Your Private Hell

Husband declared the other day  that his private Hell consisted of dealing with paper (he has neuropathy in his fingertips from diabetes and can’t sort or easily manipulate papers or feel his fingers on a keyboard), keeping organized the cords for our various computers,  phones, and tech instruments,  and the internal combustion engine. He is in Heaven, on the other hand turning a phrase or writing a psychological evaluation.

What would constitute your private Hell?  

39 thoughts on “Your Private Hell”

  1. sitting in a room full of people chewing ice and potato chips and dogs eating dry dog food while being asked to stack sheets of styrofoam and construction paper and detangling fishing line and knotted cords. if i was doing this to get ready for an audit while trying to locate files in my computer and to to reconcile the books i would be worn down in a very short time

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  2. ah with a nice cold glass of apple cider vintager for sipping and bowl of hot sauce to dip my gluten free bread in. sitting at a table that is 3 inches too tall on a chair the has 1 broken wheel and leaves you flat assed after an hour of sitting with donald trumps daily briefings playing in the big screen and the room temp set at 64 degrees
    in my wool shirt and pinch toed boots with pants that fall down each time i stand up

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  3. Rise and Contemplate the worst Baboons,

    I cannot imagine being stuck in a pandemic without supplies, while a clearly impaired President holds briefings in which the good news is his polling numbers and his position on FB. OH, WAIT…is this real?

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  4. Outside of politics, my private hell is being forced to watch “faked” reality shows all day.

    Inside politics, I’m in hell every time Trump opens his mouth. He is without a doubt the worst public speaker in the history of public speaking. If I had a dollar for every time he has uttered “very,” “really”, “great,” “terrific,” and “hoax,” while addressing the nation or reporters at a press conference, I could buy N-95 masks for every man, woman, and child in America.

    Chris in Owatonna

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    1. His use of these words is YUGE.

      On the other I hand, I just read that garden centers are declared an essential business. Finally, a part of life makes sense again. Phew. I hope that very terrific great news is not a hoax perpetrated by fake news. 🤭

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    1. I did errands over lunch, but differently than I’ve ever done them before. Curbside pick up of dog and cat food, curbside pick up of biscuits at one of my favorite bakeries, air in my tires at my dealership with a mask on…very strange

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  5. Poor husband had to coordinate installing a neuropsychology computer test using both an Apple iPad and his non-Apple computer, it took a couple of days to get it to work.

    I get to work from work starting Monday. I may be required to wear a gown and a mask to do psychological evaluations, but at least I can do them. I don’t like working from home, and I hate the tech problems that have ensued with my work computer. I end up randomly pushing buttons to fix the glitches, ,which only works part of the time.

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  6. Ot- we commemorated Grundonnerstag (Green Thursday, a variant of Maundy Thursday in Germany) with Pie of Greens made with chard, pancetta, onions, parmesan, and ricotta.

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  7. My private Hell would be having a dead or misbehaving computer, forcing me to make phone calls to Comcast, Microsoft, Adobe, my bank and other too-damn-big businesses. All those businesses would be demanding that I offer my password . . . which I can’t see because they are stored on my computer. I’d do that phoning while Trump gives a never-ending press event on TV, showing us again how many lies he can tell in one public appearance. And for this to be a perfect Hell for me, let’s say it happens on a sweltering day and my a/c is making a lot of noise but not cooling any air.

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  8. Wow, I was going to say something about being at a Trump Press Briefing, but I see that’s already come up!

    Well, my own personal Hell might be trying to learn (on an older computer) how to navigate Zoom, Facetime, and maybe Skype, by talking on the phone to other total novices in these skills. Oh, and the webcam needs to work only occasionally, and when you finally borrow a friend’s iPad and connect with your mom, she doesn’t want anything to do with this strange TV that has a familiar face on it, but couldn’t have anything to do with her…

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  9. One of the things that I like least of all is training on products that I don’t think are useful or necessary. So I looked experienced some of my private hell on Monday and Tuesday. It’s a very impressive piece of software but the bottom line is we will be spending more time charting what we’re doing and when it’s due and whether it’s been done and who’s done it and who’s supposed to do it then we will actually doing the work.

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  10. One of the other kinds of living Hell for me is meetings. Especially high-level meetings where we mostly talk and never solve anything. I hate those. I do have to say that the one benefit that I have experienced in working from home is that I can call in on my computer to these meetings and then I can do other stuff while they jabber on in the background.

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  11. It is also hellish waiting for payments for Husband from the Tribe. They are sort of disorganized and lasidaisical about such things.

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    1. And having quit, I suppose he doesn’t have much leverage to get the payments. Fortunately, it’s probably not enough to blow you out of the water. More than once I’ve had to walk away from money that was owed me because it wasn’t worth the mental energy to fight to get it. Pick your fights, carefully.

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      1. Well, there is an administrative assistant in the Indian Health Service office who is really good and very dogged at getting his cheques to him, and she is on the case.

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  12. I’m having a hard time conjuring up what would be a private hell. Perhaps I’m deliberately resisting giving voice to my worst fears? The fact is that at the moment there’s so much uncertainty, and I see several people around me, dear friends, who are crumbling. They are sad and anxious and not coping well. I can’t give them a reassuring hug or otherwise be of help. The best I can do is listen if they want to talk.

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        1. That’s part of the problem, I can’t give them a hug. I don’t know the answers, and any reassurance I can give is vague at best. I can say what helps me, who or what inspires me, suggest who to listen to or read, and what to avoid, but it’s really a crap shoot. We’re all so different. What some people find comforting, I find downright insulting and stupid, so I choose my words carefully, and I try to avoid giving advice unless I see that someone is on a really slippery slope. Sometimes professional intervention is needed, and I’m not a professional.

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  13. I am not so far too freaked out about stay-at-home orders and bare grocery store shelves. It will be a whole different deal, though, if there are widespread coffee shortages. I can face anything if I just have coffee.

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  14. There is so much hell people are dealing with, mine are trivial indeed. The media’s (should I instead say the public’s?) infatuation with celebrities drives me absolutely nuts! I can’t stand it. Today, in between death, numbers of cases, depletion of PPE, ventilators, and the terrifying economic horizon, I saw a post about what a famous singer wore today for her workout. Please!!!

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