It was never about the sofa
So last year, after 2 years of unemployment, I finally got a job. Not just any job, my first office job.
I quickly learned that office jobs come with two things: a slightly higher pay, an absurd amount of stress.
ABOUT MY JOB
My job consists of making work orders. If I make even one tiny imperfect human mistake, it affects other people and possibly earns me a write up.
I've already received one write up for double printing an order. Was it my fault? Yes. Did anyone check that there were 2 same Work orders down the line? No.
Did I get a write up? Of course. For a stupid mistake as simple as clicking "print" on the same order twice for whatever reason.
This, just to tell you, that reason could have been anything. I could have forgotten to place a checkmark that it was printed. I could have confused the number for another number. I could have missed recording it across another spreadsheet.
The point it, this is the type of stupid ass job that is so manual and over-organized, small mistakes like this tend to happen.
I worked for Skytech gaming. I don't mind saying that as I'll probably be fired or quit before any of this reaches a wide audience. But Skytech is a mid sized company. That means they don't operate out of someone's basement, but they also don't have a huge and tidy industrial warehouse. They're in the middle, middle of freaking whoever the heck cares type of environment.
This isn't about how much stress I have on a daily bases, this is just a short preface to explain that the job I have is very, very stressful.
I am pushed daily to be as perfect as a computer. One small thing like writing 850w enermax instead of 850w montech can cause me my job despite where I wrote this mistake can easily be corrected on the fly. But because it's a mistake, nooooo, it gets passed along management and management until someone asks "who wrote this." Instead of anyone simply analyzing the work and fixing a typo, it always goes to management just to play the blame games instead of you know ACTUALLY fixing work and making sure the work itself is fine.
Productivity man, that's the bottom line issue I have with these types of companies. If I ran a business, I wouldn't care about typos nor seeing who made them, I would be more interesting in analyzing that typo, making sure its just a typo, and moving on with my day after fixing it knowing what matters is that the work runs smoothly.
But above all, if it were my business I would place more investment into quality control, because you know, HUMANS can make mistakes. Anyone can make mistakes. Even computers. Investing into quality control checks matters more in a client-business.
ABOUT 2025
Sorry, I did not mean to be so technical about work environments, I just really want to say this is a job that I had since last October, 2025. The stress has been a daily endeavor since then. I have noticed this year I am growing out more white hairs at only 33 years old from this stress.
So after 2 years of unemployment, I finally get a job, and it stresses the freak out of me. It's either this, or going back into modern slavery unloading chinese trucks, doing back breaking labor in food mills, or being treated like a temp slave as a minimum general warehouse worker.
That's the reality of 2025+ It's no wonder that one dude burned down that warehouse in california. Most of the world is blind to how awful warehouse and the general loss of jobs are in this era.
ABOUT MY DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY
Any who, now that you guys know about my job, know this. I have dreams. I have goals. I have plans for my slave wage. And my first paycheck? You know where that went? That went into spending 180 ish for my mom so she can buy a new dresser.
Why did she need a dresser? Because her clothing was on the floor. Why was it on the floor? Why was no one else buying her a dresser? Why does this freaking family suck so much in their financial decisions that they can't even afford basic things like having a dresser?
Freaking idiots all of them. My brother is in financial hell paying off his shiny new toyota. But, did he have the money for it? He's driving around a nice car of the year as if he's some important college graduate having some important job. Nope. He works in a grocery receiving clerk position. People don't freaking live by their means anymore. That's what keeps dumb people poor. They buy jordons they can't afford on their paycheck. They like to buy expensive merchandise only to hang it in their shitty rental apartments next to the cockroaches. They buy expensive cars as if they were CEOS or educated graduates, but work minimum paying jobs.
This is the family I'm a part of. And its stupid beyond belief. You know who has to fix this? I do. The only one in this family to have actually gone to college besides my younger sister. I'm the only adult with college and real world experience, and do you think my family listens to my financial advice? HELL NO. My dad's van just broke down, so he's driving my mom's van. My mom needed a new car. Guess what she did? She took out a 30k car of the year.
My mom is nearing retirement. So who do you think is going to pay that off?
Me. In fact, I'm already paying it off. I give my mom 350$ of my own hard earned money each month just to help her with the payments. Why would I even need to help with...? NEVERMIND, BECAUSE MY FAMILY ARE ALL FINANCIAL IDIOTS. NO REASONABLE PERSON WOULD BE IN THIS SITUATION WHERE THEY TAKE OUT A NEW CAR AND EXPECT HELP JUST TO PAY IT OFF.
So that has been my life since October.
October. -purchase my mom a new dresser, begin paying 350$ monthy
November -another 350$, guess what? Thanksgiving dinner! Who has money for that? NOBODY. JUST ME. NO SAVING.
December -third month of hard work, guess what, CHRISTMAS SHOPPING TIME. NO SAVING. MORE 350$ MONTHLY
JANUARY -ANOTHER 350$ MONTHLY, PLUS WHAM! CONGRATULATIONS. DMV TIME. THAT WILL BE 180$
FEBRUARY- 350$ MONTHLY, PLUS WHALM! CONGRATULATIONS! DMV WANTS A SMOG CHECK. THAT WILL BE ANOTHER 400$! PLUS PLUS
WHAM! WATER HEATER BROKE BECAUSE NO ONE THOUGHT ABOUT BUYING A NEW ONE WHEN WE FIRST MOVED INTO THIS HOUSE! THAT WILL BE 200$ ON MY PART.
MARCH-FINALLY GETTING A LITTLE BREATHER! SAVED A BIT FROM FEBRUARY, TIME TO PLAN THAT PC BUILD AT LAST!.....
MID MARCH.....I HAVE TO DECIDE ON BUYING A NEW SOFA FOR THE LIVING ROOM OR BUYING MY PC.
MY DAD IS CURRENTLY SLEEPING ON THE SOFA BECAUSE WE ONLY HAVE 3 BEDROOMS, 1 MINE, 1 MY PARENTS, 1 MY BROTHER WHO JUST CAME BACK FROM PRISON.
MY SISTER'S ROOM IS NOW GONE, SHE SLEEPS WITH MY MOM. MY DAD HAS BEEN SLEEPING IN THE LIVING ROOM. EVERYDAY I PASS BY AND I HAVE TO SEE MY ELDEST DAD SLEEPING ON A SOFA.
SO I TELL MYSELF, HOLD THE PC, I WANT TO BUY MY DAD A SOFA-BED. THATS THE HUMAN THING TO DO!!!!!
THE SOFA INCIDENT.
So here we are, you just got a fastforward of 6 months of my hard earned time at work, with all those paychecks, still unable to buy what I need to buy, So I don't want to hear anybody bitching about "oh you havent updated this mod" "oh you havent been streaming anymore"
The scouting
After six months, I finally have money to think about my PC, which I've wanted since day 1 of going from broke unemployed to a worker with a budget.
I decide in the last week of March, to buy my father his sofa bed. I didn't have the luxury of waiting and shopping around all the stores in socal to find a "great deal"
everyday that passed, my father was going to continue to sleep on a sofa.
The Deal
So one weekend, me, my sister and mom find a sofa with a pull out mattress. 1.3k.
Okay, no big deal, a bit steeper, but options are low I want at least something of quality for my dad. THATS THE HUMAN THING TO DO. If this was for my room, I would just get some cheap ass ikea couch and call it a day.
But this was a 1.3k quality sofa with a pull out queen mattress. It's in my budget. In addition, the sale was currently getting that and a loveseat for an additional 600. So it was a set.
To those that mocked my decision, I was NOT going to put a new sofa in the living room. You just don't do that. You either get both to match or get none. It's a LIVING ROOM. It has to be the same furniture. Not one sloppy mismatch between a new White sofa and an old black leather loveseat. So I got both. Grand total. 2k with all fees paid: delivery (since I couldn't pick up), and assembly.
So that was the deal. I come home that same sunday.
THE OUTCOME
I break the news to my dad, he's going to get a new sofa.
His response? Well, he started arguing about some other thing (what contents should go into the waste bins legally since we were currently in the process of replacing a broken green bin).
He wasn't fazed or anything about the news. He was more problematic about winning an argument about a green bin. I was showing him what the city declares should be in a green bin, he was rebuking everything I said because of his ego didn't want to be wrong about anything.
After I left to my room, I could still hear my dad talk to my sister about the sofa "how much did it cost? 2k? thats too much money"
I was furious inside. I felt unappreciated. I left the house after confronting my dad and drove to a barnes and noble, the only place I could think of that I remember gives me some joy.
I sat in my car. I cried. I felt deep depression again. I felt a void of joy sinking more and more.
All that work, all that saving and spending, and for what? I just spent 800$ on a down payment to pay off a sofa that someone didn't even appreciate. I should have bought my PC if I knew my dad would be so ungrateful. I was hurt. deeply hurt. When I'm depressed, I tend to buy things to make me happy just to remember what joy is. I bought a book, an action figure, an expensive 8$ starbucks at the bookstore. But I still felt that deep depression. I sat in my car just staring at the floor. I heard the world go by. I felt utterly defeated in my life. I should be out having fun. I should have many friends. I should not be so financially slaved by my own family. But here I am and I can't change where I was born into. My family is dysfunctional and I have to support them. My family chooses to live in debt, and me, by being in that family, have to be dragged under as well when the boat sinks. I want to have a happy life, but my family goes through constant arguments, bickering, fighting, mood swings, that peace is not a factor in my household or my upbringing.
My family is the type that yells across a room, that slams screen doors when they leave, that do not clean up after themselves nor was dishes, that choose to do things last minute and by the minute solutions, that live in financial ruin from their own decisions, and that rely on me to help fix them as they were the biggest stress when I was unemployed by telling me "we really need your help."
WHAT NOW
So that whole experience just hurt. I was left broke, in debt, depressed, and unappreciated.
How did my so-called "friends" react when I told them about the sofa? "you paid too much" "you're not good with your money" "why would you go to debt, that's not financially responsible"
all these freaking european cynical assholes are all the same. thats why I don't make friends with eureapon gamers anymore. because they are all stuck up in this type of attitude as most europeans are.
So, wow, I was not only disrespected by my own family, but also by my so-called "friends" online.
Nobody recognized that it wasn't about the cost of the sofa, it was about the gift of helping out my father. And everybody back-stabbed me.
So no, I did not feel like streaming, celebrating my birthday, or putting on a fake smile for a camera. Thank God I had already recorded all my vocals for "THE DOWNSIDE" because after that, I went into deep depression. Even now, I don't even want to speak. My vocals will probably sound bad if I tried to act for the microphone on a song.
So that's it. That's just a part of what I have been dealing with since October 2025. Tomorrow I have to go back to work. I have to buy my new PC starting from zero. I have to deal with the stupid real world of gas prices, stupid customer service, stupid traffic, and stupid people.
