kindness, care, and solidarity.

But today, on World Refugee Day, that hope was violently shaken.

This morning, the host community and others launched a serious attack. Our shelters were burned down. We fled with nothing. Two of my sisters were injured in the chaos.

We are now in hiding. We’re exhausted. We’re terrified. But we’re still here.

I'm sharing video footage of what happened today not to shock, but because we need you to see our reality.

We need urgent mutual aid to help us relocate to a safer place.

Our mutual aid link will be in the comments.

Thank you for any support donation, share, or boost. 💙🏳️‍⚧️

Well where has sobriety taken me recently?

At work, I got an item on the upcoming fall menu. My boss ended up putting his own version of the recipe up for it, but my idea still got used, so I thought that was pretty fuckin cool. I'm also now dependable enough to get a fuckton of extra hours. I was already one of the best workers here, even when I was constantly hungover and withdrawaling, but now that I can consistently show up to shifts I'm allowed to work whatever shifts I want to. I'm gonna get overtime for the first time in forever this week

As far as home life goes, being at sober living is still awful, but I got back on the dating apps this past couple weeks and it's going really well. I've just been open about being in recovery and most of the people I talk to just think it's cool that I'm actually working on myself like that. Got some people I'm talking to more casually and a couple that I'm interested in making something happen long term with.

Medically, things are better than ever. I've only had 1 seizure since I've been sober and on seizure meds and I'm being seen by a neurologist now. I also have my appointment to start hormones next month! I can no longer help people with DIY like I used to because sober living, but I'm helping other people get it started up to replace me and that's really cool. Not that it's particularly hard to do, but having someone show you how to do it helps.

How are y'all today? :)

It was 15 bean soup and I was look oh hee hee hoo hoo what if I sipped on the dried bean water. Forgot it had kidney beans. Might explode out the ass later. Wish me luck

PSA about kidney bean poisoning I guess

If Donny Dealz does drag us into another war in the middle east, is that the death of MAGA or will the chuds triple down and say this is 4D3D3D3D Chess and refill your popcorn bucket because any second now white people will rule the world again?

Has anyone ever woken up and decided to drop their klan robes and become a Marxist? Or quit the SS and a year later joining worker picket lines?

I've decided I want to become a Druid, if I win my benefit appeal I'm going to join the Order of bards, Ovates and Druids. Their chief wrote this essay on Druidism and politics, which I thought some here might find interesting. It's leftist:

https://philipcarr-gomm.com/essay/druidry-politics/

It was horrible but not nearly as horrible as I was led to believe. Too bad we dont do laughing gas here, its only syringe anesthesia

hi comrades I've been on this site with various accounts since it was a subreddit and I've just returned after deleting my last account a few months back

some time ago I posted about being unemployed for a long time and lacking the motivation to find work and just generally being alienated and having no direction in life. a lot of kind people had great advice, and shout out to the person in particular who suggested postal work, whoever you are! that planted the seed in my brain and the more I thought about it, the more sense it made to me. and now I've just received a job offer to become a mail carrier! I will be out in the real world, serving the public, getting exercise, and most importantly, not having to work for porky

it will be a difficult road ahead, this is a radical change in lifestyle but that's exactly what I needed and I'm looking forward to accepting the challenge

PS any advice from other postal worker comrades is very much welcome, as this line of work is very much new to me!

so many companies have no sort of actual user support anymore, they make you message them on twitter, instagram, facebook etc. i've even seen companies direct customer service to threads, and i don't even think anyone uses threads.

for my case, i barely play battlefield. about a year and a half ago i found myself suddenly unable to join BoB community servers, i assumed it's cause i was trolling some maga guy in the text chat and was banned for that. i figured whatever and since have been playing on the official DICE servers. a few nights ago i decided to play again for the first time in a few months and i found not only am i banned from the BoB servers, i'm banned from all the community servers. i found out there's something that tracks reasons for battlefield bans, so i look myself up on that, and i was banned for being reported for cheating. the support for this claim is that with the lewis gun 78% of my kills are headshots. but all in all i have like a 15% accuracy rate. i have no clue how that seems suspicious, but the user support to deal with this is, i had to join the BFban discord server, and "make a ticket", and each message takes several days before i get a reply. and how do you even prove you didn't do something?

what kind of user experience is this? i paid money for a game, some random person falsely reported me for some shit, and now my experience is completely fucked because i can only play in official servers which ARE full of cheaters.

wondering what anyone else's worst customer/user experience has been in this new level of capitalist hell where you don't actually own anything and can't actually use anything you pay for?

🤔

350gb so far. Shooting for 500+. I'm only 6 days into my new bill. Never let your dreams be dreams.

I went to the hardware store to get a couple of tools for a project and rang up some paint, tape and furniture rollers.

Everything went smoothly. I chatted a bit with the cashier while waiting for the paint to mix and exchanged some job talk, as we've both worked in the trades.

Pretty normal so far. I pay for my stuff, and put the roller in my side pocket and give it a pat, out of habit.

The painting tape goes in my other pocket, and I give it a pat, and I grab the paint.

He hands me the receipt, and having no space left, I shove it into my back pocket while turning to walk out.

My hand goes a bit too fast, and I accidentally slap my booty so loud it reverberates throughout the store.

My cheeks are still jiggling as I look back and lock eyes with the cashier. He saw it. He heard it. I just loudly spanked my own ass in front of this dude and he's staring back with a look of profound confusion.

I skedaddle the fuck out of there, cheeks red. I can never return.

Ninety nine bottles
Of beer on the wall, ninety
Nine bottles of beer.

The plural, of course, is karens rather than *karener, because we need to add new irregular plurals at every opportunity.

Likewise, the pronunciation, of course, is a Norwegian approximation of the English pronunciation, because we need to add new irregular spellings at every opportunity, too.

And the meaning, of course, is the watered-down sense of the word which has already proliferated across the Anglosphere, and is not only a far cry from the original meaning of the term rooted in the lived experience of New Afrikans... But is also entirely redundant except to repackage misogyny for a new generation.

The best part is that karen and karens are (in spelling) already words in Norwegian, meaning "the guy" and "the guy's" respectively. Because more homographs is exactly what we need in the language where the N word and "to negate" are spelled the same.

God help us all.

Note: The earliest uses of karen in Norwegian were years ago. A country that's like 90% extremely-high-proficiency ESL speakers is naturally going to soak up L2 slang basically as quickly as it emerges. Yet I have somehow managed to avoid actually running into karen in any Norwegian texts in the wild until just now, which probably says something about just how little I read in Norwegian compared to English.

Lots of protests, lots of people willing to go out and disrupt cities and force the state to listen. Great! I know Americans suffer under a fascist police state, commit genocides, underfund public services, ooh - they have a shitty bourgeois democratic system, maybe they're protesting to fix that, or maybe they're demanding free healthcare, that's long overdue. No, I know, it'll be about the insane amount of school shootings, or serious police violence. I know the LA riots started against ICE, that's cool, so maybe they're protesting for actually fair justice! That'd be a step forward.

Whatever they're protesting, they seem to be in huge numbers, so they'll probably make an actual effort to disrupt things. Occupy buildings. You know, some sort of direct action, they can't all stand around pointlessly. Anyway, enough anticipation let's go look and find out

Oh, the protests are just "Trump bad" in another form. And they're decrying all forms of violence. And the police are literally collaborating with some. Oh.

Americans really took all these years of mistreatment, fascism, genocide with their tax dollars, deliberately being made poorer year after year, violent suppression, being allowed to die in droves, and the mass culmination of that is.. "trump bad, also be polite while saying it"??? And then the protests are used as an excuse to tighten the fascism.

I can't wrap my head around it. Millions(?) of people coming out to protest, and the overwhelming demand is 'replace orange man with another genocidal fascist pls'. ie. basically for nothing to change whatsoever.

At least leftists try to get the fucking goods. Lib organising is the worst.

EDIT: I'mma just be clear - protesting ICE is extremely cool and not the part I'm complaining about.

Politics have consequences. When elected politicians vote to arms ongoing genocide, people die. When elected politicians vote to deny people healthcare, people die. Politics and its consequences is inherently violent. . If you want nonviolence take up rattan basket weaving

Like I would have months where I would take out a big pile of cash once and never use my bank card. Other times, I would have certain sides of town where I would use cash only or card only and switch it. I told myself I was playing 'opsec games'. Stupid stupid stupid.

Sometimes I like to laugh. Even since being diagnosed with ADHD, I will dogmatically stick to these bizarre ideas that come to me on a lark. Thankfully, I was able to talk myself out of train hopping with no real purpose or preparation. I've also completely avoided tattoos.

I’m estranged from my family and have been for 10 years. I found out the police were trying to get a hold of me, but couldn’t because I am in Spain now.

Knowing his history and long term struggle with mental illness, it’s most likely suicide. I really, really hope it’s not something worse.

I tried calling the police department and they’re so, so fucking dumb.

Me: “Hi I’m calling in regards to a missing person’s case. I heard that the detective was trying to get a hold of me?”

Pig: Huh? Missing person’s case?

Me: Yeaaaaahhhh??? He went missing 2.5 months ago.

Pig: So are you reporting someone missing or are you asking about someone missing?

Me: ????????? I’m asking about someone missing [Brother Name]

Pig: Oh. Let me look. It up…. Yes SHE went missing.

Me: Huh? You mean HE.

Pig: Looks like they were found, can I do anything else for you?

Me: Uh, no, that’s great to hear. Thanks.

——- 5 minutes later ———

Pig: SOOOOO I was wrong she I mean he are still missing.

Me: OK? Sooo.

Pig: The detective will want to talk to you. I’ve sent this number to the detective. They will call you back.

——— 1 Hour Later ———

Sergeant Pig: This is Sergeant Pig, what do you want? (WOW, PROFESSIONAL.)

Me: I’m calling about my missing brother, he’s my sibling. I heard the detective was looking for me.

Him: Oh. Who is he again?

Me: [Brother Name]

Sergeant Pig: Oh yeah he’s still missing. Give me your e-mail and I’ll have the detective contact you.

Me: [Gives e-mail]

Sergeant Pig: [Doesn’t check spelling] OK I got it I will let the detective know and they’ll contact you. (Click)

I still haven’t heard back and I need to call again. Double bonus, I am AFAB and the local press referred to me as the “niece” who possibly kidnapped my brother. (Press was talking to my aunt) SUPER.

ACAB.

Anyway, feels like shit. Even if we hadn’t spoken in a long time because our mother is a monster. Part of me knew it would end like this, but it’s still shit. Don’t know how to feel. I’ve been vaping too much, but I’ve been avoiding alcohol and I’ve been trying to keep up with things because I don’t have the space to sink over this.

Is there anyone here that I can stand on so that I'll look taller?