Rant Got written up at work today for constantly being late. Who the fuck cares if I'm constantly late? The bar is still stocked, cleaned, wiped down and ready to go by 5:00 pm every day. When have I ever not done that, ever? Are you writing me up to exercise your authori-tay or some bullshit? Why don't you exercise it somewhere that matters, asshole? Like you, as a manager, not leaving early every night and having us servers fend for ourselves from 8:00 pm onward? And how about the fact that every other server on staff is as consistently late as I am? Everybody is fucking late at this place! Who cares? We're ready to work when the fucking restaurant opens, and perhaps that's because we don't need a goddamn hour and a half to set every thing up like you fervently work to enforce. Jesus Christ lady, get bent. Is that it, you need to get laid? You're good looking enough, wanna get drunk? Maybe see what happens, yeah? On the other hand, I could perhaps at least try to decide to work hard at everything I do from now on, everything, and just show up to work at 3:30 like I'm supposed to. It's an idea.
Rant/Rave???: Just finished reading 158 pages of rants and raves. Rave: Nailing the hot twin sister of the girl I was actually trying to nail. Rave: Beer. Rant: Fuck sports betting.
RANT: Children that wake up at the crack of fucking dawn and decide to hit and kick each other until the point one has to wake up his parents crying hysterically, then one of them forgetting to close the outside door and let the fucking dog run away so you have to go driving around the neighborhood at 7 am hunting! Jesus Christ! Not a great way to start a morning. I'm SO glad I got a vasectomy!
Rant:I haven't been able to get out of my head for like 3 months, but it's enjoyable, so... Rave: with the many people that are finding better jobs around me, I may have a chance to make $150k+ in the next year, once I get my legal issues (drivers license I didn't know was suspended) worked out. If I can spend a year in the green zone in Iraq for $150k+, I may do it three or four times. And then be set up for fucking life. Money to buy a nice place, with no rent and only property tax to worry about, plus crazy combat zone experience that no employer in my field will turn down. Or I can stick with the company I'm with, and transfer to Naples next year. It's all coming up Millhouse.
Rave: I am in shock. A couple that I wait on at work heard of my accident and stopped by. It was great seeing them, they are a riot. They gave me a card with $500 cash in it. I can't stop crying at peoples generosity right now...
Rave: I wanted a quiet night last night and that's exactly what I had. I baked some chocolate chip cookies, drank a bottle of wine, was in bed by 10:30 and didn't wake up until 11 this morning. Now I feel like a hundred bucks and don't have any plans today other than cleaning house and getting caught up on Spartacus. I may even do some reading. I love lazy Saturdays.
Rant: Phone was stolen last night. I was at a restaurant drinking some beers. My brother, my friend and I left. We got about a block away before i realized that I had forgotten my phone so I went back to grab it. Couldn't find it so I borrowed someone's phone who was sitting next to us to try and call it. Someone had already turned it off. Not even 5 minutes had gone by. I know it's partially my fault for leaving it in the first place, but I'm just pissed that people in general are that shitty to take a phone that was left unattended for that short of time. Perfect timing too, since I just found out my car needs about $1000 worth of repairs, asap. Bye bye savings account.
Rant - I can't wait until I finish residency and I can tell other attendings to cram it with walnuts fatty. Just because you are still living circa 1935 when the only antibiotic was penicillin doesn't mean I have to jerkface. Also you have the dexterity of a 5 year old quadriplegic FYI. Rave - Only 4 more shifts until I finish up at this gulag they call a county hospital WHOOOO!
RAVE: a resolution I was the original writer of just got introduced to the state senate. Unf. RANT: Not being a state senator means my name isn't on it. Anyone know any way to put something like that on a resume and not have it look like bullshit?
RANT: The electric company came to change the meter for our apartments, and my electrical things have not been the same. Intermittently I'll lose power, and the coffee pot now controls all the power in the kitchen. Also my wireless router will go out when the kitchen lights go out, even though it's across the room. I am guessing these crappy old apartments finally need the electrical wiring seen to. My stove, oven and microwave all no longer work, so cooking anything to eat is out of the question. And of course, it is only my apartment unit that is having this problem. Won't be solved until Monday, so it's beans out of a can for dinner. RANT: Lost my electronic key to my car, which will cost $200 to replace, and since I have to take it to the dealership, another $100 to tow out there. RAVE: I realized I am going to graduate earlier than I expected, and have finally cemented my decision to apply to become an officer in the Navy. Life goals, hurray!
Rave: Oatmeal may be one of my new favorite drunk foods; it absorbs the alcohol, tastes delicious, and improves my dinosaur knowledge. Rant: The cute redheaded freshman I puked it on to disagrees and has now left my apartment. Whatever. She didn't know the answer to where the oldest dinosaur bones have been found. (A: South America!)
Raverinking alot of this tonight: Anyone else try this stuff? I love it. Im a little biased since I'm from The Rock, so I'm interested in what non Newfies think about this rum. Rant: *Pause till tomorrow morning*
Rave: My father came up this weekend and dropped off some of my things from home. My room feels more like home, and more importantly, I have a real bed now. Rave: I had a good conversation with my father. My father is a man of few words. He came to the USA on April 17th, 1972. He was a refugee from Vietnam. Up until today, my father has only spoken to me of Vietnam 4 times in my life. Once when I was 14 and bought a set of katanas from China on ebay ("Why did you buy those? I used to use those back in my country. Why would you waste your money on those?"), once when I graduated high school, once when I graduated from college, earlier this year at the end of Winter break when I was struggling with my decision to take on debt to become a Psychologist, and now, yesterday. He's been laid off since June of last year, and as he said, he's had time to think about things he hadn't ever thought about in the last 30 years. I knew my father was a military man. I knew my father has shot, stabbed, and killed people. I knew my father had been tortured before. I knew my father had been shot before. I knew my father had been in his 3rd year of medical school in Vietnam before he dropped out. I knew his mother and grandmother were killed when their jeep drove over a land mine. I knew his brother was MIA, presumed KIA. I knew his father 'wheeled and dealed'. I knew that his father whipped him from the back of his head to the back of his ankles for speaking his mind. I knew my father left home at 11 so there would be enough food for his mother to eat as well. I knew my father was a hothead when he was younger. I knew my father had eaten out of trash bins to survive at one point. I did not know that my grandmother could not read or write. I did not know that my father used to make alcohol from rice. I did not know my father was a police officer in Vietnam. I did not know my father knows how to fly a plane. I did not know that my father commanded troops in Vietnam. I did not know that my father knew some of the American brass in the Vietnam War. I did not know that my father was a Colonel in the South Vietnamese army. I did not know my father was demoted 6 ranks and stationed in the Jungle for 5 years for refusing to bomb a strip of land where his family lived. I did not know that when my father was younger, he retaliated against a gang and their entire family but did not even dirty his hands- he had people for that. Rave: My father kicks ass. He is a riddle wrapped in a mystery wrapped in an enigma though. I'm glad he decided to talk about these things more. I am in awe of him. Rave: Learning about my familial history makes me feel more like a person. Rave: He talked about these things while some of my closest friends in my program listened. He's never talked about these things with people outside the family before.
RANT- the Olympics are taking over my house which usually would be fine except for the fact it is drastically cutting into my video gaming time and I just bought Modern Warfare
Rant: I have poison oak on my upper arm. And apparently when it starts leaking fluid it is technically "weeping" Well this mother fucker is weeping like a mother who just saw her family torn apart by AIDS ridden wolves.
RANT: Some mother fucker thought it would be funny to slash 2 roughly 1.5 ft long cuts in my new vert top lastnight. MEGA RANT:It has been raining since early this morning and I didn't go out to the car until about 30min ago.