PUNISHED CHRIS

Misspelling of “sale” there, but it’s not as big as the mishap that was the public on-sale of this event.

Hey @alexhorne.bsky.social ! The @taskmaster.tv show in Boston sold out within one minute due to rampant botting both during the presale and the main sail today. And now tickets are being sold for over $1,000. Is anything going to be done about this, or will fans have to pay scalpers to have fun?

Stiff competition but this may be the worst vibe July 4th in my many centuries of existence

This one’s gonna do numbers.

An Among Us crewmate in the shower with a big ass with the caption “everyone is so mean 2 me 💔”

I’d like to have a word with whoever invented “random panic attacks in public” again because their product sucks.

Per @boob.monster ‘s request

A Kong with a broken face.

He does not have a cubicle, he has a SFX recording booth. And he is Mel Blanc ripping some of the hottest Loony Toons audio from 8:30AM to 4:30-ish PM on some days.

What it really is is the really low tone extremely long sustained burp every hour on the hour that sounds like a phone vibrating.

Woosh. You have chicken sandwich

I am, once again, tempted to buy a bunch of Shadowrun TTRPG books (I have so many TTRPG books and nobody to be a DM for)

An unhappy cat that is also pizza dough being kneaded out.

When I say “let’s get that bread” this is what I mean

Group farting starts at 9PM

You’re way too early for this.

*thunderous applause*

Start of an Aphex Twin song, obviously. Not the start of Aphex Twin in August of 1971.

My work-life balance has been balanced out. Instead of being mocked like at my prior job, the only rough thing here is the Telltale Heart-esq groaning and burping from the cube right in front of me.

Like we’re talking “start of an Aphex Twin” level groans.

I am BACK by popular demand (I was threatened by @boob.monster publicly).

My inability to have a work life balance has turned me into a mess, and I apologize for it.

New name, same great content (I have the fear of my job and of reality itself and I have struggle functioning)

So consider this an amendment to the post where I said “March.” It was April.

Oh. One last little tidbit:

The last normal day I had I remember vividly. It was April 10th. I was house sitting for a friend and I watched all of the first season of the Fallout show in one sitting. Then, when I got home, the end times happened.

Thank you for your time. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better.

I have no idea what I can gain from posting this. I need to be home to help my mother. I need work that doesn’t face customers. I need to be able to smile again.

All these needs. But no means of getting them.

I truly don’t know if this is just imposter syndrome run amok combined with my fear of neglecting my mother or if this is actually hell on earth, but I truly feel empty and destitute with everything going on. I miss who I was in January and February. They wouldn’t recognize the me in December.

I am having trouble walking, my depression has never been worse, and my ability to function has ceased. I can’t read my books, I can’t play my games, I can’t even listen to music. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I am not the person I once was.

I suffer harshly from imposter syndrome, I wake up in the middle of the night afraid of work, I can’t be there for my mother and I can’t leave the job because I won’t be able to collect any money. I am truly between a rock and hard place and it’s physically hurting me beyond measure.

And this job has turned into a nightmare: micromanagement hell, an hour commute, taking home the work with me, the fear and dread of each day getting there, a tyrannical Red Hat manager, and zero relatability to my four coworkers (all of which are boomers).

So I sent out one application and that application was answered immediately. It seemed awesome: a job in my field that is 13k more than what I got paid previously. A seemingly good setting. And boom, I went in and accepted the gig right away. The fear of no work outweighed reason.