If you swing through the Aspen area, drop me a pm. I'd be glad to show you the trails.
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Buddy of mine retired from a desk job with state government and switched to pouring beers at a local brewery a few evenings a week. He seems quite happy.
fuck Walmart… fact.
You live right near all them fancy assed ski areas, they’re always looking for workers. You should look at being a control room operator for the snowmaking department. No on hill work involved in that shit. You sit at a computer and use intellution scada software to turn on and off pumps and compressors. You’ll log the guns that are on and off as the guys called them and over the radio. And that’s pretty much your night. Oh, and you do want the night shift so you can ski all day.
You’re welcome.
Event staff for concerts and sporting events?
Riser, what kind of computerspeak? I need someone to do some stuff for my (very) small biz.
you don' t necessarily need to find " the job " if you can find " the jobs " so a number of jobs the hrs of which add up to whatever you need which is kind of how it is in the small town where businesses are often too small to offer you the job, also if you lose one of 5 jobs no worries just get another one. I was talking to a bro on main street who had 5 jobs one for each day and so he asked what day it was ... yeah gotta go and do the tuesday job, he eventually did get the good government gig
I did a number of ski bum type jobs which got me in pretty good shape TO ski but no more computers
After I retired from wildfire I had a bunch of jobs, mostly fun and/or interesting: landscaping (for Forrest Fenn), outdoor shop (learned to mount skis and enjoy shop deals), movie extra, and pro patrol. Pretty good times, now I fly fish, free ski, garden, ride my motorcycle, and travel. Shit like that.
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Waking up to another day, yeah it must be nice if your one of those people who thinks every day is going to be great. I try, sometimes it doesn’t click. I should be working by now, I should be something, I took my phone with me for the dog walk at seven fifteen, because someone will call me, someone will need me. Can’t miss a beat.
The cool mountain air, the smell of wet sage, that might be the win this morning. I cry and complain about my shitty job, everyone, I mean everyone tells me how much I love it. Nothing to give but a snarl and maybe an internal acknowledgment that they might be right.
Like most mornings, I pass my neighbor on her dog walk. Smoking her spliff like normal, that sweet smell of marijuana in the morning. Fred is a pot head fun guy, I’m not. I can’t smoke weed anymore, I can do edibles when the time permits but that’s rare. Waking up around four am this morning and coughing for a half hour until I can relax and breath again is humbling. For decades as most people crashed their bodies into a brick wall after high school I was able to build on my fitness. It became the one thing I was proud of, smashing shit on skis, on a bike, moving quickly up and over mountains. Then god fucked me over and cursed me. My health continues to decline and maintain. It’s a battle between my body, working too much, and not spending or having the time to do all the fun stuff I want in life. Or just being obliterated on the couch exhausted.
All through my twenties and early thirties I did everything I could to rebel against the status quo. Made some good decisions made some real bad decisions. Then for some reason I thought I could be better than everyone else, boy that was stupid. But I ended up proving I was. I hated my father because of his obsession with money and cars. Here I am obsessed with money and cars after fighting against it forever.
The kicker is I’m lucky to be able to walk away. I could reboot my life if I really wanted too. It’s almost like I’m too scared, the comfort I have, the ease of everyday living that some people want, the prime location people drool over and fantasize about, I have it. But sometimes it doesn’t feel like much, I climbed the mountain but now what?
Honestly, my life is one big vacation in a way. I’ve crafted 8-10 weeks off a year, lots of travel. I suppose that’s not normal, but it’s hard to realize the gift I have when all this other bullshit seems to be in the way.
All these goals, all this self improvement I work on or dream about working on. It seems like a bitch, sometimes when I am in one of my snarky moods I figure it’s all bullshit and there is no point. I’ve been given an expiration date, the idea of living to sixty seems pretty far fetched. On the other hand due to modern medicine I could live to be eighty. I just don’t want to be the drooling in a wheel chair propped up bag of shit eighty years old.
My ex wife has been trying to kill herself for years and years. It was tough to be part of that and once we separated the insanity escalated on her part. Her partner more or less killed himself a few months ago (long complicated story) the last conversation we had a month or so after his death was so dark and full of misery. The alcohol fueled chaos they both existed in. The obligatory holding a gun to your head in a fit of total madness. My brother has sever mental health issues, over his lifetime he has shuffled between being very successful, to being homeless, to prison, to being cared for by others. His “rap sheet” has to fill a binder, he’s not a bad person at all, every charge is due to alcoholism, crack cocaine, and refusal to acknowledge his mental health needs. To just listen to people and not judge and ask personal questions…….. everyone will open up if you listen. The stories these two have told me are next level. Things that I can’t comprehend in my whinny entitled bubble that I live in.
I’m an hour late for work now. Somedays if feels like groundhog day.
upstate is waiting for ya man.
you just sound jealous…
Vibes Freddy.
Hang in there. We all love your stories. And goof on you sometime.
. But that was a heavy read. I feel your pain. Not all of it. But the grind.
Is this all there is?
yeah duno what wildfire was like but IME after 30 yrs of the corporate world I was right fucked and I'm gona say it took 4 years to unwind it with the odd jobs, skiing, paddling, bike,
I always say the corporate gig was like the rodeo, get on, hang on, ride to the bell and there was a whole lot of bull inbetween
If only I had a spare $14 million in gold lying around I could move to smoot Wyoming. Population 195
https://cowboystatedaily.com/2024/07...-wyoming-home/
As a small goldbug, yeah you'd want to not keep 14 fucking million in physical gold in your house. This is not financial advice
Dropping in here again to mention TRT replacement therapy.
Please look into it.
You have all the signs of it.
And its a normal thing to be dealing with at 50.
I have been on it for 17 years now.
Needed to up my dose last year as depression and fatigue was starting to set in again.
Worked like a charm.
Go to Reddit and join the TRT Forum.
You will get alot of information there.
This could be life changing for you.
I did trt cream a few years ago. Was awesome. Then the price went insane. Tried injections and I just can’t tolerate the surges. Too bad the cream isn’t more affordable.
But yeah. Trt is a big part of getting old and not having passion for living.
Good suggestion.
I’ve tried psych meds years ago for my depression. I was tripping balls. The trt cream was very helpful. Maybe I’ll try it again if I can afford it.
it's my understanding, no expert, that if you start trt, and stop, then you have less natural testosterone
second the link to trt and prostrate cancer may have been disproved
The sign of needing TRT is a lab level to confirm hypogonadism, confirmed on a repeat lab draw. All the other symptoms are non-specific and not an indication for starting TRT.
Low T can be from many factors that are modifiable including alcohol intake, marijuana use, poor sleep, depression, obesity, etc, etc. Fix those first, if they pertain to the individual.
Come on TH these guys want the easy way to vitality
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I mean as a 52 year old aging "athlete" I kinda want some too. Don't we all want to recover like we did in our 30s? But I also feel accepting the normal aging process is a fundamental quality of humanity that we are getting further and further away from.
I have a few patients on TRT, but only after confirmed low levels.
Im curious enough to try it but would be more interested in HGH if it wasn’t so expensive