Welcome to the Melbourne Community Daily Discussion Thread.
The new house has kitty approval.
Back from the hospital after the PET scan to see if the cancer has been completely expunged. Results to be discussed with doctor on Wednesday. Am still high as a kite on the anti-anxiety meds they gave me when putting in the cannula. Early night tonight, so as to limit the amount of time I spend chewing my fingernails down to the elbow.
I had this dream that a young man had died but fortunately, you could be cloned on the event of your death. Everyone had been told that the new clone would take some time to adjust and memories to awaken, but after some initial tests I was sent home.
The family saw me as their son, but my memories were not coming as easily as I was told they would. The young man had set traps, clearly “he” didnt trust “Me”. If i tried to turn on “my” computer it would ask for a password, then fake format itself if I didnt get the sequence right. I saw “I” had a apple watch, but when I asked about “My” phone I got given an old qwerty nokia that was locked. Asking pop culture questions I’m told I should know, but I didn’t. Math ciphers I’m told “I” used to love that meant nothing to me.
I couldn’t get on an unrestricted device to access the internet to research myself or who I was supposed to be. “My” siblings were growing suspicious (who look exactly like MY real life sibling), but “his” parents accepted me regardless. But all the while a name is ringing in my head. My name. And its becoming increasingly apparent throughout this whole ordeal that they’ve given this poor family a body with the wrong mind in it, MY mind.
And man, I would totally read that book or watch that TV show. Whole thing preys on this desire for a new beginning, but when I woke up I’ve never been so happy to be me! 10/10 dream, well done subconscious.
Just heard from Subaru and I pick up the new car Thursday morning. They’re doing an exterior paint and interior protection thing on it as well as getting the roadworthy so it needs a few days apparently. Not quite the “early next week” they said but I’ll live.
So, things have been going well at work. They like me, they’re supportive and encouraging, it’s very welcoming and well-managed. I like the job itself, like being a mini-project manager. It’s quite rewarding and I am really quite enjoying it.
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But they’re all racists. My manager voted No because “those rich abos don’t need any more help they get more assistance than I do. Bludging off the dole, being an utter nuisance on the roads up north”. Everything else is perfect, but I feel like a monkey paw somewhere just made a fist and shook it in my face.
Fuck.
It’s a difficult situation, been there myself. There’s always at least one loudmouth bigot in any job. Calling them out is not always possible, especially when they’re your boss. His comment about “rich abos…bludging off the dole” makes no sense. Nobody gets rich off the dole.
Having been in the unfortunate position of being stuck listening to a few loudmouthed bigots at work myself, I believe the full scenario they have invented involves both an idea that the government hands out free houses and other things on top of the dole, combined with the idea that “those people” are inherently different and don’t need or want as much, so they can be considered “rich” if they live in a house and have running water. Whereas the bigot of course considers themselves to be a different class of person who really should have been born into a rich family (maybe royalty) and considers themselves to be hard done by because they don’t have servants.
