Ah, I was drinking last night, and didn’t read the post well enough.
True, I’ve been in that work situation, where I didn’t fit in, and it was Hell. I got railroaded out of a job at a rural Southern hospital for making friends with a black coworker. I’m a white male. I was “warned” about my new friend by multiple older white coworkers, some department heads. When that didn’t work, I was consistently set up to fail by my boss. I thought about taking it to HR, and threatening to contact the ACLU and the NAACP, but I didn’t want crosses burning in my yard, so I quit.
And yeah, some people never make it out of High School. They’ll always be teenagers, emotionally.
I hope you find a job and a group you click with, sincerely. Best of luck.
Oh I did find such jobs, but then I managed to get asssulted in a mugging, lost my ids and cards and phone, ended up hospitalized, lost my job, got evicted, ended up homeless for about two years.
On the bright side of that, managed to get SSDI payments and recently set myself up with actual doctors after having to wait for the medicare application window thing, as well as… at least a 6 month lease at a roach motel.
Now I get to do PT for … 6 months to a year? And maybe I can walk without a cane again, and use my wrist for more than 20 minutes at a time without it excruciatingly seizing up.
gestures at leg and wrist in braces, cane, utter state of poverty, lack of public transit in a low CoL city I can qualify to rent at with SSDI as my only income
Ah, I was drinking last night, and didn’t read the post well enough.
True, I’ve been in that work situation, where I didn’t fit in, and it was Hell. I got railroaded out of a job at a rural Southern hospital for making friends with a black coworker. I’m a white male. I was “warned” about my new friend by multiple older white coworkers, some department heads. When that didn’t work, I was consistently set up to fail by my boss. I thought about taking it to HR, and threatening to contact the ACLU and the NAACP, but I didn’t want crosses burning in my yard, so I quit.
And yeah, some people never make it out of High School. They’ll always be teenagers, emotionally.
I hope you find a job and a group you click with, sincerely. Best of luck.
Oh I did find such jobs, but then I managed to get asssulted in a mugging, lost my ids and cards and phone, ended up hospitalized, lost my job, got evicted, ended up homeless for about two years.
On the bright side of that, managed to get SSDI payments and recently set myself up with actual doctors after having to wait for the medicare application window thing, as well as… at least a 6 month lease at a roach motel.
Now I get to do PT for … 6 months to a year? And maybe I can walk without a cane again, and use my wrist for more than 20 minutes at a time without it excruciatingly seizing up.
Damn, sorry to hear that. Hope you feel better. Banana pudding helps.
… can’t say I’ve ever had banana pudding.
Oh my God… get some, now. It’s culinary ecstasy.
Well, I would, but:
gestures at leg and wrist in braces, cane, utter state of poverty, lack of public transit in a low CoL city I can qualify to rent at with SSDI as my only income