Rant & Rave Thread

Rant: Goddamn, I have to go stay the night at one of the unsecured airports an hour away watching a 1960's built plane so no one will steal shit off of it...

 

Rant: Victoria's Secret. Why must you have a fashion show around exams? I've literally put more time into watching this marvel than I have for my exam tomorrow.

Rave: Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

 

Rave:My company has a thing for the CSRs where if they get someone to purchase an "add on" will get a 1.25. It is a nifty program to put a little extra money in their pockets.

Well it turns out that now, if they get over 15 in a week, they are all worth 2.50.

Well 3 CSRs called in, so I had to cover for them. I got 35 "add ons" so an extra nearly 100 bucks in my pocket cause a bunch of people were sick.

 

Rave: Mother fucking done. Done with the bullshit fucking education class, done with the semester, fucking done.

Done!

Last (hopefully) long-winded rant about that stupid fucking class in spoilers for anyone who might care:

Spoiler

Rant: Last day of my education class today, where we reviewed videos. I can honestly say that today was supposed to be a pretty easy day. Go in, watch videos, do some critiquing, go home. Nothing is EVER fucking easy with this class.

First, we go over what she wants on our papers that are due TODAY. She says that she wants examples of work, and what she wants, and has always wanted, was to see the kids final projects. Now, every single students' final project was an in-class group oral presentation. This means the only way she could see the kids final projects was for us to record them on the day they presented.

NO ONE FUCKING KNEW THIS! NOT ONE GOD DAMNED STUDENT IN THE CLASS KNEW THIS!

Two groups (of the 6) happened to record themselves on presentation day. One of them also recorded some (not all) of their presentations because it was part of their presentations. Everyone else was completely fucking dumbfounded. Even those that did record that day had the camera on themselves, because they weren't recording the presentations, they were recording themselves teaching that day. I spent a good 20 minutes trying to explain that she never, ever, in any way, shape, or form told us that she'd like us to tape their final presentations, and that I had nothing to give her in regards to their final presentations except the grade sheets that I'd made. She told me to give her everything. I said "everything? You want me to just bring you everything they did? That is fine, I can bring you everything I have, but is that what you want?"

She said "well, you don't have to bring me everything. Just examples of what they did."

So I said "you want a physical copy of what they did? Or, do you want me to scan it in to my computer, so I can email it to you and also upload it along with my paper."

She said that'd be fine, so I spent an hour scanning in about 20 pages of the students work. Everything from questions they wrote to essays they wrote to notes that they took. I'm just praying to God that it is enough for me to actually get the grade I need.

Then, she said something that almost made me throw my fucking chair at her:

"I know what I wanted to see from those students, and that is what I've been trying to get out of you."

HOW ABOUT YOU FUCKING TELL US WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANTED SO THAT WE KNOW WHAT TO GIVE YOU! FUCK! Why are you keeping it a fucking secret? Why didn't you just say "tape the final presentations so I can see them when you're done."?

Just because YOU know something doesn't mean that WE know it. Also, and I know this one is crazy, but how about DON'T WAIT UNTIL THE DAY IT IS FUCKING DUE TO TELL US WHAT IT IS YOU WANT!

I was ready to fucking flip out on her, but one thing kept me sane:

A few other students had it much, much worse than I did. One guy's class was god awful, and the vast majority of them refused to do their project, so he has almost nothing at all to give her. At least I had some essays to give her a sample of, plus other work the students did. He had virtually nothing, and she was really giving him shit about it. If I were him, I'd have told her to go fuck herself and walked straight to the dean of students to bitch up a storm. If I get less than a B (you're required to get at least a B in this class in order to move on to student teaching), I am going in and absolutely raising hell with everyone above her until my grade is changed. It isn't my fucking fault that she failed to tell us what the fuck it is that she wanted to see out of us.

Even after she "explained" what she wanted, she left the room, and every single person was like "wait, now, what the fuck does she want?" That shouldn't ever happen! Ever! It is like she is physically incapable of just telling us what she wants to see in plain simple fucking terms. "I want to see the students final presentations. If you don't have them, give me examples of everything they did so that I can see what was happening." Why the fuck couldn't she just say that? That is all she had to say. That's it. Those words, in that combination (or anything remotely resembling that) never came out of her mouth. It took us playing 90 million questions to and cobbling together the technical jargon and other bullshit to finally come to that conclusion, which we're still not entirely sure is right.

Fuck.

And, truth be told, it is so hard to hate her. She is clearly really passionate about kids, education, and her job. But she talks to us about accountability, when she takes ZERO accountability for how absolutely atrocious the communication was throughout this class. As a person and as a department head, I like her. I would go to her for career advice and for help getting through the program. As a teacher, she is without a doubt the most frustrating teacher I've ever had (and not in that good "she makes me work hard but I learned so much" kind of way). It is compounded by the fact that she is supposed to be teaching us how to teach... but how can I take her seriously when I have so little clue as to what the fuck it is that she wants out of us, and her communication skills in just telling us what the fuck she wants are so god damned poor. She really needs to stick to heading the department and drop teaching that class.

Fuck it. It's over. I'm done. Time to get completely fucked up and black out drunk so that hopefully I forget that entire class even existed.

 

Rant: Don't clam up and go into another room to watch SVU on your computer. Talk to me when you're pissed or get the fuck out.

 

RANT: I hate doing group projects. We're in fucking college, I think everyone should do their own thing instead of working in a group where one person (in this case me) does everything so it actually gets finished. I live 56 miles from school and commute every day. Making me work in a group with a bunch of lazy shits who live on campus is insane.

RAVE: At least I got the motherfucker done and I know I'll get an A. Too bad I have to carry these other bitches along with me.

RANT: Got the final study material for my micro final. Holy. Shit. It will be 3 to 4 hours a night every night just for that class. And I don't study. I don't think I've studied for a total of 3 to 4 hours for any of my other classes all semester.

 

Rave: Watching The Sopranos ten years after the episodes originally aired is like stepping in a time machine back to my middle school world. I just saw someone get savagely beaten with a Big Mouth Billy Bass. Awesome.

Rant: 3 more days of finals/papers/presentations.

 

RANT: I dont mind helping people, really I dont. I actually love to organize things. But LEARN TO CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF. DONT BE A SLOB and expect me to clean up after you like its my civic duty. And stop coming out of the house all primped acting like your crap dont stink. Because I know if any one of your friends followed you home, you'd be embarrassed at the junk pile that is your house. (For reference, the house isnt "Hoarders" bad, but it looks like the same tornado has hit the house in less than a week after it was cleaned the first time.)

 

Rant: Fucking automotive wiring diagrams are kicking my ass, 1 more shot at the practical on Monday. FUCK FUCKafmsdfaf,j

 

RAVE: Victoria's Secret Fashion Show and a Snowday that cancelled the exam I didn't study for because of it. I cannot begin to understand what I did to deserve this, but I'll take it.

 

Rave: How the fuck did I manage to go 4 months without sex? Not going let that happen again

Rave: Live blues tonight, going be great, haven't been for nearly 3 months

 

Rant: Mom's birthday is next week. We ordered a gift basket for her and chose to have it delivered next week on her actual birthday, so it makes perfect sense that the company'd go ahead and deliver the goddamn thing yesterday. Why let customers choose a delivery date if you're just going to ignore it?

Rave: Brother will be here a week from now. Should be a fun Christmas.

 

My only remaining grand parent passed away last night. She's been in a nursing home for a while, so I knew this was coming. She passed away peacefully thank god.

The timing of this really sucks. I'm leaving for vacation in 4 hours. I offered to cancel this. But since our family is so small Dad says they are going to hold the funeral until I get back, which is great I guess. I just feel like a dick. No matter how many times I offered to cancel, he said there was no sense in that, and I should just go.\

Skiing is supposed to be a happy time. I have a feeling this trip is going to blow.

I am now the second generation Frebis. I feel old. Fuck. Life sucks.

 

(Very specific) Rave:
For those of you who listen to Stern in the mornings, did any of you hear the midget that David Arquette brought on today? He was a ball of incoherent party energy. Even better, he reminded me of Slurms Mackenzie, the party worm from Futurama.

Rave:
Mechanic got my car running, which means I can sell it or trade it in now.

Raver:
Mechanic, as well as at least three other people, have offered to buy it from me. This means (probably) a couple hundred more bucks in my pocket and no hassle with the trade in.

 

Rant: Six Year Anniversary of my Father's death.

Rave: For the first time in six years, I don't feel the pain so acutely, it's more of a somewhat pleasant dull ache when I think of him, and now I remember the good times as well.

Rant: My wife wanted me to drive her to work, so I get in the car and I immediately know something is wrong with the alignment. There was nothing wrong with it the other day, and she took the car last night.

"Hon, what did you hit?"
"Nothing, maybe it was the other night when we went to Pat's."

Now I was in the car, and I would have remembered if we hit something.

"Get it inspected and I'll pay for it to get fixed."
"Ok."

I get home, and the FUCKING RIM IS BENT AND THE HUBCAP IS MISSING!!!!!! YOU DIDN'T HIT ANYTHING, MY ASS!!!!

I think she's worried because the last time she hit something it cost me 2 grand.

Rave: The wife is worried about what I think, for once!

 

Rant: My rather incompetent and paranoid delusional boss went fucking apeshit on me at work in front of the staff. He accused me of "running the place" and littered his screaming with f bombs. I went over his head to talk to the owner who acknowledges that it wasn't right but does not seem like he is going to do anything about it.

Rave: I've been there 3 years and this is motivation to do something else. It's great money but I will NOT be treated this way or tolerate the insanity that is this man. I will find another job or become a professional student. I will also stay on there one day a week to piss him off. I will take $150 and torturing him without actually giving a shit, haha.

Rave: Killer birthday!


any ideas on making my manangers life just a little more miserable in an underhanded fashion would rock my fucking socks.

 

Rant: Son of a Nutcracker! My orthopedic surgeon is also a surgical professor. That's totally cool, but today I met one of his students who will be assisting in the OR. He is really, really cute. Of course I got all flirty and smiley with him. I couldn't help myself! This is upsetting because I don't want to be vulnerable with a hot doctor. I want him to be plain and uglay. Dammit!

 

Rave: Finally made it in to get my hair colored. I hadn't done anything to it since August so my roots were showing something awful. Now I'm back to my natural shade which is quite a bit darker than I'm used to but I love it.

Rant: Got my hair trimmed as well. I know she didn't cut very much but it feels a lot shorter.

Rave: Meeting a friend for sushi this afternoon at my favorite place. One of the things I hate about living in this little town is that I have to drive over an hour to get sushi.

Rant: I think this week is the longest week in the history of weeks. I don't know why it seems to be dragging on but it definitely is.

Rave: I'm almost done with Christmas shopping! I think I have two more gifts to buy and then I'm finally done.

 

RANT: Fuck, I'm getting sick ten days before Christmas. My throat feels like it's having a hot iron pressed against it. AWESOME. I might be rid of the cold by February, since I take forever to recover from them. Thanks for that, asthma.

RAVE: No Christmas shopping to do...

RANT:... because I'm pretty close to flat broke and cannot afford anything. Yay.

RANT: At least two hours of laundry tomorrow. No bueno.