WAR ROOM LOUNGE V25: MJ vs Prince

[WhiteMousse]

Damn....

Well I'm glad things worked out lol

@Lead @kpt018 and myself are all accountants. My area is corporate income tax accounting and compliance.

Oh nice! My plan is to be a Controller. I'll have to start at assistant but they said I'm already doing most of the work for that anyway.

 

[Jack V Savage]

Damn....

Well I'm glad things worked out lol

@Lead @kpt018 and myself are all accountants. My area is corporate income tax accounting and compliance.

Also @WhiteMousse since you were sharing I'm currently in my 4th month of my 2nd marriage..... my first marriage lasted 3 months so I broke that record lol

I'm a stock analyst (that does focus on some forensic accounting) and in year 10 of my only marriage. Like most people, had some bad relationships before that, but nothing quite as devastating as what @WhiteMousse describes. Again, great to see it wasn't a life (or death) sentence.

 

[Gregolian]

Y'all should just swear off women like me....

Spoiler

Granted I work two jobs to make ends meet and one of them is a full time gov't job so maybe my life ain't as together as I make it look for my coworkers[/quote]

 

[Slick_36]

Accounting.

Story time.

I grew up in an ultra religious, right wing family. I wasn't good at sports. I tried but I was afraid of everything. Afraid to fail. Afraid of the ball. Just afraid. I was a very good singer, and I was great at playing the piano. I also knew the Bible inside and out. When I was a teen I was doing sermons and everyone expected that I would become a pastor.

I did. I went to a religion-centric college and got a degree in New Testament Textual Criticism. I married my childhood sweetheart whom I'd been dating for five years. Started the ministry right along with the start of my marriage.

After 7 years we got up on a Sunday morning and my wife had a stomach ache. I was worried about her so I told her I'd stay home and take care of her. She told me to just go ahead that she'd catch up with me before service.

She didn't come and I was getting really worried. Blew up her phone between class and service, then zoomed home afterwards. She wasn't there and her car was gone so I went to the hospital. Nothing. Went to her work place, nothing. Finally went home and found a note on our bed.

Basically she'd been cheating on me and had been siphoning the money I made for us into a separate bank account. She'd been planning to leave for a year. If I were to go into all the details of what she did to hide everything, and how all the little weird things immediately made sense you wouldn't even believe it.

To say I was devastated would be a massive understatement. I didn't trust anyone or anything. I never saw it coming. The night before she left we were on the couch together watching a movie. I was having panic attacks every five minutes. Couldn't sleep because my body was constantly in fight or flight mode, and I wasn't breathing involuntarily- I would start to doze off, stop breathing and then wake up out of breath. I developed an irrational fear of people just randomly disappearing from my life. My friends couldn't reach me on the phone because I was afraid to respond to any kind of communication, for fear of losing that person.

I was going to two shrinks, both of them religious in their nature and practice and I was just, ironically, in hell. Everyone in the church turned on me- they though I must have been abusive or whatever, and they started having meetings without me to determine if they wanted to just throw me to the curb.

For about six months after she left, I kept our home exactly as it was. I kept two toothbrushes in our sink, I kept two plates on the table. I bunched up the blankets at night and pretended to hold her. It's interesting to talk about it now because today it is simply part of my history, but at the time it was excruciating in a way I couldn't possibly explain. The only time I ever found relief was whenever I'd go to the basement and empty the dehumidifier. It was inexplicable but unmistakable.

My shrink then told me the reason I felt the euphoria was because I was so lonely and so depressed that I had actually developed a relationship with the dehumidifier. It made noise, it was something I took care of and it would stop working if I stopped servicing it; it essentially depended upon me. During all that time nobody in the church visited me, helped me or talked me through things.

That was the moment my life truly changed, because that was the moment I changed. I was revolted by the whole ordeal. I threw it all away. Moved down to Florida, in with my best friend and his wife. Started at the very beginning, older than I wanted to be, much further behind than I wanted to think about. Worked with my buddy at a restaurant. Eventually my resume got picked up and I got an entry-level position in a small firm. Worked my way up, found that I'm really good with numbers and finances.

Now I stand on the brink of making serious, serious money. A promotion is waiting for me, my bosses say. But I need this degree.

I still have issues because of what happened, but I've made huge strides and I enjoy a healthy relationship with a beautiful young woman.

And believe it or not, there are massive upsides to that kind of thing. For one, I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I started trying things- I got into MMA, started taking BJJ lessons. I'm braver, more social. There are still moments when doubt and hurt creep in, no doubt. But my life is better now without her, and them. It's a lot more lucrative too.

Anyway yeah I'm in accounting at USF. If I ace these last two tests I will get scholarships which is almost impossible for someone like me.

BONUS HISTORY:
Ex blew all the money she stole on yoga lessons, ended up living in a couple's attic. Think she got married again but people told me it didn't last. I actually, literally never saw her again after that morning. The last time I saw her I had no idea there was any problem.

BONUS HISTORY II: Family still wants me to come back to God. Brothers both look at me like I'm some sort of leper, like they're afraid they'll get infected by my heretical disease. I am an utter outcast in the eyes of the church. They all regard me as a failure, and as a liberal piece of garbage.

BONUS HISTORY III: Women absolutely adore me now that I don't give a shit about them. I'm serious. If you want women to chase you, simply don't give a fuck about who they are, what they're doing or what matters to them. I'm not saying pretend. I'm not saying ignore them. I'm saying, truly don't care.

Wow, Jack is right, heavy is the only way to describe that story. I think a lot of person would have settled in that rock bottom. The church can be a nasty place, my girlfriend has her masters in Divinity and works an associate pastor, it seems to really weigh on her a lot of the time. The amount of judgement and anger seems to be overwhelming, I can only imagine being at the center of it while struggling with your loss. It's inspiring that you've made a new life and pressed forward. We have a choice every day to be the person we want to be, sometimes the weight of the past can hold us back but it can't hold us down forever if we fight on.

 

[kpt018]

Oh nice! My plan is to be a Controller. I'll have to start at assistant but they said I'm already doing most of the work for that anyway.

I'm a controller now for a booming CPG company and have a background in assurance for big 4 and experience in financial reporting for a publicly traded company.

 

[WhiteMousse]

Wow, Jack is right, heavy is the only way to describe that story. I think a lot of person would have settled in that rock bottom. The church can be a nasty place, my girlfriend has her masters in Divinity and works an associate pastor, it seems to really weigh on her a lot of the time. The amount of judgement and anger seems to be overwhelming, I can only imagine being at the center of it while struggling with your loss. It's inspiring that you've made a new life and pressed forward. We have a choice every day to be the person we want to be, sometimes the weight of the past can hold us back but it can't hold us down forever if we fight on.

It was LONELY. More than anything. All my friends were in Florida and I was in PA. My family were scattered throughout the country so I had basically no one to talk to except my shrink.

Tell you what, it toughened me up. Fast.

 

[WhiteMousse]

I'm a controller now for a booming CPG company and have a background in assurance for big 4 and experience in financial reporting for a publicly traded company.

So you're doing pretty good then financially! Hope to join the ranks soon

 

[kpt018]

So you're doing pretty good then financially! Hope to join the ranks soon

I'm really lucky. I nailed a startup company that made it big time and am having a blast going along for the ride. It's been professionally, financially and intellectually rewarding.

Good luck man. Feel free to reach out and PM me if you have questions you feel like you don't want to ask irl.

 

[Prokofievian]

Accounting.

Story time.

I grew up in an ultra religious, right wing family. I wasn't good at sports. I tried but I was afraid of everything. Afraid to fail. Afraid of the ball. Just afraid. I was a very good singer, and I was great at playing the piano. I also knew the Bible inside and out. When I was a teen I was doing sermons and everyone expected that I would become a pastor.

I did. I went to a religion-centric college and got a degree in New Testament Textual Criticism. I married my childhood sweetheart whom I'd been dating for five years. Started the ministry right along with the start of my marriage.

After 7 years we got up on a Sunday morning and my wife had a stomach ache. I was worried about her so I told her I'd stay home and take care of her. She told me to just go ahead that she'd catch up with me before service.

She didn't come and I was getting really worried. Blew up her phone between class and service, then zoomed home afterwards. She wasn't there and her car was gone so I went to the hospital. Nothing. Went to her work place, nothing. Finally went home and found a note on our bed.

Basically she'd been cheating on me and had been siphoning the money I made for us into a separate bank account. She'd been planning to leave for a year. If I were to go into all the details of what she did to hide everything, and how all the little weird things immediately made sense you wouldn't even believe it.

To say I was devastated would be a massive understatement. I didn't trust anyone or anything. I never saw it coming. The night before she left we were on the couch together watching a movie. I was having panic attacks every five minutes. Couldn't sleep because my body was constantly in fight or flight mode, and I wasn't breathing involuntarily- I would start to doze off, stop breathing and then wake up out of breath. I developed an irrational fear of people just randomly disappearing from my life. My friends couldn't reach me on the phone because I was afraid to respond to any kind of communication, for fear of losing that person.

I was going to two shrinks, both of them religious in their nature and practice and I was just, ironically, in hell. Everyone in the church turned on me- they though I must have been abusive or whatever, and they started having meetings without me to determine if they wanted to just throw me to the curb.

For about six months after she left, I kept our home exactly as it was. I kept two toothbrushes in our sink, I kept two plates on the table. I bunched up the blankets at night and pretended to hold her. It's interesting to talk about it now because today it is simply part of my history, but at the time it was excruciating in a way I couldn't possibly explain. The only time I ever found relief was whenever I'd go to the basement and empty the dehumidifier. It was inexplicable but unmistakable.

My shrink then told me the reason I felt the euphoria was because I was so lonely and so depressed that I had actually developed a relationship with the dehumidifier. It made noise, it was something I took care of and it would stop working if I stopped servicing it; it essentially depended upon me. During all that time nobody in the church visited me, helped me or talked me through things.

That was the moment my life truly changed, because that was the moment I changed. I was revolted by the whole ordeal. I threw it all away. Moved down to Florida, in with my best friend and his wife. Started at the very beginning, older than I wanted to be, much further behind than I wanted to think about. Worked with my buddy at a restaurant. Eventually my resume got picked up and I got an entry-level position in a small firm. Worked my way up, found that I'm really good with numbers and finances.

Now I stand on the brink of making serious, serious money. A promotion is waiting for me, my bosses say. But I need this degree.

I still have issues because of what happened, but I've made huge strides and I enjoy a healthy relationship with a beautiful young woman.

And believe it or not, there are massive upsides to that kind of thing. For one, I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I started trying things- I got into MMA, started taking BJJ lessons. I'm braver, more social. There are still moments when doubt and hurt creep in, no doubt. But my life is better now without her, and them. It's a lot more lucrative too.

Anyway yeah I'm in accounting at USF. If I ace these last two tests I will get scholarships which is almost impossible for someone like me.

BONUS HISTORY:
Ex blew all the money she stole on yoga lessons, ended up living in a couple's attic. Think she got married again but people told me it didn't last. I actually, literally never saw her again after that morning. The last time I saw her I had no idea there was any problem.

BONUS HISTORY II: Family still wants me to come back to God. Brothers both look at me like I'm some sort of leper, like they're afraid they'll get infected by my heretical disease. I am an utter outcast in the eyes of the church. They all regard me as a failure, and as a liberal piece of garbage.

BONUS HISTORY III: Women absolutely adore me now that I don't give a shit about them. I'm serious. If you want women to chase you, simply don't give a fuck about who they are, what they're doing or what matters to them. I'm not saying pretend. I'm not saying ignore them. I'm saying, truly don't care.

But like, actually. Thanks for sharing and I'm glad it worked out for you.

 

[PolishHeadlock]

 

[Gregolian]

Had a couple fights to break up this last weekend and it's amazing how many phones came out to record the shit rather than you know... get out the way... or restrain your friends.

 

[PolishHeadlock]

Had a couple fights to break up this last weekend and it's amazing how many phones came out to record the shit rather than you know... get out the way... or restrain your friends.

WORLDSTAR

 

[Prokofievian]

Also @WhiteMousse since you were sharing I'm currently in my 4th month of my 2nd marriage..... my first marriage lasted 3 months so I broke that record lol

Nicccccce. It's all gravy from here breh.

 

[Gregolian]

WORLDSTAR

Yup, definitely heard that.

I love my new manager though. He dragged EVERY PERSON that had their phone out aside and did the "do you want to be 86'd for life? Let me watch you delete that vid or you're done for life here"

It's nice to know ownership and managers have your back in a job like that rather than worry about their PR. Only reason being was shit got so out of hand we were having to choke motherfuckers out in order to break shit up.

 

[curryjunkie]

Accounting.

Story time.

I grew up in an ultra religious, right wing family. I wasn't good at sports. I tried but I was afraid of everything. Afraid to fail. Afraid of the ball. Just afraid. I was a very good singer, and I was great at playing the piano. I also knew the Bible inside and out. When I was a teen I was doing sermons and everyone expected that I would become a pastor.

I did. I went to a religion-centric college and got a degree in New Testament Textual Criticism. I married my childhood sweetheart whom I'd been dating for five years. Started the ministry right along with the start of my marriage.

After 7 years we got up on a Sunday morning and my wife had a stomach ache. I was worried about her so I told her I'd stay home and take care of her. She told me to just go ahead that she'd catch up with me before service.

She didn't come and I was getting really worried. Blew up her phone between class and service, then zoomed home afterwards. She wasn't there and her car was gone so I went to the hospital. Nothing. Went to her work place, nothing. Finally went home and found a note on our bed.

Basically she'd been cheating on me and had been siphoning the money I made for us into a separate bank account. She'd been planning to leave for a year. If I were to go into all the details of what she did to hide everything, and how all the little weird things immediately made sense you wouldn't even believe it.

To say I was devastated would be a massive understatement. I didn't trust anyone or anything. I never saw it coming. The night before she left we were on the couch together watching a movie. I was having panic attacks every five minutes. Couldn't sleep because my body was constantly in fight or flight mode, and I wasn't breathing involuntarily- I would start to doze off, stop breathing and then wake up out of breath. I developed an irrational fear of people just randomly disappearing from my life. My friends couldn't reach me on the phone because I was afraid to respond to any kind of communication, for fear of losing that person.

I was going to two shrinks, both of them religious in their nature and practice and I was just, ironically, in hell. Everyone in the church turned on me- they though I must have been abusive or whatever, and they started having meetings without me to determine if they wanted to just throw me to the curb.

For about six months after she left, I kept our home exactly as it was. I kept two toothbrushes in our sink, I kept two plates on the table. I bunched up the blankets at night and pretended to hold her. It's interesting to talk about it now because today it is simply part of my history, but at the time it was excruciating in a way I couldn't possibly explain. The only time I ever found relief was whenever I'd go to the basement and empty the dehumidifier. It was inexplicable but unmistakable.

My shrink then told me the reason I felt the euphoria was because I was so lonely and so depressed that I had actually developed a relationship with the dehumidifier. It made noise, it was something I took care of and it would stop working if I stopped servicing it; it essentially depended upon me. During all that time nobody in the church visited me, helped me or talked me through things.

That was the moment my life truly changed, because that was the moment I changed. I was revolted by the whole ordeal. I threw it all away. Moved down to Florida, in with my best friend and his wife. Started at the very beginning, older than I wanted to be, much further behind than I wanted to think about. Worked with my buddy at a restaurant. Eventually my resume got picked up and I got an entry-level position in a small firm. Worked my way up, found that I'm really good with numbers and finances.

Now I stand on the brink of making serious, serious money. A promotion is waiting for me, my bosses say. But I need this degree.

I still have issues because of what happened, but I've made huge strides and I enjoy a healthy relationship with a beautiful young woman.

And believe it or not, there are massive upsides to that kind of thing. For one, I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I started trying things- I got into MMA, started taking BJJ lessons. I'm braver, more social. There are still moments when doubt and hurt creep in, no doubt. But my life is better now without her, and them. It's a lot more lucrative too.

Anyway yeah I'm in accounting at USF. If I ace these last two tests I will get scholarships which is almost impossible for someone like me.

BONUS HISTORY:
Ex blew all the money she stole on yoga lessons, ended up living in a couple's attic. Think she got married again but people told me it didn't last. I actually, literally never saw her again after that morning. The last time I saw her I had no idea there was any problem.

BONUS HISTORY II: Family still wants me to come back to God. Brothers both look at me like I'm some sort of leper, like they're afraid they'll get infected by my heretical disease. I am an utter outcast in the eyes of the church. They all regard me as a failure, and as a liberal piece of garbage.

BONUS HISTORY III: Women absolutely adore me now that I don't give a shit about them. I'm serious. If you want women to chase you, simply don't give a fuck about who they are, what they're doing or what matters to them. I'm not saying pretend. I'm not saying ignore them. I'm saying, truly don't care.

Maybe @Gregolian will see this and finally stop moaning about his jobs, roomates, life......

 

[PolishHeadlock]

Maybe @Gregolian will see this and finally stop moaning about his jobs, roomates, life......

 

[Gregolian]

Maybe @Gregolian will see this and finally stop moaning about his jobs, roomates, life......

No offense but his wife cheated on him.....

I see nothing about having 6 of my 8 best friends die in combat in the first 5 years after graduation.

I see nothing about having my grandfather on my mom's side, grandmother on my dad's side, my aunt from my dad's side, adopted grandparents (totaling 4) and a cousin's husband all dying in a 6 year span.

How's about you go fuck yourself. I was at the point one time in life I was very close to killing myself cause I thought I'd go through life lonely with no friends and no actual family cause they were all going to die before I turned 30.

Like legitimate "I better have another meeting with the family attorney to get my will in order" type thoughts about it. The only thing that KEPT me from doing it was the sense of shame my parents would feel if I did that.


So again... go fuck yourself.

Know the worst part... I think I've been more honest with fucking SHERDOG about that portion in my life (@Fawlty and others can attest from a couple years ago) than my own goddamn parents or real life friends. None of them know to this day.

 

[JDragon]

Maybe @Gregolian will see this and finally stop moaning about his jobs, roomates, life......

I think 'look at the kids in Africa, they have it much worse than you!!1!1' is never a clever or working approach. Everyone has his or her cross to bear.

 

[Slick_36]

It was LONELY. More than anything. All my friends were in Florida and I was in PA. My family were scattered throughout the country so I had basically no one to talk to except my shrink.

Tell you what, it toughened me up. Fast.

I understand that completely. I'm in Pennsylvania, my family is in Texas, my friends in Colorado and Oregon. I also spent some rather reclusive years in Texas while doing some soul searching. Not having anyone to talk to can warp your reality. The Condoms chat threads in the Dump might have saved my life, a great group of people I'm so thankful to have had in my life. I got tough advice with twisted humor and people to listen because they cared. That meant more than I ever realized before that time.

 

[Deleted member 484047]

Also @WhiteMousse since you were sharing I'm currently in my 4th month of my 2nd marriage..... my first marriage lasted 3 months so I broke that record lol

Didnt learn from your first mistake?