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Adoption Certificate for Nellie, the Daily Thread numbat (with thanks to @Catfish)
THEY DON'T FUCKING CARE!!!!!!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSSS
I start in a couple of weeks. Oh my fucking god.
Thank you everyone for all the support and listening to me whinge the last 6 months. It's really, really appreciated โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
Best possible outcome! And validation that honesty still matters to people.
YOU FUCKING LITTLE RIPPER!!!!!! ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐พ
oh wow, congratulations mate - amazing news and a great end to a long journey
edit: or rather, what a great way to take the next steps
Congrats dude.
Onwards and upwards!!
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That is great news. I'm happy to hear it
Thank you for sticking your neck out mate. I'm incredibly appreciative โค๏ธ
Yay! Cat treats and champagne all round!
WWWWOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOO!!!!
Congratulations!!!
GO SIMON FLUFFYBUTT!!!!
Congratulations!!
YESSSSSSSS!!!!!! We LOVE this kind of energy!!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!
Woooooo!
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Woohoo!!! Thatโs fantastic ! Iโm so happy for you!
Amazing! Congrats!!!!
YAAAAY!! So happy you finally got it ๐
FUCK YESSS OMG OMG OMG!!!!
YOU DID IT!
YOU DID IT!!!!
AHHHHHHGHGGHGHGGDJDJDJDKD!
WOOOOOO CONGRATULATIONS!
go celebrate ๐ฅณ ๐
okay, chairs are done, phew, that was hard work
spoiler
Those are AWESOME! So much hard work but the results are soooo worth it.
Ok, on further investigation, he managed to break into my spare room. He slashed up my bike seat, stole my MacBook, slashed a poster, destroyed a 3D Printer I got as a gift, and destroyed a resin 3D printer I also got as a gift. I'm going to call the police, but I want to wait for the locksmith to come let me into my spare room first because that's where I kept most of my valuables
I'm really fucking sorry for what's happened mate. I really am.
What an absolute piece of fucking shit.
This is also on the people running the house. Speak to your worker about being reimbursed for what's been destroyed.
It's their responsibility to provide a safe place for you and your stuff.
Don't let them off the hook.
And I would be demanding someone stay at the house with you for the next few weeks at minimum. Your safety is their responsibility.
What an absolute knob. I'm sorry this is happening to you mate
Was just reminded that at my previous job, the 33f supervisor and the 40m appointment setter called each other "work husband/wife". She has a long-term boyfriend, and he is married to his husband...
I've given myself the ick again. I hate those terms. Like, we don't have to reduce every male/female friendship into "wife/husband", just with the "work" qualifier.
Men and women can be friends at the workplace, and it is entirely appropriate to call each other "friends". My hot take is that "work husband/wife" is gross and inappropriate.
Fully support this. Its a term that feels like it belongs from an early 2010s buzzfeed list. Gross.
Tinyest can now clap to the parts of "if your happy and you know it" which is pretty awesome. He's also waving "Hello" after being able to wave bye bye for a while now. He does both at random though, and occasionally wants a high 5 or clap in between a waves. Still, progress. Scrubs was right, it really is like having a dog that slowly learns to talk.
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I would like to offer this to you instead, our faithful chef of the last four years:
Today's the day I finally get to go home. I've been away for just about 3 weeks. Unfortunately though I won't be able to get into my room. The other kid blames me for him being kicked out, so he tried to pick my lock or something. Whatever he did, he fucked it up and I've been told it no longer unlocks. Apparently there's a locksmith coming sometime between 9am and 5pm tomorrow to fix it, but until then I guess I'll just be chilling in the lounge room.
I'm also a bit worried honestly, because he seems like the type to hold grudges. I don't know what I'm going to be walking back into, and what state of disrepair the house is going to be in. Also, I'll be alone for the foreseeable future and, well, he knows where I live. He's been abusive towards me a few times (although not directly at me, just at other people who've passed it onto me) over the last few weeks, too. Probably pessimistic and over the top, but I'm kind of expecting a brick to come through the window tomorrow night. Hoping for the best, but bracing for the worst, I guess
Iโm so sorry dude. The people in charge of your situation fucked up royally and left you in this position. Theyโve put you in danger through negligence.
Please consider making a formal complaint if it wonโt endanger your accommodation, or reach out to some independent advocates and tell them everything. Also please talk to somewhere like Berry St or Orange Door.
Iโm wondering whether taking out an ivo will create enough political pressure for them to move you. (And be worth the potential risk of aggravating this kid further.) Though you generally need a name and address to serve it which may require cooperation from the organisation - and these jokers seem to be the type to suddenly remember โprivacyโ now that it suits them to. (They will likely go into arse covering mode.)
In your situation it would be called a Personal Safety Order. You are allowed to apply for one by yourself (not sure if your age affects that) or police may agree to apply for one on your behalf. You can apply online and court by WebEx is available sometimes, but if itโs in person there will be court volunteers to support you.
It may be harder to get one as it isnโt a family member or ex/partner but having it puts you in a stronger position to have something done if he comes back. If you wrote down what happened plus the dates, this is where that comes in handy.
Also please document that the lock was broken while you were away - even just a quick dated note, write that it happened in this date range so you remember. And preferably mention it in an email to the organisation for a paper trail that possibly prevents the damage being blamed on you or repairs billed to you. (Arse covering mode often involves blaming the victim for anything they can plus refusing to take responsibility or help.)
Potentially report the burglary attempt and property damage to the police - even if you ring the cops and agree to do the report via email. Send photos of anything you can - reporting the property damage may mean that you wonโt get charged for repairs or held responsible and have them try to kick you out.
Ps. Iโm sorry if this stresses you out worse. Itโs just coming from someone who has dealt with many ferals.
I've been taking the dog outside on a retractable lead. I encourage him to do pee-pees but he's shy even though I know he's a dirty little boy.
So I put some newspaper down in the kitchen and explained nicely that in times of an emergency could he please use the facilities provided and NOT on my fucking carpet. ๐ค
I've had a similar conversation with Gibson about hairballs.
We're still in negotiations...
Police report submitted. I received a "notice to the victim" and she said that somebody will call me within 48 hours and I should avoid contaminating the area in case crime scene services decide to attend. Spooky. I'm going to see if I can convince my org to submit a property damage report for the broken walls, doors, and locks, but I doubt they will (they don't like pressing charges as a general rule of thumb, I've seen kids damage 3x3m sections of wall, kick doors in, and try to torch houses and they still don't call police.
I'm impressed with the police assistance line, the people I spoke to were very nice and understanding. I don't have a very high impression of police, generally (although I don't hate them). But every time I've called the PAL they've always been respectful and polite. Such a good service.
The house isn't as fucked as I was expecting. It looks like he tried to break into all of the rooms, but only succeeded in breaking into one of them (not mine). My lock is well and truly fucked though, I think he tried to take a crowbar to the doors and a knife to my lock. He had an illegal motorbike, and there's deep gouges in our back lawn so I think he was doing loops around the yard or something. He didn't kill my plants though, so that's a bonus I guess.
He did use my toilet and bathroom which I'm quite uncomfortable about. It doesn't look like he nicked anything, but he went through 5 or 6 rolls of my toilet paper, my toilet reeks, and I'm worried he's fucked with my body wash or something. Unfortunately although my bathroom does lock, it only has one of those locks that can be unlocked from the outside with a butter knife.
I'm still really worried about him coming back to the house and either smashing stuff up, or trying to break in and steal or break things. I'm going to be home alone for about 2 months, and I'm not super thrilled about the situation.
Edit: my cereal box has a fist shaped dent and he's nicked almost all of my spices. Who the fuck punches a box of cereal wtaf
Someone with a very low frustration tolerance. And anger management issues. And no respect for other people's belongings. This guy sounds very high risk for returning to the scene of the crime to do more 'I spit on you' antics. It's not so much the damage, I expect, it'll be more his way of expressing contempt for anyone that he feels is not 'respecting' him. Which makes no sense, but I suspect he's not doing too much objective thinking.
Coped a lecture about how climate change isn't real by an older bloke in front of me at the shops. Retorted that he'll be dead before he see's any real problems from it, which he didn't like.
In office today, in my regular seat, doing my regular work.
A new team has moved onto our floor and they are waaaaaaay to fucking cheerful and loud.
In my new managerial role I am going to have a word with their supervisor and give a polite reminder about shared workspaces.
Off work sick. Sinus blerg
Good news: nothing from my main room is missing. My main room has a deadbolt, so he couldn't get in. My spare room isn't so lucky, it isn't a deadbolt, so he was able to get a screwdriver into the lock and push it open. For my main room though, he drilled a screw inside the lock hole and went mental kicking the door, but it didn't work. Honestly impressed. Our front door isn't a deadbolt though, which is a bit nerve wracking. I now know how easy it is to push the type of lock on my spare room open
Bad news: my MacBook isn't in my main room which means it has definitely been stolen. I actually grabbed it before but then decided I wouldn't need it so it wasn't worth carrying. I thought I left it on my bed, but I actually left it on my desk, so it's gone.
I'm really pissed about the poster. It was a nice canvas poster thing that I got as a Christmas present with the Tokyo train map on it. Completely slashed. Right through the middle. End to end. It's not irreplaceable, but it had sentimentality. The MacBook is almost a decade old, missing screws, has shitty battery life, and has deep gouges marks in the top from when another kid at a previous place got shitty at me and scratched it up.
I asked about the threats he made over the phone to someone else, but apparently that was a misphrasing on their part. He didn't threaten me, he was just abusive towards me. That makes me feel ever so slightly better about it, but
It's early. I'm waiting for fence builders. What I can tell you is, when getting the quotes, the dude who turned up with thongs on did not get the job.
Feeling very blah today. Struggling for motivation. One of those โwhat the hell am I doing with my lifeโ days.
I don my Oodie like an Elvin cloak and I am ready for the world.
Gratitude thread!
I'm grateful for chatting with people at the gym yesterday.
