Fucking HELL I'm fed up: How are YOU doing?

[Poirots BigGarlickyCorpse]

I was wondering how a weed simulator would work when you mentioned it elsewhere.

Think I'll just watch more Trailer Park Boys.

It's p good actually, different customers want different strains which all have different ideal grow conditions and each level has different goals. Plus the cops raid you periodically. I love management sims and I really enjoy this one.

[flotemysost]

I was meant to be doing the 'Bermondsey Beer Mile' brewery crawl today for my birthday, but instead I think I'm gonna walk to Stave Hill, walk up the hill, look at stuff for a bit, walk down the hill and go home. And then probably drink some beers at home.

One of my friends just texted her commiserations but it autocorrected to 'Bermondsey Beer Mike', making me wonder if Legend Gary has got a banker mate living in London.

[Ferris]

I was wondering how a weed simulator would work when you mentioned it elsewhere.

Think I'll just watch more Trailer Park Boys.

Mrs Ferris went to high school with Trevor, and took a dance course taught by Cory. I may have that the wrong way round.

Must watch Countdown to Liquor Day again.

[Mr_Simnock]

fine thanks

[Sebastian Cobb]

Mrs Ferris went to high school with Trevor, and took a dance course taught by Cory. I may have that the wrong way round.

Must watch Countdown to Liquor Day again.

Trevor's a teacher now isn't he.

I bet he gets really fed up when pupils discover TPB.

[Brundle-Fly]

I chatted to an old mate yesterday and asked him how he was financially coping. He replied that his new job (he's usually a chippy for a theatre) was earning him more money than he's ever made before. He said he'd put a word in for me. Unfortunately, I don't quite have the mettle to work in a mortuary. He added that he couldn't really talk about stuff but did mention a couple of gruesome details about the current situation. Apparently, we 'don't know the half of it.' I really was considering this vocational move to face my fears about dealing with death and frankly, I could do with the dosh but chickened out after he revealed he was traumatised after the first week of shifting cadavers but now is completely desensitised. Vantablack humour gets them through.

[phes]

Pretty fed up. I decided to not drink this weekend. Usually the socialising, the enjoying the drinks with and around others, those couple of hours high followed by the couple of hours drunken escapism is just what's needed at the end of the week and outvalues the flatness and borderline depression of the day after. It just isn't working like this. I'm living alone through this and feel very grateful that alcohol has usually been a springboard to improve or change a night and my response to things getting properly bad seems to be to protect my mental health. I feel for anyone whose tendancy is the opposite (when it isn't working for them)

[shiftwork2]

I chatted to an old mate yesterday and asked him how he was financially coping. He replied that his new job (he's usually a chippy for a theatre) was earning him more money than he's ever made before. He said he'd put a word in for me. Unfortunately, I don't quite have the mettle to work in a mortuary. He added that he couldn't really talk about stuff but did mention a couple of gruesome details about the current situation. Apparently, we 'don't know the half of it.' I really was considering this vocational move to face my fears about dealing with death and frankly, I could do with the dosh but chickened out after he revealed he was traumatised after the first week of shifting cadavers but now is completely desensitised. Vantablack humour gets them through.

Mr Eggs of this parish is redeployed to cremations.  I'm hoping he posts more about it.  Always impressed by the humane treatment by bereavement services, they treat the punters like people which of course they are.  Mortuary staff are known for bizarrely upbeat personalities hence why I always imagine Zoe Ball - quite thick, very energised - to be perfect for opening up a rib cage with a circular saw with a big smile, before tipping the organs into a yellow bucket.

[Shoulders?-Stomach!]

Mortuary staff are known for bizarrely upbeat personalities hence why I always imagine Zoe Ball - quite thick, very energised - to be perfect for opening up a rib cage with a circular saw with a big smile, before tipping the organs into a yellow bucket.

I laughed

[Brundle-Fly]

I laughed

It actually turned me on.

[Dex Sawash]

Ate too much halloumi for lunch then and got my Gear VR out of closet and working with old phone. Not feeling well at all now.

[Jittlebags]

Last time I had some halloumi (deep fried coated with sweet chilli), a fucking wasp stang me on the lip. The black and yellow, stripey bastard.

Speaking of which. I tried deep frying some (in a wasp free zone), but it sort of disolved. Must be some minimum oil temperature requirement.

[jobotic]

Proper shakey today.

This is going on for months and months isn't it? Unable to see those we love all with a background of death and misery and economic collapse.

Will there even be a fucking vaccine?

[Shoulders?-Stomach!]

I don't quite have the mettle to work in a mortuary.

Foundry

[Dex Sawash]

I've had a bowl of grits and a short lie down and I'm back on top. Bring on the jaspers.

[Danger Man]

Doing really well to be honest.

I dread going back to normality......

[Spiteface]

Let's just say, this isn't what I had in mind.

My mum died in February. I mentioned it in Madhair's thread. Funeral was last month, then I was fucking off to Japan for a holiday (booked last year - went from a thing I wanted to something I needed). I thought when I got home, that would be when I could start moving on, or moving on as much as one can do when you've lost a parent. I'd work out stuff with my stepfather (who I still live with) about paying bills and shit. I'd get back to work, and that would help somewhat. The people I work with, I get on with at the very least and they've all been amazing with me through everything.

Then I come home right as the UK went into lockdown. I could have still gone into work, but doing so would put my asthmatic 60-year old stepfather at risk. So I chose not to. I have money, so things aren't too bad there.

So I'd been off work since mid-March. Got back from Japan end of the month. I've felt like my life has been on hold for the last few months.

To cap it all, earlier in the week, I get a phone call from my employment agency, that they've had to lay me off. P45 in the post.

Now, I've been in touch with one of my bosses via Facebook. She has an idea of when work will pick up, and she's even told me, I'd be needed. I'm actually good at what I do. When I'd be needed, fuck knows. I live and work in a part of Wales that's a bloody covid hotbed.

Wondering whether to even try signing on in the meantime.

[Danger Man]

My mum died in February.

Snap!

[Cloud]

Will there even be a fucking vaccine?

Isn't that the question... AUIU while people say "this is no flu" to stop people playing it down, it's more like the common cold's evil cousin.  We have never had a vaccine for that, but is that because it's (as good as) impossible, because it's low priority due to being relatively harmless, or we actually like having it around as it "proves" to other viruses that being relatively harmless is the best way for them to survive? (I'm not sure that's how selection works but...)

If a vaccine isn't forthcoming we either continue with increasingly strict isolation for fuck knows how long to try and stamp it out (if it's even possible at this stage), or hope it sort of "gets the message the common cold did about not killing your host" and mutates into something less deadly, or accept a fuckton of death and misery for that herd immunity idea.  I think they're aiming for herd immunity route but with lockdown for a few months to spread out the death so that the health services don't get overwhelmed.  The same thing but without extra deaths of people who couldn't get on a ventilator.

[Ferris]

Found a relatively simple way to play baseball as 2 player tabletop RPG. Happy as a pig in shit.

[chveik]

are pigs actually happy in shit?

[Buelligan]

Ask Blods.  I'm thinking it depends on the personality of the pig, half-full or half-empty?

[BlodwynPig]

Ask Blods.  I'm thinking it depends on the personality of the pig, half-full or half-empty?

As you know, pigs are very clean animals.. they like mud as their skin (like yours truly) is prone to burning in the sun and don't have hippo-powers of suncream manufacturing.

As for herd immunity - fuck that. we know nothing or little about immunity to this at present. Fuck it. Fuck it to hell. People already breaking the lockdown rules en masse to buy paint stripper at B&Q, this is the real English spirit, not that compassionate clapping shit

[greencalx]

I think I could happily let this roll indefinitely if I didn't have an 8-year child who is starting the climb the walls with boredom or if I was being paid 80% of my salary to do fuck all.

[Emma Raducanu]

I'm being paid 80% of my salary to do fuck all but I'm growing increasingly stressed about the idea my job will no longer exist in a few months.

[phes]

I'm going to watch Clerks. Simple times

[Icehaven]

The good - Working from home but not much to do so it's more like checking emails while watching TV from home; saving loads of money; not feeling my usual contradictory thing of feeling I should socialise even when I don't want to, but like I'm missing out if I don't; cooking more; occasionally annoying downstairs neighbours disappeared 4 weeks ago; generally I quite like sitting around at home not doing much and that's mostly all I can do at the moment.

The bad - Can't see my elderly Mum; worrying about the health of my elderly Mum; worrying about the health of other  people I know, and people in general; living in a flat with no garden or outside space at all; and subsequently the unbelievably, piss-takingly good weather we're having; miss my band mates and all our gigs have been cancelled; having to dodge the surprising/unsurprisingly high number of inconsiderate cunts who don't give a shit about social distancing when having to go to the shops; drinking too much because there's nothing else to do of an evening; miss pubs.

So swings and roundabouts.

[good times]

Fucking sick of quizzes and seeing people's posts about jigsaws and food deliveries.

Sick of seeing people's stupid fucking faces from the zoom angle/distance with  the crap picture quality and sound quality literally every time you turn on the TV and every time you "go" to work.

Sick of hearing about colleague's kids and pets. Sick of eating the same food and thick cunts in supermarkets.

Sick also of doing the same three walks, and also feeling compelled to do one of them daily.

Best bits are doing minimal work, having an excuse to sit in the sun pretty much all day and getting to do loads of exercise. Also not having to come up with ideas of things to do at the weekend.

Overall I'm dearly looking forward to it being over, and check the news hopefully at 3pm every day for some signs of a slow down but it doesn't seem to really be happening.

[Sebastian Cobb]

Last night I got really peckish and had already eaten my dinner, couldn't be greedy and have anything else as 2 meals left in the freezer and I need them so I can get through the weekend without having to hit the shops.

So, as a late night snack I microwaved some peas in a mug and had them with hp sauce.

[Blue Jam]

I'm being paid 80% of my salary to do fuck all but I'm growing increasingly stressed about the idea my job will no longer exist in a few months.

I'm being paid 100% of my salary to do fuck-all but I am also worried that I'll be getting paid fuck-all to do fuck-all when my contract ends, because by that time there will be no jobs for any life scientists who aren't virologists.