Life Freakin' SUCKS! by jossisagod

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Life Freakin' SUCKS!

POSTED BY: JOSSISAGOD
UPDATED: Monday, February 5, 2007 17:24
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Tuesday, January 16, 2007 10:48 AM

I'm posting this here, cause I don't want to bother with posting a blog. I've just spent the last six hours working on assignments for my Document Processing class. About half way through I realized that the course was all busy work and I wasn't learning a damn thing! I tried to tell this to my father, and after he blew up in my face, because, and I quote, "have no saleable skills." he's shut himself in his room, and I'm wondering why I didn't go to Driver's Education in highschool so I could get out of this ass end of nowhere town I live in, and actually get "Saleable skills."

Life is

! or so the anarchists say.

Fe'nos Tol
JOSSIS(Most Definitely)AGOD

Self appointed Forsaken! Been on the list for a while now!

98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
"Look at me, I'm STUPID!" The Doctor.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007 12:17 PM

WHOOPS

Im afraid i dont know what Document Processing is but iv been doing my course for about a year and a half just over probably and i havent learnt a dam thing lmao

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"Love. You can do all the math in the 'Verse, but you take a boat in the air you
don't love, she'll shake you off sure as a turnin' of worlds. Love keeps her in
the air when she oughtta fall down. Tells you she's hurtin' 'fore she keens.
Makes her a home." Mal

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007 5:16 PM

JOSSISAGOD

In case you were wondering, Document Processing, is learning how to type "Official" documents. Basically how to space them, how to head them, and how to type them faster. Apparently I need it to get my Microsoft Certification, which will give me a piece of paper saying that I "officially" know how to do the things I learned in my twelve years of public shcool.

Fe'nos Tol
JOSSIS(Most Definitely)AGOD

Self appointed Forsaken! Been on the list for a while now!

98% of teens have smoked pot, if you are one of the 2% that haven't, copy this into your signature.
"Look at me, I'm STUPID!" The Doctor.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007 5:22 PM

TRAVELER

Hello Jossisagod:

Please don't think I am being a smart ass. You have every right to rant. I just want to let you know you are not alone. So I wrote you this story to let you know I understand. Just know there are people who care and there are always possiblities. The following is about my dad who was born to a poor family in Nebraska during the Depression.

My dad sprayed orange trees with pesticides in California before World War II. It was cobsidered good money in those days. He was born and raised in Nebraska. There was very little work to be had in Nebraska during the Depression. So every year he and some of his friends would pool there money together for gas to drive out to California to get work. That is where he was when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7th. Two years later he was a navigator in a B-17 bomber over Berlin when it got hit. He could here the pilot yelling, "Get him out of the ball." The belly gunner is not the best place to be when you plane is falling apart. The bombardier beat my dad to the hatch. But the bombardier was trying to open it against the pressure of the air flowing past the plane at 200 plus miles per hour. No way that hatch was going to open! My dad grabbed the bombardier and pulled him aside and yanked the emergency release. This blows the hatch right off the plane. And then my dad grabbed the bombardier again and shoved him out of the plane and followed right behind him. Four crewmembers died when the plane exploded. Dad spent six months or more in a prison camp until the Russians arrived. My dad would never talk about he Russians.

Years later my dad would become a raving alcohlic with half his brain cells gone. He loved to call people up on the phone in the middle of the night and curse them out and blame them for his lousy life. I know because he did it to me a lot. He died at age 58. No job. No family. Just a cheap suit and and his old Air Corp uniform. The uniform hangs in my closet now.

Is life fair? No.

For myself, I have to accept what life has given me and do my best. I have issues with anger and depression. I became an alcoholic myself and stopped drinking in 1987. I am lucky. I was one hell of a bad ass drunk. I have lost many jobs for all sorts of reasons. But I go out and find another.

Never give up. That is what I have to tell myself a lot. Keep trying. I have had to learn new skills because of this computer age. I do things at my job I never dreamed of when I first entered a drafting position back in 1973. Keep it simple and keep moving forward and if you have to rant once in a while, well I do to. I rant a lot. Just take a deep breath and know you are worth it and you can get it done.

So take care and don't give up;
Traveler

Traveler

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Saturday, January 27, 2007 6:10 AM

LITTLEALBATROSS29

Traveler..

thank you for shairng your story..*hugs*

Bryce

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back; a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. -Anais Nin

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Monday, February 5, 2007 4:20 PM

TRAVELER

Hello LittleAlbatross:

I almost forgot about this Posting. I hust wanted Jossisagod not to think he is alone. My family history is not the best and I have had my share of hard knocks. When I think of my father's Alcoholism and its effects on our family I also try to remember his history. My father would rather have been anywhere but over Berlin during World War Two. He fought for the freedoms I have today and went through it as a hero. His alcoholism is a disease, which I share.
I am one of the lucky few who found sobriety.

So when my thoughts go to that place where the hurt resides over my father's behavior I try to remember that he did not start a family just to abuse us. Alcoholism is the real bad guy here and not my father.

One thing I have learned in life is, we all have difficult times. It may be different and for some it may be easier or harder to deal with. I just know we share them and that we have to do our best to overcome them. It can be done and has been over and over again.

Thank you for your post LittleAlbatross. You have always been kind. You and others like yourself make this a great site to belong to. I am glad I discovered Firefly just to have had the chance to meet such wonderful people as yourself.

Take Care;
Traveler

Traveler

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Monday, February 5, 2007 5:24 PM

LITTLEALBATROSS29

Traveler,

I always look forward to your posts.I see something of a kindred spirit in you

My mother's disease is pill addiction and depression. I too have to try to remember all the time that no matter what she does , it isn't because of me or anything to do with me , really.I even encourage her to have a relationship with my childern, albeit, a limited one.I never thought that would happen, ever.Amazing what time and a bit of growing up can do !

Good for you a million times over for fighting your demons, and keeping on .I'm glad to have met you , as well.

And please come back to the nutcases , you're sorely missed !

Bryce
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Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back; a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. -Anais Nin

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