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Sounds like you're on an upswing doggy. Hope you get the job! And even if you don't, don't let it bum you out. Seeking employment loving blows but as someone who just spent like 8+ months unemployed and went 0 for 5 for interviews it hurts less and less each time, until it gets to the point where you forget the interview even happened the second you walk out the door.
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Hope you get the job ASF! If not, I hope Mr. Weed has a dab rig to make things better for ya. Many shite days became awesome nights with that contraption.
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Now that we're on Mr Weed, check out this short video which was filmed in front of the Roach Tower, by Mrs Weed, two nights ago. The guy was filmed in the process of "recycling" an old toilet cistern which gave him no end of trouble, and I can only name this video as "Mr Weed loses it". Here's the link! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kc7yBaJcxk8 As far as the job is concerned, I'm still very much in the game, all of us are just waiting for some mini-boss of something somewhere in the hospital to come back from her summer vacation so that she could give me an interview. But the job has my name on it. 
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A SWEATY FATBEARD posted:Now that we're on Mr Weed, check out this short video which was filmed in front of the Roach Tower, by Mrs Weed, two nights ago. The guy was filmed in the process of "recycling" an old toilet cistern which gave him no end of trouble, and I can only name this video as "Mr Weed loses it". I love that Mr. Weed leaping into the air and bringing his full weight down onto his toothpick legs is barely enough to inconvenience the toilet tank. I’ve been reading your threads for years, and as far as I can recall, you’ve rarely seemed happier than you are when you have a job, and specifically when you have a janitorial job. You seem a bit like Charlie Kelly in that regard. I hope you get the job.
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A 14 day ASB posting hiatus usually means something happened. I wonder what it is. Either ASB is or has been: A. abusing medication B. admitted to hospital C. got hired for a job and is busy (but probably is abusing medication with the extra available cash) D. is on vacation (visiting granny or his aunts?) E. is in jail F. something else Why don't we have a poll?
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A month-long posting hiatus, wow.  Quite a few things have happened in this time, but I'm going to concentrate this post on just two: the job fiasco (yeah, I know  ), and the fact that I successfully got onto the welfare train... which pretty much solved my existential troubles.  I also want to gently bring this thread to a logical closure without sounding like a smarmy douchebag with his head deep up his... uh, hole. What needs to be said right away is that, as unbelivable as it sounds, I've come to terms with the fact that my hard drug days are a thing of the past. Yup, I know that I've said this phrase so many times already that it's getting ridiculous having to repeat it once again, but it's the 1st of May collapse that really opened my eyes. There is a reason diehard junkies end up socially isolated - their friends and family can't bear to witness their loved one slowly killing themselves with drugs. My buddy Igor had to witness a horrible sight of myself convulsing on the pavement and I still feel like a massive rear end in a top hat for getting myself in such a condition in the first place. This is the guy who saved my stupid goddamn rear end many times already - hadn't it been for him, I probably would've offed myself in the army, or I would've been cold and hungry during the lovely tenants saga. It's probably the combination of his unending kindness and willingness to understand someone who was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I only want to say that every person, no matter how messed up, deserves to have at least one such person in his life. That being said, I'm incredibly fortunate to have TWO such persons in my life. The other guy is of course Mr weed. Sure, he looks tuff' and gruff, but behind his threatening exterior lies a heart of gold. You know what happened the other day? His coworker's dad passed away after a long illness, and the guy asked Mr weed to tag along to the funeral. This did not go over well. Mr Weed was so overwhelmed with sadness that, immediately after the service, he made a beeline home, got wasted, carved up his arms with razor blades and then trashed the whole apartment. His kitchen screen doors perished in a fit of rage when the guy hurled a chair through the glass window. I encountered him passed out on the kitchen floor, surrounded by shards of glass and broken furniture, and it took me most of the day to calm him down. You know, metalheads have a bad reputation in this neck of the world, because they look strikingly different from the socially accepted norm. Mr weed looks aggressive and the cops are constantly harrassing him, but behind the mask lies a heart of gold with incredible amounts of compassion for the fellow human. These are the qualities that make him a great guy, and I feel honored to have him as a friend. ... And now on to the less smarmy part of the post. I shaved my head because the scalp was, and still is, covered in dope itch scars which are a memento of my suboxone glory days. These scars refused to heal, like some sort of gift that keeps on giving. Oh, and they itch like motherfuckers, especially in contact with sweat. I shaved my head in order to be able to apply topical antibiotic ointment onto the skin. Whevener someone asks about the drastic change in style, I jokingly reply that "I used to be a Chetnik, but then I got fleas."  I actually did get the job at the hospital. The work was subcontracted to a smaller company that provided janitorial services to other establishments that didn't want to hire their own in-house janitors. That being said, I wasn't a janitor at all at the hospital, I was instead a full-blown garbage man. My job was to push a sizable wheelie cart around the hospital, collecting garbage bags with medical waste from the surgeries, and then sorting out the trash according to its type: infectious medical waste, nonhazardous waste, hot waste and regular garbage, with an occasional broken office chair or something weird. On the first day of work I was assigned to guy who was to teach me the secrets of the trade, but the guy was... quite something. He bore a striking resemblance to that Odo guy from Star Trek DS9 so I'm just going to call him Odo here. We all assembled in the locker room at the beginning of our shift, and the manager lady assigned Odo to me. The guy looked immediately off, his body movements were exaggerated to say the least, and he spoke in a very peculiar manner, like something you'd expect to see and hear from a stroke survivor. I thought, great, it's my first day of work and I'm stuck here with a star trek gimp. I would learn soon enough that this guy had massive problems. To name a few things off the top of my head; he's an ex-con - did time for robbing a few stores, he's also an active junkie, was locked up in the looneybin several times. He and I were alike in an uncanny number of ways, because he's exactly my age, had a rough childhood and is a junkie, but christ, I couldn't help but feel like a complete square in comparison to him, it's amazing how deep the rabbit hole goes when you put things into perspective. Other janitors were your run of the mill stoners, but Odo took it a step further and treated me with a wad of mystery powder. Upon ingesting it, I immediately knew what it was - methadone mixed with speed paste. It did get us high as balls, so the two of us bounced around the hospital, loud and rowdy, and it was tons of fun - though Odo frightened the bajeezus out of me one time when he started jumping in a moving elevator.  Odo was your classic dope fiend: always had drugs on him to treat me, but didn't have fifty cents for a bagel. I'd buy him lunch every day because the guy looked ready to collapse, it was such a sad sight to witness and I felt sorry for him.  You know, I never could bear to stomach the work at the hospital; the sight of sick and really hosed up people, hadn't it been for Odo's drugs - the combination of blood, iodine and piss has a profoundly offensive smell. It also meant that I was getting high at work from day one. Not good. The only funny thing I witnessed at the hospital was a big freakout at the cardiology ward when a gypsywoman peed in the staff-only bathroom (presumably she couldn't read the sign on the doors and relieved herself in the wrong bathroom.) The clouds gathered when Odo got fired, as the management was itching to get rid of him shortly after I waltzed along into the game. The straw that broke the camel's back was when the guy ran fifteen minutes late for work one day. We would all gather in the locker room to discuss the workday ahead, but Odo went looking for the manager lady... while she went looking for him and the two of them just couldn't find each other at the hospital compound. It didn't help that Odo traded his only cellphone for dope, meaning that nobody could contact him. It took a full hour for a chance meeting between the two, and by that time the manager lady was pissed, it was only downhill from there. The guy was fired on the spot, and the work was shouldered to me instead. Being thrown into the fray so soon was an rear end in a top hat move from the management. I ended up working alone until Saturday when something loving snapped in me and I impulse quit the job. There wasn't one central factor involved in this decision, rather, it was a combination of multiple factors - such as the job being physically ardous, rear end in a top hat management, seeing sick and dying people, meager salaries, defective wheelie carts, working outside at elements' mercy while being bathed in sweat, Odo getting fired over my stupid rear end, me constantly being this close to a heart attack, the list goes on and on. Odo once said that he's gonna hang himself if he loses the job - but he had nowhere to hang the noose from as he's borderline homeless, couch surfing over at his only friend's place. At times I feel as if I acted like a petulant child, but I felt that this job would've done me in after a very short period of time. It's probably for the better this way. ... I applied for government tardbux a few months back. I thought very little of it, even managing to forget that I applied for welfare in the first place as I thought that there's no loving way that this would ever go through - the croatian government is very stingy with its welfare money, however small the sum is. That's why it came as a complete surprise the other day, when the social services contacted me and told me that my application was somehow greenlighted. They said that my disability level was "60%", whatever that means, and that I'm eligible for $120 in cripple money per month. This may seem like an insignificant amount of money, and it really isn't much, but then again, my monthly utilities are hovering around $100 and this goverment tard money is nothing short of a godsend. It's like renting "two and a half" apartments, and I'm going to syphon this money towards my utility bills of course, which will take a sizable burden off my back. Sure, I'm not actively buying and doing hard drugs anymore (weed doesn't really count), and it looks now like the magic of socialism will take care of my dumb babby problems. But let's be realistic here, I'm probably gonna find a way to gently caress up that too.
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Stay safe and don't blow your welfare checks on drugs.
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Are you going to be seeking new employment?
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ASF is basically a Croatian Charles Bukowski, minus the anger of course. I now have this image of odo from Star Trek doing drugs and I love it
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Nova88 posted:You seem to be quite derogatory towards welfare... if it was self deprecation you went pretty hard on yourself there, ASF. It's nice to have some of the worry of holding down a job taken care of, not sure if you do but I wouldn't feel bad about that or call myself a cripple/tard (a word that has been going out of fashion fast, fyi) for taking it. And i feel kind of bad for joking about your seizure in the street. I didn't realize how significant it was i guess, however dumb that may sound. If it helped you realize a few things about doing too much dope etc. maybe it was worth it. It sounds like a good idea to cut down on drugs, for sure. Good luck and much love to mr Weed for being a heartwarming dude
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Nova88 posted:You seem to be quite derogatory towards welfare... Self deprecating. I think a lot of us forget that ASB is a cancer survivor who clearly suffers mental issues before and since that episode. Drugs have been a huge escapism and i'm better there arent easily accessible rehab plans available to him. He has done surprisingly well in being a landlord in a place where people working legit jobs dont know if they will collect a pay-cheque each month, and on top of that he has tried to find employment through many means. Coming to accept that you may need someone / something to lean on, especially welfare, that outside of his self deprecating comments, still do come with a bit of social stigma can be pretty drat hard on your own well being. I can relate to the feeling of hopelessness yet relief of getting help you need but do not want and so can overlook some of the language he used.
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dpack_1 posted:I can relate to the feeling of hopelessness yet relief of getting help you need but do not want and so can overlook some of the language he used. Yeah, I certainly think with similar language about myself when my brain and body are being particularly uncooperative, even if I try not to say it out loud. Coming to terms with being disabled, in whatever form that takes, can be really rough. Take it easy, ASF. I've been lurking for a while and quietly cheering for you 
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ASF should write a sitcom based on his life, it would be fantastic and he is clearly an excellent writer as evidenced by this amazing thread.
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Veni Vidi Ameche! posted:Are you going to be seeking new employment? For the time being, no. I suppose I'm a real Welfare Ninja now. dpack_1 posted:Self deprecating. Hmm, why is it a surprise that I've been hard on myself... in that post? I've been that way for years now. ... I'm getting a new pack of Pregabalin/Lyrica in the morning, and this time I'm finally going to start taking the drat therapy as it was prescribed to me. I think I neglected to mention this, but what I've been doing so far was whenever I'd get a new box of Lyrica, I would tear open the 300mg capsules and divide the powder from each capsule each into fours, painstakingly wrap the powder into cigarette papers and set these 75mg "bomblets" aside in a cup for actual therapy. Then I'd use the remaining 300mg capsules to get high as rear end. It turned out that this was not a very workable concept, because 75mg was just not enough for me. This evening I took four bomblets from the cup, which is my actual goddamn therapy, and instantly felt good and productive. As I was supposed to feel all this time. See, I don't think that the bonus of getting high once a month is worth sacrificing the 300/300 therapy that was proven to give me a massive benefit. Without 300/300 therapy, I feel lost somehow, as if there is a massive void in my person and just getting up from my bed is an ordeal, let alone hanging out with my friends or doing something productive. Getting high on lyrica just ain't worth it anymore. I suppose that's a good thing.
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Here, have a video I took last night, it's a walking tour of my doghouse apartment and I'm  speaking in engrish in it for the first time so you'll finally have something to comment Named it "commieblock Kramer" because that's exactly what I am. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZURQ6kAqOA Fire away!
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A SWEATY FATBEARD posted:Here, have a video I took last night, it's a walking tour of my doghouse apartment and I'm "OOF! THE 80S!"
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A SWEATY FATBEARD posted:Named it "commieblock Kramer" because that's exactly what I am. Do a lot of products there have English labels? Like the Vodka that was labeled "Budget Vodka"? This video is really interesting
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I've lurked a lot of your threads but I must comment on this ivdeo. The kitchen really wasn't so bad, you keep a clean home. Sorry about the beige and pastels I suppose. "and oh man, I'm hungry. aaAAAAAAAAA"
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CarForumPoster posted:Do a lot of products there have English labels? Like the Vodka that was labeled "Budget Vodka"? This video is really interesting Yes. That's because Croatia is importing a ton of groceries which are manufactured in countries such as Hungary or Poland, and the manufacturers always put english labels on their products, knowing that english is the established lingua franca in europe and that most everyone speaks at least a bit of english. Thus the "budget vodka" which is actually distilled in Croatia, but the manufacturer put an english label on it anyway, probably because some of this vodka gets exported to other countries. It's a big furball actually. You know, I just realized how happy I am. I'm sitting in my own home in a socialist utopia, surrounded by friends, my tenants are wonderful people and the whole world is mine. In a way, I feel that I deserved it after all the troubles I went through. This sounded really fruity but that's how the things are and life is Good.
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A SWEATY FATBEARD posted:Here, have a video I took last night, it's a walking tour of my doghouse apartment and I'm Your English is just fine and your place is tidy! Thanks for sharing this and all your stories about your home and your life. 
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I love you asfb, never stop posting and never listen to anything anyone says here. Love and Kisses.
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GOD.drat.
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I found that the occasional out-of-focus shots gave your charming video that little something extra. It would have been something lesser without them.
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It would have been missing the "GOD DAMMIT FOCUS" outbursts which were hilarious  ASFB your English sounds like you've been living in the US for most of your life.
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A SWEATY FATBEARD posted:Here, have a video I took last night, it's a walking tour of my doghouse apartment and I'm
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A SWEATY FATBEARD posted:Here, have a video I took last night, it's a walking tour of my doghouse apartment and I'm Lol, of course your spoken English is also excellent. I was half expecting a total mess from a man who learned English from television and comic books or whatever, but you’re easier to understand than some of my coworkers who have been in the USA for ten or fifteen years. You are quite a character. The junkie polyglot. Before your threads became entirely about the drugs and your drug-induced misadventures, there were a lot more communist boom boxes, brutalist architecture, and beige interiors. I’d love to see you go back to that. I’d love to see more of your bicycling tours of Zagreb, accented with the occasional trash-picked dregs of a bottle of vodka, or cigarette butts plucked from a public ashtray. Maybe it’s like they say, that you can never go home again. Still, I’d watch more videos of you narrating your every day activities and showing us your city and surroundings.
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Goddamn your home would have to be cleaner than mine. Extremely entertaining video, I hope you continue to post photos and videos and stories here. And I hope you stay relatively sober
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That house is weed clean, the best kind of clean, don’t listen to these nerds
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Please strap a gopro or something to your head and cycle around.
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I went to the flea market yesterday and I found this funny sign posted on the gates of some back yard. People usually keep bully dogs or rotties to guard the yard, but this vicious attack dog was.... a good old sleppy labrador.  To make the matters better, this was the sign posted on the gates:  It says "Do not feed the dog! He is not hungry, you're harming his health by doing so!" So I guess, in Croatia even the tuff and gruff guard dogs are friendly little lovebugs.
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I also bought this "made in yugoslavia" boombox for my friend Caleb from Indiana, USA, and I'm going to make a fun package with random Croatian stuff and send it to him.  From the looks of it, it was manufactured in the late 1970s but it still works great, despite all the odds! The guy deserves all the love because he was always there for me in hard times, and this is the least I can do to thank him for always being awesome.
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YES! This is the good stuff ASF! Tales of Eastern Europe and pre-war relics are the pure strain, high grade, good poo poo that this thread produces now and again. That radio will pick up signals from American Capitalist Pigs, something the Yugoslav factory worker probably never dreamed of.
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ASF, I counted 20-odd people supporting you on this page alone. Most of them want goofy videos and photos about Yu-era Zagreb. What if you made a Patreon or GoFundMe? With your income and expenses so low, your budget would feel even a few  . The thread gets great content, you pay utilities, win-win. just don't spend it on drugs
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Doctor Malaver posted:just don't spend it on drugs lol
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You know, Doc, your idea was really good. Therefore I created a paypal and a patreon account with which people can support me and my work here. First, my patreon is right here: http://www.patreon.com/fatbeardo ...and for people who are looking to send me direct donations, here's my paypal: http://www.paypal.me/fatbeardo I would love it if you guys sent me a few bucks over, I mean, I've been entertaining you for years now, and this is actually the first time I'm panhandling on the internet. Doctor Malaver was right on the money when he said that dozens of people love and want to support me. See, there are many, many things I want to write about, so be a Cooldude (tm) and become my patron. Over and out.
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