RANT: I'd really like to believe that capital punishment is meted out only when there is evidence that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that someone is guilty. Nope! I guess testimony extracted under police pressure is sufficient. Why bother going after the most likely candidates when you've already gone through the trouble of arresting this guy? RAVE: Figuring out how to play "The Limerick Rake" on guitar.
Rant: So, I brought my car in Monday to get it appraised, and they quoted me $2,300. Yesterday they call me to tell me that they've taken the hood off and there's extensive damage to the radiator, A/C, fans, etc. Now, it's closer to $5,000. God damn it, deer suck. Here's what my car looks like:
Rant: manflu. Rave: Applied for an Admin Job at a Law firm 10 minutes walk from where I live this morning, received an email back off them 10 minutes later asking to arrange an interview for tomorrow. Rant: Which means I've got to try my best not to sneeze and wheeze my way through the interview. Rave: With any luck I'll be a gainfully employed, tax paying citizen again. As much as I've enjoyed a summer of partying and doing whatever I want, I miss getting paid a relatively decent wage.
Rant: Boss bounds into my office this morning to let me know that he happened to pick up a document I'd written for one of my clients and thought it would be better presented in a different way, so he "stayed a bit late and changed a few things last night." I admire the initiative, I do. I don't admire being a project manager with all this time on the books for work that didn't change the argument that was made, but only changed the format in which it was presented. That's a chunk of budget that I didn't have set aside for you, buckaroo. How about you piss off? Rant: Having to sit down with your boss to explain that he was out of line and that you're writing off his time. Rave: Being sufficiently confident as a PM to have that conversation. Rave: 23 degrees and sunny, bottle of wine chilling for when I get home, and a clean fucking house. My only obligations when I get home tonight are to get drunk and watch porn until the boyfriend gets home from work.
Rave: A coworker asked me yesterday if I wanted to go to the Twins game, as his dad had a bunch of extra tickets from work. I almost never turn down free tickets so we went with a couple other guys here. I didn't realize how good the seats were until we got to the ball park. Spoiler Cusioned seats. Awesome. Rant: The Twins are fucking awful. Nothing more to say. Rant: My hopes are not high for Minnesota putting together a good sports team in my lifetime.
Rave: Switching to the Social Work track at the new school was a great decision. I'm practically the only male (and certainly the only white guy) in my classes. Surrounded by and working with hot girls for every project. Fuck. Yes. Rave: I'll graduate with zero debt and multiple job opportunities, potentially one that will pay for grad school. Plus I get to be a smug douche when my friends majoring in Telecommunications for $35k/year are unemployable in 2 years.
Rant: I get it, you've been in Iraq for the past year. Totally understand. That's your job though, so I don't want to fucking hear it...that's what the infantry is for...you get to go to shitty places and do shitty jobs. I'm sorry, you enlisted knowing that. I appreciate your willingness to do that, really, I do, but... Come the fuck on. You live 125 miles away from us. The Boys don't sit around on tenterhooks waiting on you to a) not be in the field, b) decide you actually WANT to come see them, or c) determine you actually want to make the drive to have an overnight with them. Their lives are going on whether you want them to or not. They love you, they LOVE their daddy, but they also have things they're doing, things they're committed to that they want you to be a part of. So with that said... Are you seriously going to pout about their ONE sport commitment? KNOWING both of them want to work hard to earn places on teams and maybe be good enough for scholarships? REALLY? You're going to bitch about the cost of driving up to see them? You're going to tell me I don't do enough to HELP YOU parent our sons? You're going to spend the whole conversation calling them YOUR boys, but as soon as I call them MINE you correct me? Um. No. This is supposed to be a team issue, always about co-parenting and doing not what is best for EITHER of us, but what is best for our BOYS. Keeping things in line and easy for THEM is what counts. YOU being inconvenienced doesn't count. YOU wanting things to be YOUR WAY doesn't count. Doing what's best for THEM should be our focus. Asshat.
RANT: My buddy MoJo who I have spoken of before is apparently going to have Chemo. It is I guess the mildest form of the treatment, but still it sucks when you think you're in the clear, and then he find out he does have to get this. RAVE: He is still so incredibly cool about this whole process. This guy has spent over a year having his body betray him, needing to live with his mother (a licensed nurse), being told he was basically as good as could be expected, and then having the Chemo bomb dropped on him. I don't get where he has the strength to make jokes, and just be such a champ about this all. He is going to make me stop making fun of Marines. Kind of insignificant RAVE: Just found out that I got approved for unemployment. It's nice when your state government agrees that your termination was completely baseless.
Rant: I bent over and threw out my back. It hurts to sit, stand, walk, anything. I'm too young for this shit. And of course this happens when my girlfriend and I are going to spend a rare weekend together. Hopefully the ensuing doctor's visit gives me something stronger than Vicodin as they don't do shit for me.
RANT: Someone actually said that since I work for the Georgia Department of Corrections, I was part of letting an innocent man be executed last night. RAVE: Stunned silence when I said "Yeah, I spent my entire fucking afternoon running around to get an innocent girl out of jail. And because of me, she only had to spend 90 minutes in jail as opposed to 60 days. How about you shut the fuck up?"
Rant: Teaching coordinator emailed me and informed me to "drop of my assignment at the school tomorrow." At the start of the year, said assignment wasn't supposed to be due until the 30th, next week. After reading that, I spent 20 minutes ripping apart everything I owned and calling her frantically while shitting myself that this assignment was due (and it is something that is physically impossible for me to get done tomorrow). Rave: She remembered that it was due later for me (due to my school starting later than everyone else) and I was right, so it was a lot of bullshit for nothing. Rant: I get to spend my weekend grading 90 tests for one class, making up quizzes for another class, and making three weeks worth of lesson plans to get myself ahead enough that I can work on my other assignments. Rave: The easiest and best part of this experience is the actual teaching. Getting in front of a class is easy and natural for me, and the kids are responding well. Even grading assignments and tests isn't that hard if you know what you're doing. It is the rest of the bullshit they put me through (college assignments, observations, etc) that I can't stand. Luckily, that is the stuff that mostly goes away once I'm done student teaching.
Rave: Started my weekend 5 hours ago. I love my new gig. Rave: Lil Sis and her boyfriend are back in town for a wedding. I've started the countdown clock on his proposing to her. Rant: Working sunup to sunups. I hope this sloggy brain feeling goes away soon.
I Don't Even Know: Guy at work dropped the Texas Belt Buckle on me at work today. I didn't know what it was until I seen it. A TBB is when you pull your nuts/nut sack over the top of your pants. RAVE: I'm pretty fast throwing a screwdriver. Rant: I missed and hit his leg instead of hitting his balls.
Rave: One week until I'm back home in New Zealand for the world cup and it's going to be ridiculously messy.
Rave: Moving into my apartment today. I can't believe we secured an apartment within one week of getting here. It can take months for people to find a shitty place in this city for a lot of money, but we got a nice place for cheap. Just to give you an idea, there are 65,000 people active on the waiting list for an apartment in the official register. There are 87 apartments available to them.
Rant: Fucking Landlords cheque bounced. This is now the second landlord in this country who has fucked me around with money.