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I can’t remember who the dyer was of the period blood-looking socks that made the rounds, but history repeats. These ones are called “fuzzy peach” and were described as looking like a melted popsicle. These ones are definitely less period and more of a superficial flesh wound, but come on. We all have eyes. When these came out of the dye bin you knew they looked like bloodstained socks yet you’re out here trying to convince people they’re peach popsicle?

If shit turns out bad, don’t list it for sale. Dye it again or call it a loss.

That one on the far right looks like what would happen after you get bad poison ivy and scratch through the sock not realizing you’re tearing up your leg.

My husband’s estranged father died almost 3 months ago. We hadn’t talked to him in ~4 years, with a brief period of contact when Hurricane Ian hit right where he lives. My husband ceased communications again after confirming his dad was fine and the conversations again became toxic (e.g., once when FIL thought the call had dropped, my husband heard his father refer to him as a “mongoloid” in a way that was in no way meant to be a bad joke). We were (I thought) on the same page of we will see him at his funeral.

Husband was fired from work in February for stupid shit he did. Like petty child work nonsense that he should know better than to do at age 46. This was the best job he ever had and likely could ever hope to get. He was making about $56k/yr. He had already interviewed for jobs and had a pending offer when his dad died. The new job was starting pay of $38k/yr, which is much more average for his industry.

Dad dies and he pushes his job start date back by two weeks, which apparently results in him being hired into a different role. The first job, which he’s done for 5 years since pivoting post-COVID, he would be in charge of the entire front end incoming operation. The job he started post-dad dying push back is all backend operations. He complained about it from the start how he didn’t know what he was doing, they weren’t training him because coincidentally his supervisor’s dad died the week he started so he only had 4 days of training with her then it was a whole cluster, etc.

He told me he was going to stick it out but keep looking because he didn’t see this job lasting due to having very calculable metrics and quotas. He refused to talk to HR about being moved into the role he was hired to do. I later found out this was because in less than a month of hybrid work - 4 days PER MONTH in office - he somehow managed to have two complaints against him. One was because his chair was broken and he was muttering under his breath aggressively about the chair. The other was because he wore Crocs, which he didn’t know weren’t allowed and he apparently made it worse by saying everyone else was wearing Crocs so he wasn’t sure why this was an issue. He got fired at his 60 day review.

He didn’t tell me he got fired. We went an entire 4 days of me asking questions about the holiday and what days he has off, whether this week is an in office week for him for me to schedule dog daycare, telling him my work schedule, etc., until yesterday when I got home I saw his entire computer workstation was gone. He had told me Thursday he had an HR meeting Friday morning to follow up on the chair incident. I asked him if it was also the last day of the pay period and he said and I jokingly said “that’s always firing day.” Yesterday when I got him I said where’s your computer?! He told me he was fired Friday morning and acted shocked I didn’t know. We both worked from home Friday and I sat in the office all day working after his 9:00am HR meeting and he was there working all day! I said how would I know?! You didn’t tell me??

This led to a much longer conversation about how never tells me anything or even talks to me. He told me like 6 weeks ago that he was thinking about finding some counseling about his dad dying because he was really not doing well. That’s the first and last thing he’s said me about it since his dad died. His health insurance started June 1. He didn’t even get his card in the mail yet and is already fired, so that’s not happening until he gets a new job.

I was continuing the discussion and asking him about reopening his unemployment and reactivating his resume on the various job boards. He was playing games on his phone and not answering at first, and I was pressing him about what his plans are, since he was already unemployed for 2 months between jobs 1 and 2 and now he’s having to find job 3 for the year and that needs to happen ASAP if he’s going to be able to get counseling. He got mad about me pressuring him to “do all of this stuff” when he’s been dealing with his dad’s death. I told he still has life obligations and that doesn’t stop - he has to figure out how to manage both and getting a job is a huge step if he gets new health insurance.

In the process of this, he said something to the effect of what does it matter to me, and I said, “I’m your wife. I’d like you to talk to me about your life and our life together since all of that affects me.” I told him I’m trying to help him but he has to talk to me.

His response: “I don’t talk to anyone, and you’re nothing special to me.”

I said I hope you don’t mean that. Then he told me to quit while I was ahead before he said something we would both regret.

Dinner was filet mignon and broccoli. Our power is out so I had to grill in 98 degree heat.

Amazing value on this one!