Rant: ASTHMA? Are you seriously telling me that, at 47, I've developed asthma? What the fuck? So now I can't hear if there's any background noise, I can't see for shit, AND I can't breathe? Jesus fucking Christ. Rave: At least its not what I thought it might be - the Big Casino
Rant: Car tire was dead flat yesterday morning, the spare is rusted in place, and I couldn't get it into a local shop until 4:00 in the afternoon. They fixed it and on top of that didn't charge me anything because they couldn't find anything really wrong with the tire. Now the tire is flat again today. Looks like I'm buying tires.
Rave: Head mechanic found the leak others missed and fixed the tire for $10. The friendly shop cat also sat in my lap and kept me company while I waited. Rave: FINALLY. Deal done, contract signed and in hand. Time to go deer hunting.
RANT: Due to an asshole knocking my shit off my shoulder and having me miss the train, and TSA general incompetence and failures at simple efficency, I missed my flight to LA tonite (by 2 fucking minutes. I showed up as they were closing the doors, 3 minutes before flight time), and since I am flying Virgin and they only have a couple of flights a day, I'm not leaving till tomorrow morning at 9. I still get in at lunch, but I missed another night of partying. MEGA RANT: In epic Charlie Brown fashion, as I was trying to plead my case at the gate, my phone beeped with a text from the girl I've been talking to the last 2 months. We got into a bit of a fight over the weekend and had been on some agreed upon radio silence since Monday. I sent her a pretty awesome bouquet of flowers with an apology note before I left for the airport. The text was her telling me that "The flowers were a nice gesture, but I don' think this is gonna work out". So I was basically walking through the airport, angry, stunned, and confused. It was basically the worst 10-15 min period of 2013. RAVE: Still going to LA in the morning to visit two of my best friends, see another friend I love and havent seen in a long time, and generally leave everything here at home. I'm gonna eat massive amounts of poke, fish tacos, and make out with Ashley Greene until I feel better.
Rant:So on the one hand, a 13 year old threw broken pieces of pencil at the back of my head today and made up a bunch of fake names when I tried to write him up. On the other hand, it motivated me to apply to 10 jobs once I got home. Other substitute teaching highlights include changing a 4 year old's diaper while she was standing up and actively trying to bite me, having a 9 year old call me an ugly ass bitch, and having to physically restrain a 12 year old girl (who was bigger than me) while she tried to attack another student. Best. Job. Ever.
For the past 5 nights I've been trying to get my husband to have sex with me. To be fair, he's been busy at work and a bit stressed about it. So tonight I texted him when he was downstairs and told him to come upstairs and have sex with me and I would do all the work. And: Spoiler Success! Normally I wouldn't post something like that, but that's my new favorite .gif which expressed my feelings exactly. And I am in a great mood. This is a Rave obviously.
Rant: I don't want to live in a world where women with nice booties have to beg men to have sex with them! Wait. Maybe I do.
RAVE: I went to volunteer to help out at a conference my nursing instructors were sponsoring today. Not only were they extremely grateful one of their students actually showed up, but I started talking with one of the representatives from the medical book company, F.A. Davis. They publish Taber's Cyclopedic Dictionary, a really great, and very expensive, resource for people in the medical profession. While standing in front of the rack of books offered by the publisher, we chatted for a little bit about what a really great nursing program my college has. I mentioned that my instructors were inspiring and I could tell they really wanted us to succeed, when I happened to notice the Taber's displayed on the rack. "I used to be a medical transcriptionist and this was my bible," I said as I tapped it. "Twenty second edition? Wow, mine is like the 15th or the 18th. I guess it's really out of date." "Oh, really? Let me know before you leave and I'll give you that one." I was blown away. It's an $80.00 book and he just gave it to me. Not only did I make a great impression with my instructors, but I got some really good free food and a very expensive medical tome I really needed. How's that for some positive reinforcement? RAVE: My wife doesn't have to beg me to have sex. Edit: Nor I her.
Rave: I made the cut and am now on my towns Volunteer Fire Department. I get my pager December 2nd. I've had a non-stop erection since I got the news a few hours ago.
Rave: Did the local 5km park run again this morning and came in right on 20min. Haven't run a 20min 5km for over 5 years. Rave: Some very nice scenery.
Rant Its 6:22, I just woke up to the sound of one of my neighbors getting beat up. I had to call 911, this is fucked up. The sound of her screaming was awful, blood curdling, almost fake, reminded me of something you'd hear out of a horror movie.
Enormous fucking rave: My last post here was six and a half months ago. It was raving that I got a shot at a green card. Today I got that green card and I'm over the fucking moon. I fly out on November 24, staying in Denver initially before spending Thanksgiving with friends in New York and then...I've gotta pick somewhere to settle and do some bitch work while I job hunt. So now I'm welcoming all suggestions for livable cities with reasonable accommodation costs and a solid amount of non-professional job prospects to tide me over while I look for journalism work. Or if you need an Aussie room-mate who'll pay his rent and bills on time...
Rave. I'm home! Rave. I've been home for a week and have a great prospect for a nice rental house. Hopefully nothing gets in the way of me signing for it.
Rant: I'm so friggin' sick of people who think they can just throw an issue at me, wipe their hands of it, and walk away. Look, asshole, I help out all the time in areas I'm not responsible for. Ask me a question. Ask for my help. I'm happy to do it - but you don't get to just send me an email that says "I'm stumped, take care of this." Want to know a great way to ensure you go to the bottom of the priority list next time you have a problem?
RANT: Weapon requals today. Needed to shoot an 80. I shot a 76. ONE MORE SHOT and I would've qualified. I was so pissed, especially after I said "One shot? Oh, I got this, I still have one more try." NOPE! We only got one try today. Tomorrow I have to go to a four hour remedial course on the range. While I like the shooting time, I wanted to say "But I know how to shoot! It's a new course of fire! Give me one more try, I can do it!" Damn it. RAVE: Apparently, there's a new rule with my department. If we want to go to another department (like the local PD or sheriff's office) and have them do the course of fire with us and they have access to POST, we can do it. Which means, instead of the required five times the department uses, I can shoot the course until I pass it. Evidently they're doing this to save money on ammo. This makes me happy. Off to bug the PD's instructor for range time and buy ammo in bulk.
Rant: Fuck work, fuck the idiots and assholes I have to deal with, fuck this weather, fuck my monthly bills, fuck my stupid cat, fuck my girlfriends retarded PMS mood swings, fuck my fucking car, fuck the laundry machines downstairs, fuck Whole Foods and it's retarded prices.
Rant: My garage door remote fell out of my pocket and into the toilet while I was taking a leak last night. Rave: I grabbed it, rinsed it off, buried it in rice, and after a couple hours it worked again! Rant: It still fell in the toilet. I should clean it again. Rave: My girlfriend is now an officially certified CPA.