I’m in a weird position where I’m making an okay wage ($25 /hr) for not having a college education, but my wife is encouraging me to go to school full-time as a mature student to make use of my potential. I’m open to it, but I also have two kids (a 6-year-old and a 2-month-old), and at my current job I make my own schedule and have the flexibility I often need to deal with unexpected child-care issues like illness and school closures. I’m also treated very well at my job, and it’s the only job I’ve ever enjoyed going to. I haven’t felt Sunday work anxiety in years.

I know that higher education is always the answer, but I don’t know when to pull the trigger on it. As a father, there is a lot more value to my current work situation than the wage I’m making.

I also have no idea what type of career I would even pursue, and it kind of scares the shit out of me.

Can’t believe that was his real hair. That’s the haircut of a preacher who beats the life out of his children with a belt.

I imagine having a taught piece of paper firmly pulled out of your gullet also feels great as a printer. Or it feels terrible, like pulling a swallowed hook out of a fish.

I wish I could partake in nap culture, but I always wake up feeling like I’ve been ripped from the goddamn afterlife. Always worse than before. My wife and I just spent two grueling sleepless nights in the postpartum ward, and after returning home today she encouraged me to have a 1-hour nap. I obliged and woke up so fucking brain-sick out of sorts that I could barely interact with my surroundings for the first 30 minutes.

Are you talking Australian Kmart or North American? In North America it was minimum wage for the vast majority of workers and zero benefits. I only made $11 USD (my store went under in 2016) as a supervisor with keys to the store and the safe, so it was a pretty shit arrangement. But it was a good stepping stone that got me into managing within the grocery industry, where I’m making significantly more for much more palatable work.

As a former PM Supervisor at Kmart, I think I just got mildly triggered by the K-Mart’s store closing part. That liquidation process was hands down the most monumentally stressful and hellish period of my life. Fuck that company and everyone who turned up to raid it.

Thanks for letting me know what that sounded like. Next time I’ll add an /s at the end so that the dim individuals among us (not you, of course…) can more easily recognize humor on a sub that’s devoted to it.

Sometimes you just don’t have time. Like, brother… Come on… I’m almost 40. It’s not as easy to jackhammer my wife at the perfect angle for 25 straight minutes anymore. It’s better for everyone, her included, if she helps rub that shit out and we can both be asleep by 10pm. We have work tomorrow, and you know our daughter’s going to come pitter-pattering in here at 4:30am to say she’s hungry because she couldn’t be fucked to eat more than two beans and a half a chicken tender the night prior.

How did all of this brain damage manifest itself?

Amulets of Mara should honestly be a thing for normal people that don’t want to use an app designed for shallow fucking.

You know, it absolutely does. It does look like him…