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I’ve been at this hardware store job for a year and two months. I became the untitled boss of my department because I’m the only one who’s full time there and I know my stuff. To make this simple, here’s a list:

My department: Hardware department.
Status: Normal full time employee.
Departments I’m not in, but I’m often called in to help: Materials, Lumberyard, and seasonal.
Things I do: Special orders, estimates, inventory checks, order things for the store, monthly merchandising, planograms, stocking shelves, and basically everything in the hardware department that needs to be done, since I’m literally the only person in that deportment.
Pay: 17.18$/h

I’m very good at my job. There was even a petition that was made by the material’s department because they wanted me to take the full time position there so bad. The boss of the lumberyard practically is begging me on his knees for me to be a full time employee there. I’ve called off once ever, and never leave early unless I’m told to. So is my pay fair, or am I overthinking?

For me, it’s outside. Which isn’t ideal because I’m surrounded by neighbours lmao. But aside from that, throwing up outside is just so easy. I just hose it after and boom it’s over. There’s no disgusting toilet smell, no staring at toilet water.

Like seriously. I’m getting fed up with the phobia itself, and me. Like why am I afraid of a normal bodily function? It literally takes like 5 seconds and it’s over. So why am I panicking over it? I don’t panic when I burp or sneeze. So why would I panic over throwing up? It’s almost making me feel stupid. Because why am I wasting my life away for THAT…? Why am I losing so many hours of sleep. For THAT. Anyway. Hope I’m not the only one who feels a very strong hatred towards this phobia lol. Istg someday I’m going to ragequit this.

So, as a kid I used to very much be a momma’s girl. When she and my dad broke up, she moved out and I stayed behind with my dad. My mom was always the one to comfort me in times like this because my dad isn’t exactly the most emotionally available man ever. And now, well, I have to learn how to cope with my own panic without anyone around to really help.

So, what are your best tips to “self soothe”? How do I cope with my panic on my own?

I’ve had diagnosed social anxiety for decades, and somehow managed to avoid taking a taxi all this time. Tomorrow, everything is against me and I’ll have to use a Taxi to go to work.

I think what’s freaking me out the most is that it’ll be my first time. I don’t know what it’ll be like, how awkward it’ll be, or like if I have to sit in the front or back. Any tips?

For anyone who doesn’t know, tartare is raw meat. It’s obviously very fresh meat that’s been carefully prepared to not contaminate it. It’s relatively safe to eat if prepared well.

Now my stepdad is the one who made it. He’s made both salmon and beef tartare before, and nobody got sick from it. I’ve always wanted to try it, and tonight was the night. It was honestly pretty good, but not something I’d eat often.

As much as I’m proud of myself for getting out of my comfort zone, I can’t help but be afraid. I may trust my stepdad’s cooking skills but he’s definitely no professional lol. At the end of the day, it’s still raw meat. At this point my brain just wants me to stay awake in case I feel sick later (which I know is stupid). Guess we’ll just see how this goes.

I want to start this off by saying that I’m a 17yo girl who works in a lumberyard at an hardware store. Not sure if it exactly counts as blue collar but I don’t know where else I could talk about this.

I know I’m young, and I know I don’t necessarily “look” like a girl who’s able to handle heavy lifting and things like that. But what is it with men either being super perverted or judgmental? I got yelled at by a customer today because I dared to be the only one available to help him put all the wood and plywood he’d ordered in his trailer. And then the next dude straight up told me he’d lock me into his basement. Like I would love to go into construction type of work later on because I just love hands on work, but these men just suck the life out of me.

The plated prisoner series started strong for me, but then it just took a turn. From the start I’ve thought that it was badly written, but the plot and romance made up for it. But now I’m just sooo bored. The plot twists are so predictable, the writing is bad, and the romance is just them fucking at this point. But should I give it a chance and finish it, or dnf it?

Literally two days ago I posted about how a client at work just randomly asked me for a trashcan and then calmly threw up into it. And now, I’ve had something just as weird happen again.

I was sitting in my car during my lunch break, and I was staring at a delivery truck trying to figure out what was written on it. Then the driver comes out, and goes to a group of other men. I had nothing better to do so I kept staring. Until randomly the driver put his hand on his knees, and projectile vomited. Twice. And then, while still being hunched over hands on his knees, he starts twerking. A grown ass man who had just projectile vomited all over his buddies shoes, twerked. Like I think the universe is trying to heal me in some kind of very odd way because what the actual f was that?

So. Today was a normal day at work, serving customers etc…until this one man comes up to my desk. He asks for an estimate for a deck he’s building. In the middle of him telling me how many 2x4’s he needs, he asks for the trashcan next to me. He was so calm that I didn’t even question him, I just handed it to him. Thought he needed to throw something away. In a way, he did. Because next thing I know, he’s throwing up his guts in that bin. I was so bamboozled that I just stared at him. When he was done, he told me to wait a sec, and came back in with a clean trashcan (still have no idea how he cleaned it). And then he told me “so yeah, next I need twenty 2x8’s”. It was honestly all just so weird that my mind went blank. I didn’t even feel fear I just felt like…idk like wtf just happened??

I don’t always panic when I randomly wake up, but when I do it’s brutal. I was asleep for barely an hour when I woke up. I’m not sure if I woke up because I accidentally ripped off my nose stud, or at least I was ripping it off right as I woke up. Anyways, I got up to put in another one, got back in bed…and boom. Random shaking panic attack. I didn’t feel bad or anything before it happened, but now my stomach has started to hurt and everything. So, how do I stop this nonsense panic whenever I wake up suddenly? How do I unlearn the “you only wake up in the middle of the night if you have to throw up” fear?

I read about 30ish books a year, so I figured I might as well throw in a little something to help me recover in there lol. I’d love it if it was mostly about the fear of throwing up myself since that’s what mine is centered around