Ask Lemmy

At the moment, everything.

This time last year, I was meant to be buying my own apartment and finally moving out from my parents' home. Then I got laid off, spent seven months struggling to find work and then landed a temporary purchase ledger job which I fucking hate. Partially because the commute takes me about 2 hours each way, partially because I work an 8-5 shift and have to get up at stupid o'clock in the morning on office days, and partially because we use Oracle Fusion which is the biggest crock of shit I've ever used.

Unfortunately that means I have to live with my elderly mollycoddling parents for even longer. Renting somewhere is out of the question because Bristol is the second-most expensive British city to live in, and I basically can't get a mortgage without a full time job.

Sometimes I question why the fuck I chose to go towards accounting. I have a History degree, I'm fully AAT qualified and I'm halfway through my ACCA and I'm earning £13.50 a fucking hour, or just £1.29 above minimum wage on a zero-hours contract. I can genuinely earn nearly as much from stacking shelves, flipping burgers or pouring pints, not that there's really many hospitality or retail jobs available. Office days genuinely take 13 hours out of my day. 8 of these are working, 4 of these are the commute and 1 is the lunch break I get.

My future is uncertain and I feel like there's no point in bothering. Best-case scenario, AI is truly a bubble that's going to burst, crash the stock market and leave us in a recession. At worst, it takes all our jobs and the rich leave us to starve.

Despite a brief relationship with a woman who finally popped my cherry (we're still really close friends and I'm grateful she took my virginity), my love life is practically nonexistent. Online dating is an absolute void where I only seem to match with GPS-spoofing South-East Asian and African women either pulling love scams or trying to find a Western spouse and the means to a green card. Two ladies messed around with my feelings and led me on big time this year. One practically threw herself at me one evening (TLDR, she got very flirty, she kissed me with tongue, among other things) then put me straight in the friend zone as soon as I got home. Another had more-or-less been using her ME/CFS as an excuse to not date me, not meet up with me and keep me at arms length, yet had been seeing other people behind my back. And she had the gall to virtually cry on my shoulder because some guy who said he'd "wait for her" had enough and ghosted her.

I have a lipoma on my neck which is going to cost me a lot to remove, and good luck actually finding the time to get the consultation and surgery/liposuction booked. The NHS won't do it because it's not cancerous, even though this thing has grown to the point where it's 5.5cm in diameter and sticks out like a sore thumb.