I Quit!
Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."
What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."
What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
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I sympathise
with you, having Narcolepsy myself. The thing that pisses me off is that although I was told I'd never hold down a real full-time job, it's not classed as a disability, so no free 'scripts, no bunce from the State, nothing. However, if I told the quack I was suffering from "Anxiety", no problem, forms stamped. How the fuck do they work that one out?
As it happens, I work for myself, earn piles of cash, and sleep pretty much when I need to, thanks to sympathetic colleagues. They know I'm not swinging the lead, so make allowances. Pity the poor twat who says something like "Oooh, I wish I had that, I can never get to sleep at night".
Oh, and I get loads and loads of Dexamphetamine delivered to my door by my friendly neighbourhood chemist. I pop tham like Smarties, they are lying about all over the place, much to the amazement of my drug-keen mates. I'd rather not have my life fucked up by this condition though.
Maybe in the next life.....meh!
( , Fri 23 May 2008, 11:19, Reply)
with you, having Narcolepsy myself. The thing that pisses me off is that although I was told I'd never hold down a real full-time job, it's not classed as a disability, so no free 'scripts, no bunce from the State, nothing. However, if I told the quack I was suffering from "Anxiety", no problem, forms stamped. How the fuck do they work that one out?
As it happens, I work for myself, earn piles of cash, and sleep pretty much when I need to, thanks to sympathetic colleagues. They know I'm not swinging the lead, so make allowances. Pity the poor twat who says something like "Oooh, I wish I had that, I can never get to sleep at night".
Oh, and I get loads and loads of Dexamphetamine delivered to my door by my friendly neighbourhood chemist. I pop tham like Smarties, they are lying about all over the place, much to the amazement of my drug-keen mates. I'd rather not have my life fucked up by this condition though.
Maybe in the next life.....meh!
( , Fri 23 May 2008, 11:19, Reply)
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