11:24 pm
11/17/25
It’s been a wild month. Work has been insane. That one guy that got mad at me for telling him our boss wants him to park his bicycle outside; started some shit again. The dude likes to talk and I had him working on a pallet. I told him this is the tracking label for broken items and these extra ones are for the carts.
He went on about how I wasn’t pointing at them when he had several in front of him. That turned into him raising his voice when I explained to him that the extra ones are for the carts. He storms off saying he can’t work for me.
Fine. I told him I’m not holding his hand and it’s his money. I just need him to focus on the job.
He comes back later on and asks if I’m going to allow him to work. I told him again that I don’t control his money and explain the whole tracking label thing, again.
Like dude, do your job and stop talking. We had so much shit that needed to get done and that took up a good ten minutes.
Time, IS money.
Joker and I had a pregnancy scare and she hasn’t been the same since then. She wanted the baby or ghost baby. What do you call that? I don’t want any right now and not with her at this time.
Since then we haven’t spoken and kind of went our own ways. I saw her a week ago, two weeks ago? The time is all blending together with the headaches of work.
She started smelling like weed and just came off as super depressed. I wanted to say something but, I’m not good at cheering people up.
I may have been sad also and ate a crap ton of ramen. I got more today and I’ve gained 20 pounds.
TWENTY. POUNDS.
Let that sink in.
A coworker asked me if I had been hitting the gym still and I asked them if they could tell I was fat. They said yes, by a lot.
It’s so bad I have to wear hoodie sweatshirts because none of shirts fit. I look like a fat sausage when I try to wear a shirt.
I was at 170 and now I’m at 190.
Work has been so stressful. I don’t know where to fit in the gym. I have the worst schedule and it all sounds like excuses but, it is mentally wearing me down.
Being mentally exhausted is a WHOLE different kind of tired. I don’t get it. I don’t know how to get out of this funk. Even now my gym clothes are drying and I don’t want to go.
Last night I got ready and I hit my knee on my cabinet handle and took it as a sign to buy snacks and play Xbox.
One of the new guys who is dating the girl who wanted me dead, her sister is his girlfriend. He’s pretty nice. He does steroids and works out. He looks like those muscle statues from the past. Nice guy. He told me to try some supplements and oral steroids to help with my weight loss and low testosterone. Because I’m old.
Before I do anything, I’m going to do it the same way I did two years ago. Hot the gym for two hours straight, six days a week.
How? I don’t know. As I said a little while ago, in in a funk and my schedule doesn’t help.
I’ll attempt to do something.
ICE is here rounding up people.
It’s weird. I’m not an illegal, but a few started calling a cop racist for telling a 19 year old kid that he’s going back to Mexico.
To give you some context, he was driving recklessly and got pulled over. The car was a Mustang. When he got to the window it smelled like weed and he asked who was smoking. He acted like he didn’t know English and it made the cop mad. He asked if he had a driver’s license and the kid didn’t, he said he was here illegally. So he arrested him and asked him why would he let him go. He was a little rude but at the same time, the dude was smoking and driving, and operating a vehicle with no license and he was here illegally.
It’s like…dude. No.
My mum and I talked about this and the thing is that they’ll come here and think it’s Mexico or whatever. That they can do what they did down there, here. It’s sad.
Oh, I almost impaled my ass hole.
A few days ago I bought a bike and I thought I’d bike to work every other day to help with my weight loss. I was so fat the seat clamp broke and it came slamming down with me on it. It was a mountain bike!! Brand new too! So I returned it.
My gym clothes are done so I’m off to the gym. Maybe. I say that and I may roll over and go back to bed or cook up fried ramen.
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