Why don't these things write themselves?
I'm applying for a position at work (highly doubtful that I'll get it, but we'll see) and, not having applied for anything in over three years, could not find my resume, and had to make it from scratch tonight.
*sigh*
In addition, my drain clogged up last Thursday or Friday. I forget which. Since then, I've dumped about two bottles of liquid plumbing down the drain. (Basically, I let it do it's thing and then blasted it with water in one drain, and gunk came up out of the other drain, which I then got out through means we shall not discuss and ran the water until it was coming up clear.) Unfortunately, whatever it is is too compact. (Actually, I figure it's 4 years worth of bits and pieces that have accumulated.) Then today, I learned I also had a leak. This building is close to twenty years old and I've been in the apartment for almost four years and this is the first plumbing problem I've had, aside from a period where it took a long time for water to get hot, so I guess I was due. I was just really
I am also, apparently, hardhearted. Here is why:
1. Last week, a woman I know was dumped by her fiance for another woman. He's still living with her, because he doesn't have a place of his own. The other woman is apparently suggesting a threeway relationship. My opinion is that she needs to get him out of her home, as she's providing for him and he is, in essence, using her. This is apparently cruel of me, I'm told by many, as I should instead be concerned about what he would do if she kicked him out. (Naturally, most of the conversation revolved around the other woman being an evil slut. And you know, while I find pursuing someone involved in a relationship with someone else to be pretty bad, I think that cheating on your significant other is a lot worse.)
2. A former coworker shot himself in the head over the weekend. The sequence of events is that his wife told him she wanted a divorce, and that evening she was in the garage. He asked her to come in the house with him, and she said no without turning to look at him. And so he killed himself from just a few feet away. I'm sitting there thinking that she (and possibly their kids) just had a narrow escape. Everyone else seems to think it's admirable that he didn't kill her, seems to be vaguely assigning the blame to her, and is talking about how he probably didn't kill her because he was thinking about the kids. Now, I'm far from an expert regarding suicide (no history of depression of behavioral disorder, but there could have been something that wasn't diagnosed) but all I could do was wonder if, had she answered differently, he would have killed her and possibly the kids first. And, you know, he killed himself in his home, only a few feet from his wife, with only a couple doors separating him from his children, so I don't think that, as most of us would consider it, the children were his main concern. There is, naturally, the possibility (even high probability) of undiagnosed depression or disorder, but...he's dead. His wife and kids are alive. They have to live with what he did. She has to weather what will no doubt be a legal and financial storm, and live with people wondering if she should have just tried harder. Is it really so bad to be far more concerned about his family than about understanding him?
But yes, i am apparently hardhearted (and too opinionated) for being more concerned about the people who are hurt by a bad situation than I am about the people who create the situation.
*sigh*
In addition, my drain clogged up last Thursday or Friday. I forget which. Since then, I've dumped about two bottles of liquid plumbing down the drain. (Basically, I let it do it's thing and then blasted it with water in one drain, and gunk came up out of the other drain, which I then got out through means we shall not discuss and ran the water until it was coming up clear.) Unfortunately, whatever it is is too compact. (Actually, I figure it's 4 years worth of bits and pieces that have accumulated.) Then today, I learned I also had a leak. This building is close to twenty years old and I've been in the apartment for almost four years and this is the first plumbing problem I've had, aside from a period where it took a long time for water to get hot, so I guess I was due. I was just really
I am also, apparently, hardhearted. Here is why:
1. Last week, a woman I know was dumped by her fiance for another woman. He's still living with her, because he doesn't have a place of his own. The other woman is apparently suggesting a threeway relationship. My opinion is that she needs to get him out of her home, as she's providing for him and he is, in essence, using her. This is apparently cruel of me, I'm told by many, as I should instead be concerned about what he would do if she kicked him out. (Naturally, most of the conversation revolved around the other woman being an evil slut. And you know, while I find pursuing someone involved in a relationship with someone else to be pretty bad, I think that cheating on your significant other is a lot worse.)
2. A former coworker shot himself in the head over the weekend. The sequence of events is that his wife told him she wanted a divorce, and that evening she was in the garage. He asked her to come in the house with him, and she said no without turning to look at him. And so he killed himself from just a few feet away. I'm sitting there thinking that she (and possibly their kids) just had a narrow escape. Everyone else seems to think it's admirable that he didn't kill her, seems to be vaguely assigning the blame to her, and is talking about how he probably didn't kill her because he was thinking about the kids. Now, I'm far from an expert regarding suicide (no history of depression of behavioral disorder, but there could have been something that wasn't diagnosed) but all I could do was wonder if, had she answered differently, he would have killed her and possibly the kids first. And, you know, he killed himself in his home, only a few feet from his wife, with only a couple doors separating him from his children, so I don't think that, as most of us would consider it, the children were his main concern. There is, naturally, the possibility (even high probability) of undiagnosed depression or disorder, but...he's dead. His wife and kids are alive. They have to live with what he did. She has to weather what will no doubt be a legal and financial storm, and live with people wondering if she should have just tried harder. Is it really so bad to be far more concerned about his family than about understanding him?
But yes, i am apparently hardhearted (and too opinionated) for being more concerned about the people who are hurt by a bad situation than I am about the people who create the situation.