I am not sure what to say about that.
I was at a local live show. The singer was talking about how she sacrificed so much to make the show, and tonight is her daughter’s birthday which she is missing.
Somebody, without missing a beat, shouted “YOU’RE A TERRIBLE MOTHER”
It was like all the air was sucked out of the room and we were in the vacuum of space and could not hear a single vibration of sound. The rest of the show was super low energy lol
Was she wrong though?
Yeah it sounds pretty bad but we should not judge we do not know what she has been through
Explain the trauma that means a local singer can’t schedule a show for a different day
Imagine the singer is trapped in an abusive relationship with her manager, who forced her to work that day. Maybe this is her only source of income and her kid has special needs. Maybe she’s divorced and the dad has the kid this birthday and she COULD show up but the dad would make a scene. All of these based on true stories.
😬
Turn on your imagination
Not sure what is more depressing: missing your child’s birthday or posting about missing your child’s birthday.
Missing your child’s burthday after already having missed it all the years before and your child already complained about it.
Photo’s of him with her as a baby 'cos that’s the last time they interacted in person
people on linkedln are a freak of nature. they’ll post anything for views.
it’s similar to the “infinite energy” claim some linkedln users post that make me question if they have ever attended a university physics lecture. the ironic thing… people fucking believed it.
I could probably vaguely rephrase flat earth conspiracy theory and linkedln would agree on that premise as fact. I’m not even talking about changing it much, just adding a little bit of jargon here and there, and they’d believe it.
So many people are ragging on this guy, but they don’t understand what it’s like to have 131 middle managers sing you happy birthday before they go splurge their per diem on two mai tai’s and try to get the waitress, who’s actually your daughter’s age, to drink one.
A lot of women like older men, but yeah, not in that situation. Very disgusting.
Looking forward to the posts in ten years on aitah “my daughter told me i was a horrible father and cut all contact”
Super American and super gross.
It is gross, but he’s from the UK
Well then, he qualifies as an honorary American!
Cut to 20 years later “Why does my daughter never visit doesn’t she know how much I sacrificed?”
“I gave her a whole slide at the beginning of the deck where people still pay attention! Kids are so ungrateful these days”
My wife’s and my 12th anniversary is this week… and she reminded me (again 🍆✊💦) that I usually miss our anniversaries because I’m out fucking mailboxes every night.
Not helped this year that there are still mailboxes in the world.
So I improvised instead of figuring out a solution.
This year, instead of making my wife sad, I wrote “I was at my own wedding” on every mailbox just before I fucked it.
If my wife isn’t satisfied with this solution, that’s her problem, not mine. I’m not here to compromise with things that aren’t those fuckable mailboxes.
Moments like this remind me how lucky I am that the mailboxes I fuck can’t move or talk while I tell them about my wife and then fuck them. It’s like they’re forced to be there.
We are all mailbox fuckers. For some people, shirking fatherhood is their mailbox fucking. For me, fucking a mailbox is my mailbox fucking … cheers guys!
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So much for keeping her off the pole.
I am blessed to have my current job. It was my daughters birthday earlier this week and on the morning of her birthday she came to me (I WFH btw) a bit upset as the plans she had made for the day had fell through as both her friends cancelled.
I was able to book that PM off work with 90 minutes notice and have it approved. Daughter and I had a great day :)
I was angry until I noticed what community this was posted to.
As an old medic and firefighter, I missed my share of family things. Holidays were for spending time with your closest coworkers in the ER. New Year’s Eve, (my wedding anniversary), often meant spending quality time crawly inside a car wreak to get someone out alive. My one daughter’s high school graduation I was paged out for some little old lady’s heart attack in the middle of her party.
So, was I a bad father or am I the victim of a bunch of narcistic people that decided to have the worst day of their lives and dialing 911 to ruin my any and all 4 of my daughter’s special occasions?
You sacreficed your family time for the good of the community, which is a worthwile and selfless thing to do.
The post op shared is probably not about a person who sacreficed his family time for the good of the community or as a selfless act but rather out of greed for the paycheck at the end of the month.
How does transportation work when you were paged? Do you just take your own vehicle everywhere or did you leave the rest of your family to find their own way home?
This was a rural setting. So scheduling worked a bit different from it does in the big city.
First, we had just 11 people to provide 24/7/365 service. So, we would work 12hr shifts a week on as primary to respond first during the day. After a week of that you would move to the 12hr night shift for a week. Then you become secondary rig for 2 weeks. This meant you could stay home and only respond if the primary rig was busy. But you couldn’t leave town. And being a rural service, a second rig wasn’t always needed. So you could do birthday parties and such, but you might need to randomly. Or maybe you made only one call all day. Then you became tertiary and would only respond to All Hands On Deck emergency. You could even leave town and go shopping.
Only one time did my family witness me working call. We were headed out of town for Thanksgiving and there was a car accident-- a rollover in the ditch. My daughters got wide-eyed as I drove past the deputy controlling traffic and headed into the scene. We got close, I parked the car and jumped out and ran down the ditch. The car was on it’s side and the fire department was just finishing up securing the car. And I climbed in to start caring for the patient. The 2 EMT-Bs working that day were getting busy organizing the extrication and first aid supplies, (we suspected a broken leg). The boys had fun cutting the roof off enough and rolling the dash to free the patient, and we got them out and loaded into the ambulance. I watched the rig drive away, walked back the car got in, and we drove to Grandma’s house.
Interestingly, after that none of my Daughters ever complained about daddy missing a softball game or play ever again. When I had to skip out on the one Daughter’s graduation party, somebody asked her where I was running off to, I heard her laugh and tell them it happens all the time and I would be back in an hour or so.
One of the nicest parts of going from rural to a city was turning in that damn pager.
I do miss sleeping at night on shift, though.
Yeah, that pager runs your whole life and controls what you can and cannot do out here in the wilds. I hated that dispatch would hit every pager in the county all summer about any little weather watch. I mean come on! It’s just a watch. Page me when a tornado actually hits. Until then, let me sleep.
I thought about going to the city. Better schedule and more money and more calls. But somebody has to be out here in the hinterlands. There just ain’t enough of us anywhere, city or country.
You stay safe and party on!
Poor guy, at least he did what he could.
What a waste of a human life.
But will his daughter ever be able to recreate the SEGMENT MANAGER memories? Hmm?
A meeting? Seriously?
