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I remember someone here used to do this a long time ago and I wanted to bring it back.

Somebody just fuckin kill me already.

Life is tough, but I'm tougher. All will be well. Deus vult.

I feel like our struggle has yet to begin...

there is so many normies left to redpill, but at this point i'd say the one thing we should accumlate (other than money) is strength and weaponary/armor for the inevitable Niggerpocalpyse

its coming

Wilkes-Barre Scranton?

What is WBS and how many seconds of your life did you save abbreviating the most important term in your post heading into something many / most people won't know?

I don't know what this means?

Just working a lot lately. Tired. Gimme a gin and soda. Leave the bottle.

When’s happy hour?

My job gradually got sick of having me on their lot after about 8 months. Once I didn't culturally integrate into the social fabric woven from guns and trucks, and made it clear I'll push back against senior guys who think their tenure gives them license to disrespect me, I went from "homeless drifter kid I took in" to "weird van guy who doesn't fit" in the boss's eyes.

Looking at all his behavior towards me in hindsight, I think he was banking on me being an eventual "redemption arc" that he'd be able to take the credit for later. I show up in apparent poverty living in a rig, he likes my attitude and gives me a shot, I "turn my life around" and become another good old boy company lifer with a wife and mortgage. But once it became clear to him that I'm not looking for rescue, and the vanlife thing had no end in sight, he felt like he was left holding the bag, even though I never promised him that arc.

He started trying to paper a trail against me to deny my unemployment later, and was doing it in a very transparent manner. Since I don't really make any major mistakes, he kept sending me texts about all this little shit I was doing "wrong," which I'd been doing without receiving complaints for months on end, and that no one else was getting disciplined for. I've been fired before, and knew that within a few weeks to a couple months I was going to wind up in his office with all this stuff on his desk as "evidence" that I was was underperforming, and being terminated as a result.

Then in the midst of all this I had to file a worker's comp claim for an injury I'd been trying to push through, and that just made him go mask off immediately. Accused me of bullshitting, tried to intimidate me by brandishing a firearm, banned me from parking overnight or using the facilities anymore in direct retaliation for filing the claim. Chose to send me home instead of offering medically compliant work even though there was some available.

He kinda did me a favor though. I honestly missed being "out in the wild," which was my native environment for two years before this. Once this whole process blows over, I'm probably gonna migrate north to a larger city. More money to be made, and I've now learned that small towns are boring as shit if you aren't already installed in the social ecosystem there (and especially if you work a night shift.) I've had nothing to do every weekend for the last 8 months but go to the gas station for drip coffee lol.

I worked all day Friday and Saturday. Yesterday I got of work before sun down and threw a couple cold beers down the guzzle. Not really a good thing. I prefer stay sober but I wanted to kick off the boots and dirty clothes and take the edge off. Body is sore, blisters and aches.

I don't go to real bars because everyone sits there and stares at their phones. It is very antisocial. I think cell phones should be banned from some places where people are meant to socialize. I hate bars with tvs or excessively loud music for same reasons.