Rave: I helped a guy who was in a class group with me last semester with his resume and a couple cover letters (he's a foreign exchange student so his English isn't so sharp yet) and I ran into him today and he happily told me he got the job he hoped to. I'd have to try to be in a bad mood today after hearing that.
RANT: Ear infection rave: antibiotics. RANT: My dorm has been flooded. It normally smells like ass, now it smells like moldy ass.
Rave: Feeling fine after a long ass hike with the pooch and friends yesterday. I cannot stress enough how important it is to be fitted for hiking boots at a reputable outfitter. Rant: My neighbor is moving. Sucks on a few levels as he has to yank his kids out of school early so he can relocate. One of the downsides of being employed by the military I guess. The bigger rant is that they're taking their dog with them. I love their dog. My dog LOVES their dog. It's going to be sad when he runs over there and she isn't around to greet him. She's going to be lonely as fuck too since I'm the only one that walks her or even lets her off the chain. I'm pretty bummed out about it. Rant: Doing a huge presentation for a very good customer on Wednesday. Type of project that'll make the year for me if I can land it. Luckily that's not the issue. I have to pull teeth to get presentation engineering layouts done. In fact I had to lie and say my meeting was tomorrow just to get them to work on them TOMORROW MORNING. God this place is a fucking clusterfuck most days.
Rave: social networking is awesome. No, not Facebook. Got a replacement catalytic converter (actually, two of them since my car has a front and a rear converter), for $40 in shipping. All legit, from the manufacturer, brand new, high quality converter. Obviously I also tossed the guy who arranged this a few bucks... but still. Was not looking forward to dropping the money on that.
Rant: Dear father of the 16 girl that chased me around Target, offered to do my shopping for me, come over to cook for me, and emphatically informed me she'd be 18 in 13 months... I don't know you, but I think you fucked up somewhere.
In the same vein Rant: A seventeen year old married girl who has a kid was about one second away from offering me sexual favors for an apartment. MegaRant: Closest thing I have had to female attention in about forever.
RAVE: Spring Break! Had a fabulous weekend at the beach complete with a fantastic Sunday Funday that started with ruby red crushes seaside and ended at 8am in my hometown playing Wii and having a dance party with lots of friends in my man's backyard. God I needed that. RAVE: Tomorrow I'm surprising him with lunch and taking the pooch here. I love living so close to the water. It's rejuvinating.
Rave: The Dude signed us up for swing dancing lessons this month. I will finally learn to dance marginally well without feeling like an awkward goober on the dance floor. He is hilariously excited about these lessons, too- it's cute. Rant: It is becoming expected that we hang out every weekend. We had "The Talk" and it was determined that we are, in fact, dating. But still. There is no way to politely say "Hey, handsome...you're cool to hang with and I love the fact that we bang a lot when we see each other. But I need to be alone in my room this weekend. Yep. Just me and the internet, maybe Netflix will make an appearance. No, you're not invited. Your penis isn't making a brief appearance either. I do not want to see you whatsoever." It's going to sound like I'm being a stone-cold bitch no matter how I say it. So I won't say it. But I want to. Rave: New haircut! It is short, but I like it. And it makes my getting-ready-to-leave-the-house process 30 minutes shorter. Woo!
Rant: Bitch made me forget milk because I was hightailing it out of Target. Two boxes of cereal and no fucking milk. Just realized this shit.
Rave: Just got a room in Ouray, CO. We will probably stay here a day or two for the hot springs and people watching. Then on to Grand Junction, where we will stay with a friend. Rant/Rave: Kids are with dad. This trip would be quite different were they here, but I miss their little asses. Rave: I have not been anywhere close to sober in 3 whole days. Three. THREE! I'm going for four...
Rant: It occurs to me that I really, really wish I lived closer to my family. However, doing so means: 1. Selling my house. 2. Moving to one of the most economically depressed areas of Canada. 3. Moving to Liberal Land, where the taxes are high and the governmental common sense is low. 4. Moving away from the booming-est province in Canada. Plus, job hunting behind my present employer's back - they have been very good to me - just seems so unethical. The other side of this is that the job hangs over my head like a black cloud. I go into work every day with the "best case scenario" being "not getting any phone calls from site." It's unnecessarily stressful and I hate it. Pros of current job: pays relatively okay, a casual work environment, I like everyone I work with, it's flexible when I need it to be flexible and the company has been loyal to me even when I quit and travelled around the world. Cons of current job: no on I know lives in this city/province, it's stressful in a "bean counter" way, there is never any positive reinforcement, there is no room to advance and there are no reviews/salary increases. Worst of all is that it doesn't play to my strengths. I fear I will only ever be an "adequate" designer, simply because the things I'm good at (multitasking, dealing with people, organizing, etc) are the exact opposite of what this job requires (meticulous attention to minute detail, focusing on one task exclusively and getting every nuance right, no customer interaction, etc). Sometimes I feel like the dumbest person in the room at this job, and I think that's doing a great disservice to my talents and potential. What to do, what to do?
Rant: No casino. Rave: strippers instead. Rave: seeing ginger waitress from lunches knockers at the strip club. Rave: cock blocking douche bag navy dude by getting ginger to show her tits. Rant: final girl to dance before we left the club was all bruised up and still had a tampon in. Dirty as hell.
Rant: Well it didn't work as a thread suggestion, but I have to post it somewhere. From the maker of QWOP comes GIRP. I have to destroy at least a few people's productivity today. Rave: 19.3 meters!
Rave: Lock up first place in my girlfriend's bracket if the Wildcats can beat UConn this Saturday. Rant: I'll probably have to watch the game with said girlfriend. She's great and all, but in that type of environment I need to be at a sports bar surrounded with other degenerates.
Rave: Interview #1 this Thursday. I knocked the intro phone call out of the park today, so now it's just a matter of making sure I get along with the team. Rant: It's only Tuesday.
Don't you hate it when you make yourself a great lunch of good leftovers and then leave it in the fridgte at home? I want to kick my ass. God dammit.
RANT: Missed my connecting flight home last night due to a rainstorm that happened TWELVE HOURS BEFORE MY FUCKING FLIGHT RANT: The best they could do was put me up in a hotel in Baltimore at a discounted rate RANT: The shuttle to the hotel picked us up a half hour late, we only had four hours before we needed to be up to begin with and were already running on practically no sleep for the past 4 days. RANT: No way that discounted rate is below fair market value, that place was a fucking shit hole RANT: Didn't get home until 8 AM, have a shit load of work today and have been nodding off at my desk. RAVE: I have not committed homicide yet. RANT: It's possible that it's only because I'm too tired
Rave: Submitted my request to be enrolled in firefighter class. Rant: It's 10 hours a day, 5 days a week, for a little over a month, in the middle of summer, wearing fucking fire turnout gear. You sweat your balls off in that stuff when it's 30 degrees out, and it will probably be in the 90s. So excited.
Rant: As many of you have already seen via my posts, my brain is functioning somewhere between Terri Schiavo and Corky from Life Goes On tonight. Maybe an early bed time is in order?
Rant/Rave: Back home. Got out of Tampa today with good weather, flew to Tallahassee, then back home. In the unpopulated areas we flew at around 200 ft, 115 knots. It was awesome. I can't wait to do it again. Rant: Not sure when I'm going to get my money from all the other people who came, everyone owes me about $1,000 total.