Oh man, this exactly. I’ve taken to cramming in the cleaning the day before but, of course, I end up overdoing it. Then new messes appear by the time I’m ready to try again.
It’s pronounced Gif, with a soft G as in Graphics.
I don’t give a fuck what the idiot creator thinks it should be pronounced as, I’ll die on this hill with my honor intact, surrounded by the corpses of everyone who thinks Jif is referring to anything but peanut butter.
It’s pronounced GIF (sounding out each letter), like in that ‘If Google Was A Guy’ CollegeHumor video. Just so that it doesn’t annoy or antagonise anyone for a meaningless purpose. Everyone wins.
Or, maybe both pronouncers (the “jiff” gang and the “giff” crowd) will team up against me for saying that. At least we’ll have harmony for most people if that’s the case, and I’ll be a sacrifice to keep the peace.
It took me a bit after graduating to realize that college had reinforced my bad work habits. I just piled on more and more stress and didn’t know how to deal with it beyond pushing myself too far. It worked well in a punctuated semester system, but not so much at an actual job. Not to mention it was horrible for my mental health.
And the only coping mechanic I learned in college was drinking, which is a horrible coping mechanism. I didn’t know how else to handle stress, so when the pandemic broke all of us, I drowned my anxiety and worries. It was when I went through an entire 2L of soda in one night as mixer (for heavy poured drinks) that I knew I had to cut back.
Looking back, it always felt like I was chasing something while drinking after graduating, that I could never find. I don’t think it was the alcohol that helped me cope so much in college as it was the socializing and the company. It could never replicate that feeling because it was the people who made it enjoyable.
You’re very welcome! Something else interesting is that the pandemic really broke my productivity, and I discovered I had ADHD that was never diagnosed. It was the whole forcing myself thing that masked it all my life.
I dunno if that’s true for you also, but I figure we’re similar enough that it could be helpful.
I had no idea that hyper focusing was a symptom until later, and it makes so much sense in retrospect. That’s basically what I did to force myself to plow through work
My dishwasher has been broken for over a week. I can see how your situation is soul crushing. The only thing keeping me going is a fix in the near future.
Question for anyone who’s got one of these things: would it be practical to like keep it in a cabinet, and pull it out when you want to use it, then put it back when you’re done? Not much counter space here… Also, someone mentioned about not needing a water hookup and just pouring water in. How difficult is it to drain those ones? I imagine if one were to try to store it between uses, you’d want it completely dry before putting away…
Maybe? You do have to make sure the drain hose is on quite tight to make sure it’s sealed. Might be annoying putting it back on each time. If you could leave it on and wrap it around it I can’t see why not. Mine was a Comfee Mini Plus so no water hookup, you could just pull it out of a cupboard so long as it fits. I mainly had mine because I had no hot water supply.
In this situation, I’d be tempted to hunt down some sort of small industrial hose quick-coupler for this situation. Something with a rubber gasket for sealing would work well, drains are not very high pressure.
Hell, a garden hose quick connect like from a hardware store might even do the trick.
I’ve never had a hangover ever in my life, but could that be from my genes? My mom could really hold her alcohol well even though she didn’t drink a lot.
Sounds like you just keep hydrated and get sufficient electrolytes while drinking. Unless you are like blackout levels of drinking hydration, food and electrolytes will keep you in action from my experience. The other thing is when do you drink, if you drank real late your gonna be intoxicated while trying to sleep which would kill your ability to get deep sleep and rem sleep which are the stages that promote physical and mental recovery. Fuck with that and don’t stay hydrated and fed while drinking and you are in for a bad time, regardless of age. I think in your twenties your more likely to also be crawling bars which means you have food and hydration options readily available that your probably gonna have in addition to the alcohol so the main issue becomes lack of rem and deep sleep creating a mild hangover for most early on. Also as you get older, you’re more likely to hurt yourself doing something you felt invincible doing in your 20s so that physical recovery stage becomes ever more important cue worse hangovers. But im not a doctor, so if I’m off here on any of my explanations, please correct me.
It’s surely genes, at least in part. Genes + health and drinking etiquette (keeping hydrated, eating well before, during and after, etc) all contribute. In my experience, genes play a huge part in it. I have friends, that eat like shit and have bad health in general, that are able to drink more than anyone else yet don’t really get hung over. Some of them only drink a couple of times a year, so I’m sure it’s not just tolerance.
I think some of it too is your drinking habits. When you’re drinking a lot, you’ll be more resistant to hangovers from low alcohol consumption. The problem is you never stay at just 3 drinks when you drink that much.
10:30? More like whatever time it is in that frame plus however long it takes to walk to the car and say “good luck with your crazy father, but I’m out”.
Worst hangover I ever had, I was 20 and spent an entire May day working with my brother scraping and painting a small shed, and replacing the shingles. Took us about ten hours give or take. We had an occasional beer but nothing crazy.
Once done we each polished off about ten Labatt 50s while we watched hockey, then went out to meet friends. Got home at about 2 am.
Woke up the next day like someone had driven a spike through my head and was drumming the ends that stuck out with steel rods.
I was screwed for about 36 hours. Realized as I was recovering that I hadn’t had a drop of water all that day, just stopped working to sip on a cold beer every once in a while.
And not just water, electrolytes as well! Keep drinking the beer and water and your gonna piss out all your needed salts very quickly which can still lead to dehydration. Every 3 glasses of water drink one body armor (or Gatorade or your preferred electrolyte drink/mix) basically and you should be relatively a ok the next day.
I just realized how I ended up with relatively minor hangovers at worst in college - the bar I frequented had free hot dogs and popcorn, which were salty, delicious little electrolyte sources.
36 hours was like a standard hangover for me after I hit my 30s.
I’m now 40 and haven’t gotten drunk in years because it isn’t worth losing the rest of my weekend and going into the work week for 4 hours of marginal fun on Friday.
Part of it, for me, is that I still want to play games as I did when I was younger. I.e. multi-hour play sessions. To sit there and just get lost in it for the whole evening.
But increasingly that’s becoming unworkable. I got shit to do.
The solution, then, would be to adjust my expectations to like an hour of playtime here and there. But when I do that, I’ve created a schedule, and time limit, both of which really kill my personal enjoyment of game time. Playing a game while watching the clock is just not relaxing to me.
So I keep holding out for more of those evenings, those solid chunks of time when I pick up the controller and play till I’m ready for bed. But they’ve become so few and far between that gaming has become a weekend thing. That’s a problem in itself because the weekend is generally reserved for doing things with my partner or other outings.
Quarantine was probably the most gaming I’ve done in a long time. I basically got to play with the same reckless abandon as I did when I was much younger, for a couple solid months. But the chances of me being able to have that same relationship with this past time ever again appears fleeting.
Having rigid schedules with little to no wiggle room sure contribute to that, doesn’t it. It’s really frustrating to me. For quite a long period of time (around a year-ish), I didn’t do anything else except work from home which was, for the most part, pretty chill. Naturally, even though I’m living with my partner, I had a lot of time on my hands to go to ping pong practice, play games, and other things. Now, I’ve recently started an apprenticeship and now I have time to do fuck-all once I get home from school. Groceries, cooking, some cleaning, and then it’s basically time to sleep lol. Barely, if any gaming, no time on my hands to go to practice etc.
We’ve been struggling a lot recently, but I’m still holding out hope that it’ll get a little better once we’re accustomed to the schedule even if it’ll probably only get more later on. One can hope, I guess.
It really does help to appreciate the little time we have (I have) to do recreational activities, though. It does feel really special then.
It’s definitely one of those things that I really miss.
It helps me if I make an alarm for 15 minutes before I need to stop playing. It reduces the anxiety of looking at the time. It’s not the same, but better than just an alarm at quitting time.
The other problem is that even when I have time off, like vacations or holidays, I have a backlog of adult things to do. And Heck if my partner is going to accept that I use my PTO to game.
Steam Deck is great for this. Especially since you can suspend mid-game like a Nintendo Switch. No down time to select a game, wait for it to load, etc., if you don’t want that.
Great for quick sessions if you only have small bursts of time.
I have to go off it for a month or so every so often because I go from ‘this is a nice feeling, I want to go to sleep’ when coming down to suicidal anxiety after a while. Not exactly a hangover, but it’s not ideal.
After a tolerance break, I’m fine again, but what the hell is that?
I got to the point with weed where the first bowl of the day made me feel great with the standard high, second bowl was meh and after the third bowl I just had tremendously negative and stressful thought patterns all the time. It didn’t help that this was all before 7 AM.
Take the word “gift”. Say the word, but stop before you get to the last letter. What letters did you say? What sound came out of your mouth? Case closed.
Take the word “applet”. Say the word, but stop before you get to the last letter. What letters did you say? What sound came out of your mouth? Case closed.
I know not everyone has this luxury but remote work has really helped give some time back in my day. Between the flexible schedule and just napping when I feel like it, I have more time in the evening to play games again. Not everyday but a few times a week at least.
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