RAVE: I bought a 1983 Trans Am for $250. I'm going to be using it for parts I need, and to sell. RAVE: Right as I was loading up the car, a guy drove up and offered to buy the T-Tops off of it. Sold! RANT: Since I didn't have any knowledge about the value of 3rd generation F-body T-tops, I sold them for $25 each, and I could have made at leasts twice that if I had been more patient and done my research. Here it is, incase anyone was curious. The power bulge hood is out of the frame.
Rant: The storm is about to make landfall somewhere close to my present location. Rave: It's not a hurricane. Rave: Next two days off of work. Rant/rave: Ain't got shit to do...at all.
Rant: I was flipping around on TV and and I found MTV's latest atrocity World's Strictest Parents. This show is so terrible it's beyond words, holy crap. At the very least it makes me feel better about myself in comparison.
RANT: Bought mom a new Dell laptop, and it showed up with a bright spot on the LCD, like someone pressed their thumb into it. I'm now on minute 53 with Dell Tech Support, and I'm pretty sure I'm on about tech #8. Jesus, people, the LCD is damaged. Why do I have to go through the idiot steps? Just send me a new fucking laptop already. RAVE: It appears that, while it's taken a long ass time to navigate their call center, Mom *will* be getting a brand new baby-blue 17" Inspiron shortly.
Rant: I was unsuccessful for the IT job that I went for at my uni, Which was a shame as I thought I did really well at the interview for it. Rave: Went back to the uni job site and saw a casual job at a local boating warehouse that was going to end in a couple of days, I called them up thinking it was a long shot and that they had filled the position but they were going to make the decision tomorrow and if I could get there before 5 I could have a quick interview, got there in half an hour spent 10 minutes talking to the owner and got the job then and there. I now have a job for the semester break and if I worked well maybe longer
I just watched the 1932 Cecil B. DeMille film "The Sign of the Cross." You can see a young Claudette Colbert's titties in the movie if you look close. Rant: I was born 100 years to late to meet her.
I'm in a very bitchy mood right now. Forgive me. Rant: Had a Biochemistry test earlier today, and it was probably the hardest test I have ever taken (harder than my Pchem test last week). Everyone left 5 minutes after class was over and it was definitely not the format that he said it would be in. Rave: I got the highest score in my Pchem test by some miracle. I am so fucking good at guessing shit, it's not even funny. Rant: Have had laryngitis for a week and a half, and have also had strep throat since Thursday. I've been having sinus issues since April. I got three hours of sleep last night because I had to study for said biochem test. I don't think I'm ever going to be healthy again. I feel like hell. Rave: My right quad is finally strong enough, after 11 months, that I can do lunges. Still can't go down the stairs correctly, but hey, at least it's finally starting to grow back. Rant: Applying to medical school is soo fucking expensive. They are draining me of every dollar that I have. I might as well start living on bread and butter until I get accepted and live off of $200,000 worth of loans for the next four years.
Rant: I have a toothache that could kill a horse. Thank you wisdom teeth and $1,500 dentist bill I cannot afford to pay to get them demons out of my mouth. Rant: I can't think of a rave to balance things out.
Rant: boob pain was not from my kid and his evil ear. Turns out it's either a clogged milk duct (when I never had milk in the first place) or mastitis- which is an infected tit. AWESOME! Now I have to go and be poked and prodded by the doctor and hope this thing isn't abscessed, because having my tit drained is quite possibly the last thing on EARTH I want to have done. Rave: Mastitis would explain my flu symptoms.. so at least it isn't 'swine flu'.
Rave: Despite it being the middle of November, today was 20 friggin' degrees outside. So, for lunch, I sat on my balcony, in my pyjamas, drinking beer and grilling a steak. That was pretty awesome.
Rant: Why do the court systems here have to be so fucking backed up that I have to sit around waiting for two MORE months with this black cloud hanging constantly over my head. All I want to do is say, "Guilty" and get my sentence, which I'm sure will involve a fine that I can hardly afford, some classes I don't have the time for, and a bunch of community service that I really just want to get started on so this shit doesn't drag out for the next six months. Instead of that I'd rather just take some jail time, considering I've already spent 36 hours in a cell for this "incident," tops they could give me would be three days more, which wouldn't be that terrible. Fucking nothing could be as terrible as making me wait so fucking long to see what's going on, though. Psychological warfare at it's finest. Touche legal system, touche. Rave: Hopefully by the time court comes along I'll be so stoked to be done waiting, I won't be as pissed off at my punishment. Hopefully... Rave: I've been using "Howdy" as my go-to greeting lately. I don't know why. I wasn't even conscious of it until today. No more "what's up" or "how's it", just Howdy. Gotta say I'm digging it.
Rant: Tests in every single one of my courses within a week. Trying to get over a 3.5 in biomedical engineering courses is fucking hard. Studying is my fucking kryptonite.
Last night I reached a new milestone in my life. I became a published author. It was probono work, but who cares it gets my name out there! Now for those of you wondering where they can find my great work- on reruns of COPS 2.0 in the chat room portion of the screen. Apparently my response was funny enough to get on national TV. Best day ever.
Rant: We really need to get the validation thing up and running so I can dispense points for the funny I've found here. Rant: I think I have chipmunks in the attic. I hate those little fuckers since they chew through everything. Rave: Two weeks till vacation. Just two more weeks of dealing with the knuckleheads I work with before I'm gone for a few weeks. I really hope this trip recharges me because I need it.
Rave: Frebis just admitted to what I've been secretly thinking this entire time: He's such a big fan of Cops that he chats about it, live. .: I'm better than Frebis.
Rant: This will be long-winded. Consider yourselves forewarned. I work in Medicare Grievances and Appeals for a large health insurance company. I compile case files with all kinds of information in order to determine whether or not a prescription should be covered under various company and federal guidelines. When a case is denied, the appellant has the option to further appeal the decision with an outside entity. This is spelled out in plain, modern English in a template denial letter we send out. All you do is fill in a few fields and fax it to the number at the top of the page. Easy, right? Wrong. I sent a denial letter to an RN in Utah back in August. In October, I began receiving phone calls in mid October from this nurse, stating that our denial has nothing to do with the request she made and that we have to re-open it. Sorry, read your denial letter. "I threw it away." Fine, I faxed her another one and walked her through it on the phone. She understood. Yay. No problems, right? Wrong. Got a fax on November 5th asking why we haven't reopened the case like she asked. I had my manager call her and talk to her, fax her the information and walk her through it again. Understood, no questions or concerns, will take care of it right away. Finally, taken care of, right? Wrong. Got the same fax again today. Called to ask what on earth is wrong with her and why she can't follow first grade instructions. ".....You mean you're not (third-party entity) as well as Medicare?" NO!!! Why would there be a fax number on the page that is different than the one you've been using, listed under a completely different company name? "...Ohhhhhhhh.......well can you text me the right fax number?" That's right, a licensed RN wanted me to use my personal cell phone to text a fax number that she was holding directly in front of her face to her personal cell phone number, presumably so she can call me in another two weeks when she decides she doesn't know what to do. Again. I didn't do it because she has the information, like I said, right in front of her fucking face. Because my penis and brain work side-by-side for at least 95% of my waking hours, I decided to look her up on Facebook because while stupid, she has a hot voice. Maybe she's someone I wouldn't mind seeing naked and she would be dumb enough to send pictures? Wrong again. She looks like Mimi from the Drew Carey Show.
Rant: "I've called like 10 times and probably talked to 12 different people!" Well no shit, Dick Tracy, you're calling a call center! Why would you call 10 times anyway, unless you're hoping someone will give you info that's a little bit different so you can say "Aha! There really IS a sooper-seekret way to get what I want done without going through proper channels like everybody else!" You're no more special than every other lawyer who calls during the week, you stupid fuck! Pull your head out of your ass! God damn I hate this corporate, white collar sweat shop monkey shit sometimes. By "sometimes" I mean "EFD. Every Day!" You are the reason I drink and want to join al-Qaida.
Rave: The contractor is finally back on the job..construction on the vacant frame/house next door to me is back underway... Rant: ..as long as the Hindu guy running the show does'nt run out of money... again Double Rant: Generators running, hammers banging, guys shouting 99% of daylight hours.