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I am trapped in the belly of the beast. I am what you dubbed schizocroat. I complained yesterday that I am unable to buy superchats. Get this - I got booted out of the membership stream automatically 40 minutes in because after midnight passed from my POV the membership payment didn't go through. I was able to do both for two months now without a hitch. The card is both valid and has funds. I actually managed to get a hold of support, a certain "Ryan" who is an obvious Google pajeet, and after explaining the situation to him and barely tolerating his almost broken English I received an email next morning telling me that the issue has been solved. Bullshit. Nothing was solved. And it's fucking Sunday evening, so I can't contact my bank to see if they fucked up somehow. I now have to pull through a nightshift and then go and... be functional at my bank in the morning before ANOTHER nightshift in the hopes something positive might happen. I know for a FACT I have money on the card because I shuffled money around just two days ago to buy pricey shit. The card is good and the bank is a big chungus, but something is fucking me and I can't see the dick.
I tried contacting the Indian vermin again, maybe that'll do it. I mean, I'm trying to be funny but I'm very fucking furious. My uncle, to whom I owe a lot, has called it quits at his job. He was a sailor at a domestic company, a machinist. He's 56 years old and he is DONE. His shoulder and leg are FUCKED, and he's been working since he was 18. He simply imploded, and now I have to find the time to go see him and reassure him that he'll be fine and that despite Croatia fucking him in the ass pension wise (tiny, tiny pension for a lifetime of hard physical labor) he has nothing to worry about and that he can make it. But he is so, so tired, spent, broken and tired of life and the bad shit I worry for him. And on top of that I keep missing to go visit my grandmother who is 82 and need companionship. I myself work 12 hour shifts and oops haha my coworkers are retards so now I gotta pull a six day 12 hour shift fuck me in the ass deal and can't visit either of them while simultaneously having to deal with some Indian chimpanzees, cryptic banking bullshit and fuck me if I know when and how I'll find the time to go get the guy to check my AC because the thing is fucking up. Yes, I feel the votka, I feel it in my Slavic fuck you heart. For fucks sake I just want to unwind and watch a šark do funny stuff so I can pretend for a while life hasn't destroyed me. I work, I was a fucking soldier, I did my fucking thing, just let me have this you fucking turds.
