Rave: Leaving the evil dictatorship that is Rogers for Teksavvy. Unlimited bandwidth for $20 less monthly Rave: Ottawa this weekend Rave: Car trunk finally fixed... four months after the fact.
MOTHERFUCKER! I am so sick of dealing with these lying, coniving, squawking twats. Jesus Christ, every time I think that I'm finally done with them, something else pops up and I've got to go back. Fuck. It's amazing how you can actually feel your blood pressure rising while reading an email. Rave: It's Friday. I'm leaving this shit here at 4:45 and I don't have to think about it until Monday.
RAVE: Got a call from a bank manager this morning. Yes, that, in and of itself, is a rave. He was calling to notify me that the wire has now hit the bank account. He was quite cordial and polite, and informed me that he would be overseeing my account personally, and gave me his confidential direct line should I ever need even the slightest thing from him. He very much reminded me of Larry Miller's character in Pretty Woman when he was sucking up. MEGA FUCKING RAVE: Now that the funds have hit, it's legit... the startup has taken on a life of its own, and we're going wide open throttle.
Rave: Softball game tonight. Waylon's version of "Can't You See" is on Pandora. I've got a case of beer, a brisket, some pork loin, a smoker, and a bottle of Tullamore Dew for the weekend. Rave: Going to the country tomorrow. We're camping, hog hunting, and drinking. Hopefully that's just going to translate into shooting shit for awhile then sitting around and bullshitting. But I think I'm going to finally get to fulfill my fantasy of having sex in a hammock. Goddamn it's good to be me right now. Rave-er: Going to check on my horse tomorrow. She got started on the bit this week, and I've got to see how she's moving along. The trainer wants to see me ride her before he lets me take off with her, which is cool. I want to make sure he and I are on the same page with my lady. Rave-est: One week from Opening Day. Fucking baseball season is HERE bitches. I don't expect a repeat of last year but that's okay...I fucking love the ballpark. Now, I'm going to the stripper store for glittery booty shorts for the softball game tonight.
Rant:Drove into Ft. Worth this morning during rush hour to go to my endocrinologist's office, like I do every third Friday, to get my testosterone shot. No appointment needed, I just show up, and his nurse fixes me up. Get there today, wait about 10 minutes, another nurse comes out and asks if I brought my own testosterone. I tell her, "No, if I had my own, I wouldn't need to come here to get some." Well, they're out. It's an endo office--this is like a first aid station running out of bandages. Second Rant: Not content with simply being frustrated by the incompetence of a medical office staff, I decide to stop at the parts & service dept. of my Nissan dealership. A few weeks ago, I hit a branch that was hanging out into the road with the side view mirror of my truck. The housing is fine, it just popped the glass and its backing out of the unit, but the power-remote feature still functions. I brought the truck in 2 weeks ago and was told by a service tech that the whole unit needed to be replaced, but he wasn't sure which mirror they needed to order (he came back with 3 different prices, the lowest around $275). I didn't order anything, left, and searched the web to see if I could find a replacement for just the one piece I needed. Well, no luck there, so I figured I had to bite the bullet and replace the whole thing. Get there this morning, see the same guy, he goes back to the parts dept. and brings the parts manager up. He looks at it and says he can order just the one piece I need. Cost: $63 (no labor, it just snaps in). Service tech starts back-peddling, parts manager figures out what's what, and I simply asked if the service manager still sends out customer satisfaction surveys after each service encounter. When the parts manager said yes, I asked the service tech for a business card. And that's how I spent the morning of my day off.
Rant/Rave: Crazy people are frustrating and amusing. I just got off with a customer who was claiming that he couldn't see anything through his "2k telescope". I ask him for the part number so I can diagnose the issue. He gives me a number, and I tell him, well sir, that is impossible for you to have that scope, as there is only one in existence, and it is sitting next to me, and it is the production sample that I have been testing. I swear I heard a blood vessel pop in his forehead as he started ranting about how we were screwing him. Edit, guy just called back demanding we make him custom binoculars that he designed. What a fucking loon.
Rave Went climbing outside for the first time of the season this afternoon. 30 degrees and snow on the ground, but I got a climb in! Can't wait for warmer weather. Rant Classes are cesspools for germs. Getting sick. Hot toddy to make me better, though.
RANT: Management who think it's fine and good to assign ulterior motives to every good thing I do. Oh, you're in my head and you know why I did this? No, you're not, you're throwing baseless accusations at me in front of coworkers and getting pissed when you get a fucking attitude in return. If it was an occasional thing, I wouldn't be all that upset, but seeing as this is the third time in the past month this has happened, I'm running out of patience very fast. I've tried talking to the guy one on one, I've tried going above him, and I've tried calling him out on his bullshit on one occasion. RANT(ER?): I really, really need a new job. Restaurant work isn't the best thing in the world, but it's bearable, and decent money for someone trying to get into school. What makes it unbearable is listening to nothing but drama and bullshit all night long from my coworkers. There is a reason you do not staff your restaurant almost entirely with people who have already known each other outside of work for years, especially when most of those people come from the ghetto. It adds an exponential level of immaturity to an already childish environment, and it really turns off the few hard-working people who aren't part of the massive, backstabbing clique of "friends". FUCK.
Rant: So I am being forced to take a week off! Is it for poor job preformance? Nope. For being rude to coworkers/customers? Of course not. Nope, I am being forced to take a week off, because I am not working to my fullest capabilites! Not poorly mind you. Actually better than half of the fuckwhits I work with. My bosses told me this! But I am just not working as well as I can! I didn't know this was fucking grade school! So jackasses that phone it in EVERY FUCKING DAY are fine. But because some days I come in and truly kick ass I am being punished. This is fucking bullshit. I am so over this fucking job, and the $9.25 p/h that they treat like 30. NEW FUCKING JOB TIME!!! RANT: Naturally this bullshit comes on day two of NO FUCKING NICOTENE FOR BIGPERSON!!! I would think the cravings would lessen on day two. THIS IS NOT THE FUCKING CASE!!! I would happily drown a whole litter of kittens for a shot of second hand mentholated goodness right now! RAVE: In four hours I will have been smoke free for 48 hours. I am looking at this as good thing right now. RANT: The fiance is quitting as well. It has been an ugly couple of days in the house of BigPerson.
Rave: They finally captured this waste of air: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/CRIME/03/26/georgia.athens.officer/index.html?hpt=T1" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.cnn.com/2011/CRIME/03/26/geo ... tml?hpt=T1</a> I was less than a mile away when the shooting happened and know plenty of officers on the ACCPD force from my time running a bar there. The shooting was also less than a mile from my girlfriend's apartment so I was worried about that he would do something stupid in her complex for the last few days. Rant: I wish he would have had a few bullets put through his brain instead of being allowed to go to jail and be loved for murdering an officer.
Rant: I'm really excited for today. First, I'm reuniting with my cousin. We used to be really close, and even lived with each other for a while, and helped each other get through some shit, and then her whole side of the family basically got estranged. (I don't think that's how you conjugate "estranged," but I'm okay with it.) I haven't seen her in over ten years. We found each other through the magic of the internet a few years ago, and have made plans to see each other, but this is the first time it's actually working out. I'm kind of anxious though. I hope it ends up being a good thing. THEN a few days ago my best friend told me she decided to do a last-minute visit this weekend, so after I see my cousin I'm going to meet up with her. I know it's a cliche for girls to say their best friends are like their sisters, but it's not an exaggeration for me at all. We used to live together and being away from her has been difficult. So generally I'm a ball of happiness. Rant: There has been a crumb stuck under my keyboard that has traveled around getting stuck under a different key every few days, and I just discovered that today it's under the "a." That is really inconvenient.
The "e" key--you know, the most common letter in the English language--broke on my old laptop. I eventually bought a USB keyboard but for a while I just kept E on copy and hit control-V every time I wanted to type it. Still a pain in the ass but if you can touch type you'll eventually get used to it. Or, you know, get a can of compressed air. Rave: This. Maybe I'm being insensitive, but so much awesomeness. -What kind of girl, who isn't a celebrity trying to jump-start a fading career, releases a sex tape without the other party's consent?? Usually that's the guy's domain. -On one hand the guy is trying to prevent the release of the tape or at least delay it until after his custody battle, on the other hand he's seriously considering being a porn star... -...in DETROIT?? What the hell kind of porn is produced/filmed in fucking Detroit?? -Actually on second look he never says anything about trying to actually prevent the release of a sex tape that was sold without his consent, he just wants to delay it and "at least get my royalties". Awesome. -If this was a female poster, she'd have 500 rep points from guys asking her to post it. Now obviously if we're talking real-life friends, you wouldn't want to watch one of your buddies go to town on some chick but might want to watch a hot female friend get railed...but none of us know this guy in real life as it is. What's the difference?? (I don't think I made this last point very eloquently but you guys know what I'm getting at.)
Shit. NSFW RANT: That was the start to my day. After having half of a wing order Thursday, and the other half yesterday, I woke up today. I showered, dried off, and hurled my ass in the direction of the toilet bowl just in time to experience the most violent, noncohesive shit I have had in recent memory. My asshole burned, and understandably so, because it felt like I was re-enacting the opening bombing of Desert Storm. Half a roll of toilet paper is a LOT of toilet paper for a skinny dude to use in a single shitting. Never eating at that shithole again.
Rant: Fuck kidney stones. Seriously, fuck my back hurts. I'm going to go curl up in the fetal position and question whether or not to go to urgent care.
Rave: My aversive conditioning program for the deer entering my yard is going splendidly. I apologize in advance for any orange or green splattered deer that I've forced into your yards instead.
Rave: Chugging water worked. I think it pushed the stone from my kidney to my bladder, at which point the pain is lower, but I feel like I have to piss all the time. I can deal with this much better than the pain when it is in my kidney/on its way to my bladder. Rave: New watch was fitted and is excellent. My wife is awesome. Rant: Went to dinner with my wife. Right before we sat down, my stomach starts to protest and gurgle, as it did a few days ago. I made it through the meal, but actually had to leave early because my stomach is starting to hurt so bad, so my wife picked up the check while I dashed out the door (we drove separately as she came from work). Barely made it home. Ugh, I thought I was over this stomach flu.