Rave: Pi Approximation Day (22/7), so we had got pie at work. Mmm strawberry rhubarb deliciousness... Rant: Need a new job and want to get into a different industry. With zero work experience, I might be fucked.
Rave: I just received this text from the new girl (the one I posted about before): "I hate you right now. Well not really. Today I've had 3 girls at work ask why I'm walking funny. I told them I hurt it running." Twas a good last night, and this morning. I'm exhausted as hell at work right now, but there's no way I can rant about that. Rave: I get to have some Olive Garden tonight with the fam since my ltitle cousins are in town. They're 4 and 5 going on 35 and 40. Some of their comments are just fantastic. Life is pretty awesome today.
Rave: fucking skeet shooting. We have a shooting range on the ranch behind our house and I like to take frequent full advantage of it. Rant: My shoulder fucking kills. Only a 20-gauge but shooting a few boxes through it hurts the next day regardless. Is it considered less manly to wear a shooting vest or purchase an extended recoil pad? I should probably pose this question in the firearms thread. It was worth it, but fuck!
RAVE: I have NO recollection of complete weekends drinking up in Atlanta, yet when the subject of college football comes up, I can remember all the good games played that weekend. Where I was and who I was with is secondary to the games being played apparently.
Rave: Turns out the new fuel tank on my truck is full sized. Unknown to me, the mechanic filled the tank 3/4 full. I had no way of knowing because I was driving on the other tank. And for those smartasses out there: I didn't flip over to the new tank because the engine has to be running for the level to show, and since I was under the impression it was bone dry I didn't want to stall out. I had assumed they'd siphoned a litre or so out of my other tank (since its level was the same), but no. Free (sort of) gas for me! Rant: I was "that idiot" yesterday who stood at the pump trying to pack as much gas as possible in. In my defense, I thought I still hat 50L to go and that the tank was vented wrong. Until it overflowed.
RANT: People calling me to tell me that I've miraculously won 4 tickets to Florida. All I have to do is give them my credit card number so they can charge me the $500 booking fee or some shit. Seriously, who the fuck falls for this?? RAVE: The conversation was pretty amusing: Spoiler HIM: Mooseknuckle, you are one difficult dude to get a hold of. ME: Have you tried calling me or something? I don't have any missed calls. Who is this? HIM: This is Jim from Tour America. Mooseknuckle, are you sitting down? I've got some bitchin' news to tell you. ME: What's that Jim? HIM: You and 3 of your friends are going to Orlando Florida my friend! How fucking pumped up are you?! ME: Ummmm, what's the catch? HIM: You won a drawing and now you're going down to Orlando Florida to stay at luxurious resorts and check out hot chicks in bikinis! Can life get any better than that?! ME: What's the catch dude? HIM: Can you imagine?!! As soon as people find out that you're going to Orlando freakin Florida, your phone is gonna blow up! All the hot chicks are gonna want to go with you man!! Tell me how excited you are! ME: (sarcastic excited voice) woooooo... I'm gonna put my dick in some pussy fo sho... HIM: You're god damn right son! You're god damn right! ME: (he's not picking up on the sarcasm so I run with it) You're basically saying I won a free pussy pass man. That's some tubular shit. HIM: How many hot chicks do you think are gonna call you to find out if they can join you?! ME: Off the top of my head, I'd say at least a thousand. I can even tell some chicks that I'll bring them if they fuck me. And then tell them I was just kidding afterward! I'ma be swimmin in that pussy! HIM: You don't even know the half of it! This winter when it's cold as hell up there, all them hotties are gonna want to head down to sunny Orlando Florida to get in bikinis and hang out with you. ME: Me and my DICK, Jim!! Me and my dick... HIM: Now you got the right idea son! ME: You got any daughters that might wanna get in on this action, Jim? HIM: You're a crazy SOB dude!! ME: Seriously, I'll fuck your children. HIM: (5 seconds of silence) Ummm, so... I'm gonna need to get some information from you in order to complete the paperwork man. ME: I'll fuck your son even. I'd prefer the daughters, but I'm not above fucking your son in the mouth. It's only gay if I use his ass. HIM: I don't have any children sir. So you're gonna have to pay a low fee of $498 and that'll get you your luxurious resort reservation and-- ME: Why'd you lie to me Jim? HIM: I didn't lie to you. ME: You told me I could fuck your children. And now you're saying you don't have any. I don't believe that. I'll give you a grand instead of 500 if you give me one of your children for a night. HIM: Ahhhh. Ummm, so... So it says here you have a discover card? ME: The only thing I'm gonna discover is the inside of your child. HIM *click* RAVE: Deleting facebook friends. Her status updates or the last 4 days: (Spoilered for stupid shit that should get me banned on this board.) Spoiler lol ppl r sooo funny when they gota b so shady n its gettn old....... ugh i really dont got time for all dis lame bs ugh not how i wanna spend the rest of my nite!!!! Spoiler so sick n tired of lame ass ppl i really need to do sumthang bout all ths god is goin to put me in the path where i can finally b in peace with myself n b free from all this uncalled for drama i dont need it any more!!! those ppl neva made me so they will neva break me!!! ppl who live off drama n talks smack ta girls ... Spoiler If u dnt know my story dnt b puttn my name in yall mouths u don't know absolutely don't know nethang bout me!!! Cuttn more ppl outa my life n if its u I'm doin it cuz yall immature n need help!!! I'm ready foi a complete change Spoiler Ugh wat a damn day.. Locked my keys in my house great!!! N is so ready ta throw my hands up!!! I need a lil more respect den wat I am gettn! And yes, she is a fat, disgusting, ugly white chick with the personality of a used napkin. And yes, she has a black boyfriend. And yes, he has a history of hitting her. And yes, she still stays with him because "things are different this time". She is a walking cliche. This is the same coworker who was convinced that alcoholics could still drink wine as long as they avoid "beer and alcohol". And her vote counts the same as yours and mine. Democracy is overrated.
Rave. Out o the office and out in the field working further north than I've ever been before. It's kind of cool seeing roadsigns for Alaska. Rave. In the field for a couple of weeks = mo' money! Rant. The drive home is going to be long and horrible.
Rave: So many awesome things have happened this week personally, professionally, and academically. I am overwhelmed by how much good/excitement can happen all at once. Rant: I am so fucking overwhelmed by all the "good" I want to scream. Awesome grades mean more pressure for the next exam. New apartment means the pain of moving in and settling. New clients out the ears mean my "time to study/get shit done" is gone. Applying for doctorate programs means getting together 50 pieces of shit and completing way too many apps online. Why does everything in life seem to happen in clusters of good or bad with long periods of "meh" inbetween? Why can't the universe distribute it a little bit more evenly so I could properly enjoy or cope with the awesomeness/suckiness of it all? All my life I wonder this.
RANT: I'm actually starting to be afraid to answer my phone. Work has devolved into a complete circus. Yesterday a manager in one of our offices was punched by a customer because she requested photo ID on a credit application. Today, a partner of ours fires his employee who is employed by his company which has nothing to do with us, and then throws me under a bus by telling her to call me and complain; without warning me. So I get a crying, screaming woman on the phone accusing me of all sorts of underhanded shit and only getting more upset at me when I say I don't know what she's on about because I'm now "lying to her as well". I'm not even a director of the company she thinks she's employed by.
Rave: I went to a bar last night and got talking to this absolutely stunning Norweigin girl. Just as she was about to head off she gave me her number and told me to call her sometime. Rant: I then proceeded to hit the wrong key on my touch pad and delete her number about 15 seconds after she had left. What makes it worse is that I then couldn't find her to get the number again. I fucking don't deserve this damit.
Rave: Water park was awesome and so was In n Out. Thats 2 great reasons to go to Redding California Rant: Drill this weekend. Yes I repeat this alot until it happens.
Rave: The bucks night I organised went swimmingly. Everyone had a blast and the shy groom even chilled out and got into the spirit of the event. Rant/rave: I got kicked in the head by a hot french chick doing some fancy moves on the pole. Rave: She bought me a shot to apologise. A stripper bought me a shot, and all I had to do was get kicked in the head. Rave: While at one of the clubs we ran into an old school friend, and coincidentally she was also one of the guests ex-girlfriends. Rave: She was working as a dancer and had the most hilarious freak out as she spread her legs open and spotted us all sitting in the gallery.
Rant: Praxis II's tomorrow. Should be fun to wake up at 6:30 on my day off from work in the middle of summer to take a test that I had to pay an arm and a leg for.
RANT: I got my hopes up thinking it was gone, but naturally it was just coincidence. RANT: I'm getting sick. RANT: It's time to lay the hammer down, I can't take this anymore.
Rant: Laid off at 8:30am Tuesday morning. End date of Oct 1 Rave: Offered a transfer to the supply chain side at 3:30 Tuesday afternoon Rant: The new job would be a step down, responsibility wise Rave: Still have a job. Rave: Great date with a cute guy from St. Vincent last night.
RANT/RAVE: And, I'm back. Major changes with some of the org charts, and I'm now in a position to fix shit, and the major idiot has been removed from the equation. And it all comes wrapped in a bit of a bonus and raise. And more time allocated to working from home. RANT: The only thing that kind of sucks is I've had to put my software product on hold while I'm doing this (going on 2 years now), and am soooo looking forward to hitting a beach house in Thailand for a few months to recharge and get that shit updated and back on track. RAVE: Can't really bitch about too much though, really.... although I will try. EDIT: And just to clarify, I am a self-employed IT contractor, but have been under contract to the current firm for almost 2 years. I'm the only contractor on the project, and the only one with the type of online systems experience required for the gig... but I also have a software product that I've put on hold for 2 years while I've been doing this contract.
Rant: Neither did I. 3 grad students who had the research positions this year were rehired. So much for opening and sharing the opportunity. Oh well, guess I'll have to find something else. I'm off to my echocardiogram. Great timing.