Unemployed and Making a Big Move to Minneapolis

Comaniacs,

Before I say my piece, I just wanted to commend this community. It’s been rare for me to find birds of a feather, so I thank you for that. Now, the hard part for me.

The fragility of pride can be inexplicable at times. Unheralded self examination is a pressure that’s very humbling, but necessary for any sort of internal peace; even when it feels like the worst blooming and inevitable.

I’ve lived or died by the sword when it comes to my pride. Fatality is a familiar result. I march to the beat of my own drum, because if I didn’t, there are some folks who wouldn’t pick up sticks. It got the better of me again.

I was terminated by Kroger in mid November and have been out of work since. I’ve landed a new job in Minneapolis, so that alleviate the internal self destruction I’ve been putting myself through.

Unfortunately, this has taken its motherfucking toll. I was diagnosed with major depression, bi-polar disorder, ADHD, PTSD and on the spectrum (hell yeah). After a turnstile of double digit pills and even more therapy

Nine months of harassment at work and a number of other personal issues made all of it worse before it got better.

During the questioning before my suspension and termination, I was asked if I had “used the n-word” or profiled certain types of people. I couldn’t have been more hurt and defenseless.

This company willing shuffled me between stores, forced inhumane hours on me, and dug into me no matter the double standard. To cap it off, they had the audacity to say some motherfucking bullshit like that on my way out. I get you DC, let me next door so I can spit in your fucking face.

I’m going to attempt a legal battle with them. I was let go for a customer complaint… just when I started seriously mentioning OSHA and the FTC. I had spoken in private about my intentions to be a whistleblower. Oh yeah, can’t forget they emailed me a .pdf of my social security number and personal medical files to my personal g-mail.

This year was the worst of my life and to be frank, life hasn’t given me with what I was hoping we’re expecting. It’s hard to accept sputtering trajectory sometimes.

To get to the point… I’ve come to terms that I need to recognize that the fragility I’m confronting within myself is just a big fat lie.

I’m here because I need to ask all you shit eating wild people for help. As you can guess by now, my finances look like ONE FC.

I’ve had some help and I’ve sold of a good chunk of collectibles and what have you, but with a bigger move coming up, securing an apartment with a down paymentI, replacing some essentials, gas, anything that’s going to help get my pets and I there.

If anyone here is willing to give me some support, the amount of thanks I’d have would be just as large as Chad’s cantaloupe calves. Get me out of this DWCS 39 fight contract and give me them 50 G’s or obtain any assets in totality from the CME Enterprises LLC.

Reaching out when I’m in spot is one of my biggest problems. I’d rather deal with someone else’s. This is the last position I want to be put in, but it is what it is. As much as I hate asking for help, I need to accept that my pride is not interwoven with vulnerability or shame. I gracefully can ask for help. I turn 35 and hit 3-1/2 years without out any of them soda pops. I want one of the fresh starts in my life to last longer than “The Machida Era” did.

Thank y’all for being this community. It’s all I’ve had at times. Even though I’m quiet, I’m lurking in the shadows like a gangster in the night. I wouldn’t be the person I’m proud to be without all of which was built here.

I’ll always be here if anyone needs anything. Everything except being point man on Sir Nigel’s campaign to extract “The Poet” from a Mexican prison. That’s work for noted heels. I love you folks.

Be well,

Josh (Dundasso tattoo guy)

P.S. Fuck the god damn, yellows-bellied, ratbastard sombitch Las Vegas Knights.

P.S.S. Funds from CME Enterprises LLC are currently being siphoned, I mean donated into an offshore account by Fight Island as we speak…

P.S.S.S. Ben: If Chad can say fart, you take that one-way ticket to EAT. THAT. ASS.

CUE: Face the Pain

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