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ONLY NICE THINGS
16:06 / 19.07.02
Well, I have just waved away my co-worker, as he finishes his last day of employment at my office. Did I say my office? I of course mean me. I am now officially the only employee of my company, and my boss told me over drinks last night that he was no longer able to justify employing me full-time, and so I am now embarking on a fun-filled three-day week. Maybe things will change. Maybe they won't. I'm partially excited by the idea of more liberty and perhaps getting some rest, but also sneakingly aware that I am in need of that rest because I haven't had a day of non-legally mandated holiday, and the chances of getting anything resembling paid holiday without being incredibly traitorous and jobsworthy has just disappeared over the horizon. I'm also trying to work out how to live with suddenly noticeably less money, and what to do next.

Basically, I am scared. And tense. And exhausted.

And on Tuesday I get to meet an ex who is getting married and called me after two years of perfectly pleasant silence to ask me to return various oddments and keepsakes....so they can be burned. To be honest, I care not very much about the keepsakes or the ex, but it seems such an incredibly crap thing to do and a completely pointless waste of an evening and of money that suddenly I don't have.

So, gah, basically. Do you ever get that feeling of really not knowing what to do, and knowing that until you do know what to do, you won't be able to get the peace of mind and the rest that would allow you to work out what to do? How does one go on from there? Not used to not knowing things. It's destabilising. And poo.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
16:16 / 19.07.02
Huggles, Haus.

Job front: Can you score a little part-time work somewhere else? If I was you, I'd be using some of my newfound free-time to hit the job boards and find some sort of saftey-net.

Ornaments/keepsakes: A bit... well, odd, that. Couldn't you just send the ex a big box of ash? Or arrange for them to come round and pick the stuff up, if it's so important?

Gah: yes, don't know, and yes. And gah.
 
 
Higher than the sun :)
16:17 / 19.07.02
*pats Haus on head*

There there, come and talk to your auntie higher.

A) I am afraid I lack the necessary brain cells to understand exactly what you were getting at with the holidays thing - Are you not entitled to holiday pay Haus? Or are you entitled but to afraid too ask the boss?

B) What do you want to do with your life?

C) If she/he is really going to burn it, tell them to piss off.

D) What industry do you work in?
 
 
Bill Posters
16:20 / 19.07.02
Sheesh, sorry. That's rough.

And on Tuesday I get to meet an ex who is getting married and called me after two years of perfectly pleasant silence to ask me to return various oddments and keepsakes....so they can be burned.

Fuck. That's twisted.

Do you ever get that feeling of really not knowing what to do, and knowing that until you do know what to do, you won't be able to get the peace of mind and the rest that would allow you to work out what to do?

All the time. Which isn't much help and prolly reflects the nature of my work.

How does one go on from there? Not used to not knowing things. It's destabilising.

Try for some kinda postmodern faith in uncertainty approach, try to relish the instability, recognise that change is the only permanence and is not necessarily for the worst? Heraclitus, dear boy, think Heraclitus...
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
16:22 / 19.07.02
Hah. You can't step in the same pre-Socratic twice.

I probably just need a good night's sleep. And some huggles. And schnoogles.
 
 
Jack Fear
16:29 / 19.07.02
Not used to not knowing things. It's destabilising.

As unseemly as it may be, I must admit I felt a timy shard of schadenfreude on reading this, along with immense sympathy and compassion. (So sue me: I'm not a bodhisattva yet.)

It's a chaotic universe. You had to learn it some time: the later in life you learn it, the harder it hits.

So learn to surf. You needn't stay entirely upright, as long as you keep your head above water.

Do you ever get that feeling of really not knowing what to do...?

That feeling is pretty much my fallback state.

The only answer is to do something, preferably something out-of-character, rather than allow yourself to be paralyzed by uncertainty and habit.

Concrete advice: use your new free time to get your CV in order, and get the fuck out of your company ASAP. It's clearly a sinking ship, and you've been put in a position that is frankly untenable. On the one hand, you are presumably "indispensible" (I can't imagine you being otherwise): on the other, there's not enough work to justify keeping you on full-time.

Morally, it's "traitorous" for you to leave: financially, it's impossible for you to stay. An ethical quandary.

Get out. Go. Run, don't walk.
 
 
Thjatsi
16:30 / 19.07.02
I'm also curious about your profession.

Unfortunately, I can't offer any advice, since I've always had a generalized idea of what I should be doing.
 
 
Jack Fear
16:34 / 19.07.02
Oh, and as for the ex: tell her you discarded the keepsakes in question long, long ago, in as nonchalant and supercilious a manner as possible, as to make her feel verey foolish indeed for thinking you could ever want to hold onto such ludicrous ephemera. (She has no way of checking, does she? Or would mutual friends rat you out?)
 
 
The Apple-Picker
16:35 / 19.07.02
Try for some kinda postmodern faith in uncertainty approach, try to relish the instability, recognise that change is the only permanence and is not necessarily for the worst?

Well, this never works for me. My roommate tried to, ahem, console me with this stuff a few months ago. I thought of gnashing my teeth at her but decided that clenching my jaws shut would be wiser. I really just wanted her to try to empathize with me.

So, Haus, I'm sorry about the crappy employment situation. That sucks, and I hope that what-to-do-next presents itself soon. The whole ex deal surely doesn't make for any less stress.

Oh, and *huggles*.
 
 
The Apple-Picker
16:41 / 19.07.02
I will say though that Jack's advice to Get out. Go. Run, don't walk. sounds about right. I had a friend (another last surviving employee) who did an incredible amount of work for his company, and when they continued to NOT pay him, he quit--but this was after he had already stayed with them for far longer than they deserved. They still owe him several thousand dollars.
 
 
Abigail Blue
16:43 / 19.07.02
All kinds of sympathy, Haus. I once had an ex call to tell me that he was having a priest dissolve the bonds between us in some crazy-ass Catholic ritual. The break-up wasn't so bad, but the attempt to negate what had been was really awful. I'm sorry.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
16:57 / 19.07.02
Shit. Thought you sounded funny on the phone earlier... Take care, Haus, will hopefully have chance to buy the bets short term solution, beer, for you sometimes in very near future...
 
 
invisible_al
17:17 / 19.07.02
Well Haus at least you have 3 days a week to tide you over while you find a job. It could be a lot worse, you could work in a call center.

And you do sound as if you desperately need a break, this take no holiday culture we've got isn't good for us. So you've got time to go visting people, explore your local area, go to a library (just did this today, first time in a while, very pleasant), sit out in a park reading some of that large pile of books on the 'to read' pile.

You need to relax and re-supply before you can throw youself back into getting a new job, which is hard work in itself.

As for your ex, I find the word NO to be useful in situations such as this, people really should use it more often. Possibly should be used with your boss if he ever starts to take the piss, loyalty should run both ways and all that. Don't feel like a traitor for anything, you need to look after yourself.

And yes, Gah, oh yes old mates with Gah. Only advice is try and wait it out, work through it, read through it, walk through it, do what you can until Gah moves on and the storm blows itself out.

Hmmm thinking of Carter USM lyrics now...
 
 
grant
17:25 / 19.07.02
If the chaos is really getting to you LEAVE TOWN NOW. You've got trains, right? Use them. Go somewhere. Change of venue.
Yes, surf the chaos - but in order the catch the waves, you have to get out past the break and right now you're in the boneyard. Find the channel, paddle way the fuck out, and survey the situation.
Stay on your college roommate's couch. Stay with family. You've evidently got the time - a day or two should do nicely.

When faced with similar "not knowing" situations in my past, this approach has helped immensely.

I also find doing something utterly uncharacteristic helps, too, in much the same way (although less so). Check out a local Buddhist center, spend an evening conversing intensely with a distant acquaintance, switch channels from introvert to extrovert (or vice versa), that sort of thing.

If possible, give the ex something strange along with the keepsakes (presuming you don't follow prior advice) - something that is almost obviously not from your time together, but not quite.
She's evidently engaging in this exercise to free her mental bandwidth, you know "Oh, that's finally over," that kind of thing. By adding a new, unfamiliar element, you've instantly made a memory search almost mandatory. "Did we get that tiny Buddha in Chinatown? No, it wasn't that.... Party favor at mutual friend's going away? No.... Airline souvenir? No....." This can go on for months, under the right conditions.
And yes, I did win a medal for passive aggressive combat techniques. But we don't talk about those things.
 
 
Persephone
17:47 / 19.07.02
I'm on reduced hours, too, since last week. It's really rather nice --liberty and rest are very much what they're cracked up to be. A little less buttoning, a little less unbuttoning...

If possible, give the ex something strange along with the keepsakes

*snort!*

Yeh. Like lime shower gel.
 
 
YNH
17:55 / 19.07.02
huggles

schnoogles
 
 
that
18:04 / 19.07.02
good luck, Haus...
 
 
The Monkey
19:54 / 19.07.02
aarrgh. No practical advice worth the name, but I offer my empathy and huggles.
 
 
Ariadne
20:22 / 19.07.02
Ah shit, Haus, that's horrible.

It does sound like you're being a bit too nice all round. Your first loyalty has to be to yourself - if your employer is about to ditch you, don't hang about because you feel beholden - get yourself another job as fast as you can.

And tell the ex to get fucked. I mean, honestly. How ridiculous. If s/he wants the stuff, and you still have it, tell hir it'll be on the doorstep at 8pm Tuesday night.
 
 
Ganesh
11:47 / 20.07.02
Just look after yourself.
 
 
Naked Flame
12:12 / 20.07.02
It's at times like this that I find the best thing is just to go mad for a while. I find it deeply therapeutic. No special tools or equipment required, no need to share it with anyone if you don't want to, just pick a day and go nuts. It throws things into perspective.

Failing that, may I suggest hot chocolate and an evening of righteous self-pity, before emerging next morning as the New Incarnation of Super-Haus? I mean, you're a capable guy. The job thing isn't a death sentence, it's an opportunity for glory. Dream something up for your life and go do it. It's surprisingly easy once you get started.

As for the ex thing... as other posters have noted, the word no is there if you need it, and you're quite entitled to use it.
 
 
Lurid Archive
12:23 / 20.07.02
I'm going through kinda similar things myself. I know it can eat away at you, but I'm sure you'll find a way.

Huggles.
 
 
Ellis says:
12:40 / 20.07.02
I'm sorry Haus.

Just try to eat well, keep up your (physical) strength.


Huggle-Bomb.
 
 
Sax
13:43 / 20.07.02
The ex-thing does sound more distressing than you need stuff to be at the moment. How about you burn the stuff together? Or, as has been suggested, burn it yourself and post her the ashes.

On the jobs front, I'm not sure what you do but isn't it a reasonably optimistic sign that you're the last one there? I mean, you must be fairly indespensible... could help your bargaining position and is sure to impress potential future employers.

Good luck, anyway. Get keen again.
 
 
Seth
15:01 / 20.07.02
The best response I ever heard to a shitty ex situation was the offended party simply sending a blank sheet of paper by post to the offender, addressed as a normal letter.

Listen very carefully: I have nothing to say to you.

Of course, it helped that there was only one person the offender knew who would send them a letter from Australia. They may need some help in doing the math otherwise, which kinda defeats the object if you have to explain your clever statement.
 
 
Cat Chant
15:16 / 20.07.02
to ask me to return various oddments and keepsakes....so they can be burned.

Can you take comfort in the fact that this will almost certainly set up a very dangerous temporal anomaly in the manner of the Grandmother Paradox? I mean, this person is trading on the rapport between you & hir, dependent on your past relationship, in order to wipe out all traces of said past relationship. It will probably all end up with said person never having been born at all.

And, did you know you've got an acknowledgement in Nova's latest story for your Series 4 theory about the video game? If that doesn't cheer you up, I don't know what will.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
21:47 / 21.07.02
Really? Yay! Is there a link to it/ could you email it to me/ is it in print? Yahoo has locked me out again...

Thanks all - it turned out that a good nights sleep and some huggles and schnoogles were exactly what the doctor ordered, during which it occured to me that a) it was only for 7 weeks or so, before everything changes anyway, b) that 3 days in the week actually still pays me more than a lot of people I know who are managing to live in London and c) I am actually quite interested in not being perpetually exhausted and demoralised, and I think that a few more days of getting up late, going for walks, trying to remember how to write before my writer's block hits a full year, and general chillery would be a very good thing.

The grandmother paradox thing is an interesting one; especially as we never had much of a rapport to start with...more a series of errors of judgement. I wasn't very sane back then. My main feeling is mild irritation that I could have seen a friend that evening, or indeed my dear silver-haired mother, who is in town teaching, and instead I have to deal with somebody who is in effect at this point a total stranger's pre-marital angst.

Hey ho. It will be over and done with soon enough.

Thanks for the huggles and schnoogles, all. Much appreciated. I am just working out the details of the short-term plan at the moment...
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
21:50 / 21.07.02
Oh, and apologies for more-than-usual snarkiness at the arse end of last week. I even feel a little sorry for the Knodger.
 
 
Zen bullet
22:34 / 21.07.02
Ah now you're making me blush!

Hang on, what do you mean sorry?
 
 
Disco is My Class War
04:28 / 22.07.02
Haus, Haus, it all sounds nasty. Take care of yourself and remember that work is always evil, especially with no holiday pay, and that you are obviously eminently employable and could probably find another like that.

Otherwise, drink beer, I am finding it does wonders for me. And as someone who is now officially unemployed, the time really does you good. Walks in the park. Afternoon tea. Sleeping in. Worth a little less income, at times.

Sending my love, anyhow.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
11:35 / 22.07.02
Bless you, Disco.

Knodge. Yeah, basically sorry for, I think. Was considering this and....well, you just lead this life of Dickensian wretchedness. You work in a call centre somewhere in Wales. You very probably live with your parents (or more probably parent), without much in the way of supportive or nurturing relationships. You while away the empty hours by indulging in fantasies of sex, violence and sexual violence, dreaming of being a rebel, a misunderstood genius, a stud or a "gangster".

Meanwhile, your highest achievements so far have been a film that will never see the light of day and managing to convince pretty well the entire membership of a bulletin board which makes inclusivity and tolerance almost a fetish that you are not worth speaking to.

It's good that you're travelling. It might be broadening. Huggles for Mr. Knodge.
 
 
Jack Fear
11:40 / 22.07.02
Now that's the Haus we know and love.
 
 
Shortfatdyke
11:47 / 22.07.02
hugs for haus.

can you afford to work three days a week? that's what i'm on. i take home £800 a month and am fairly on the skint side but the plus side is well worth it - time to write (and i'm writing heaps now), and do stuff other than work. whatever you want - and you'd be surprised at how much you can do for free. priorities change, life slows down a bit and become more pleasurable.

although if you have a huge fuck-off rent, this will be small comfort.
 
 
Ganesh
11:49 / 22.07.02
Have you tried begging? Loadsamoney!
 
 
The sundance kid
12:05 / 22.07.02
Vengeance!

Damn you Haus. You made me break into my last dozen suits. At this rate I'll be gone by November.
 
  

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