Thus ends the Retard Rehabilitator saga.

Captain Beard

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I have mixed feelings, and didn't expect that. On one hand, I'm glad to be away from that horrible daily situation of feces flinging, and retards blowing up and throwing things, and poor staffing, etc.

But then, I don't adapt to change well, and the sudden change and void in my hated routine suddenly confuses me and I'm unsure what to do or think. I don't want to go back, but I'm so used to it I feel like a battered wife. Shit. :ill:
 
What you're feeling right now is good. It's just anxiety. Think about the future and how much different and potentially better it'll be!

You know you were unhappy at your old job and you've finally done something about it. It's a huge step but you'll adjust and I bet that not long from now from you'll be way happier than you were.

Life is chapters, they start and end. Some are longer than others and some aren't as good as others but they all make up the entire story and you definitely don't want a boring one when it's over :)
 
My life would already be an underground cult movie.

I think the worst part of all this is when I stepped out the Unit door, and breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly, in the back of my mind, comes "So now what?" That felt like a kick in the cock. I don't really KNOW whats next. My whole life has been calculated carefully, and suddenly I'm winging it as far as moving and finding a job. I've got SOME security, but it doesn't cover everything I need to figure out in the next few months.
 
You're about to learn a lot of shit about yourself, man. Take notes. It's good.
 
The analogy about a battered wife is actually pretty good. To continue it, what you need is a small amount of alone time to realign with yourself and detox, as it were, from the constant, overwhelming input. Since it was a job, it might only take a couple days or a week. From there, you'll prolly pretty much know what to do.
 
The analogy about a battered wife is actually pretty good. To continue it, what you need is a small amount of alone time to realign with yourself and detox, as it were, from the constant, overwhelming input. Since it was a job, it might only take a couple days or a week. From there, you'll prolly pretty much know what to do.

Oh quit it Dr. Phil! :eek:

Send out the resumes, take a mini vacation, see old friends or family, bang some long lost love or rub one out [repeat as necessary], take hot bath, go shopping for some new duds...go interview-get new job-new girl or pleasurable equivalent-log back in and nag Nevermore about new material/DVD/shows...all is well.
 
Oh quit it Dr. Phil! :eek:

Send out the resumes, take a mini vacation, see old friends or family, bang some long lost love or rub one out [repeat as necessary], take hot bath, go shopping for some new duds...go interview-get new job-new girl or pleasurable equivalent-log back in and nag Nevermore about new material/DVD/shows...all is well.

Resumes: Have to be in Texas first.
Vacation: Doing that now, actually.
Lost love: She was nuttier then me, no thanks.
Rub one out: Later tonight.
Bath: I don't fit well in tubs, too tall :(
Duds: Pants? I do need more shorts, don't have any.
Interviews: See Resumes.
Everything else: We'll see.