Rant: Are people with unbelievably terrible BO not able to smell themselves? Or are they just so used to the smell all the time, they don't even notice it? I just filled up my car with gas, and I still had the window up when the attendant came over. The instant I rolled the window down, it was like someone filled a used diaper with meecrob, sprinkled burnt hair on it, and hit me in the face with it. It was one of the worst smells I've ever smelled in my life. I think it's stuck to the hair in my nostrils because I can still smell it. I need a shower.
Rave: Flying to VT was awesome. My buddies got a kick out of coming along. The instructor is a super funny guy that scared the fuck out of them a few times. Nothing inspires fear like a very calm "Oh no. That isn't good" from a veteran flying instructor. Rant: My work purchased "gift lessons" are finished. If I want to continue on it'll be at my expense. Rave: Instructor Bill said he's give me a steep discount and might even trade flight time for vehicle storage. Rave: Went to the grocery store to hit the salad bar for lunch. Got into a conversation with a smoking hot shopping-mommy at the salad bar. As I was about to walk away she asked me where I was headed. I told her, "Work. The same place your husband probably is right now." Then I winked. Don Draper inspired for sure.
Rant: When the fuck will karma tilt in my direction? I always help people with homework, remind my roommate when stuff is due, do the extra dishes just so there done, take the garbage out when it gets full (apparently a huge issue for college kids), even buy some extra beer for the after party - yet the two things I want; good grades and a decent broad to hang out with - constantly elude me. FUCK. I understand I don't have the brains of Einstein or the looks of Brad Pitt - but fuck I try to be a decent guy and nothing falls my way at all. Anyone else feel like there goin' through this? Rave: Still looking forward to getting hammered over the trifecta this weekend (thur - fri - sat).
Rant after a year of fighting and trying to shortsale I had a property foreclosed on today. Rave I am done fucking with the property, time to move on. Also my last act as owner was to have tweakers forcibly removed from property by a constable who was smoking hot.
Rave: Chilean mine rescue. I'm glued to CNN now; they have cameras directly above the mine shaft and it's insanely interesting to me. I feel like I'm watching something monumental, even if history later says that I'm not. Rant: When the first man comes to the surface (I hope), he would have officially been underground for 69 days. I feel like such an immature asshole that I'm laughing at the number.
Rave/ Rant: My dad is getting married to his current girlfriend. She is actually an incredibly strong woman who has mellowed my father out, and has gotten him to act more like a normal human. She also has done a lot for me and my wife. Rant: My dad will tell my sister, who will call up my mother to tell her. There is no reason for my mother to know any of the dealings of my father. It is been 16 years since they separated. My mother should have been able to move on, however she has been dragging the victim card out for way too long. I am always put in the middle of these things, and because my sister can't keep her whore mouth shut, I have to deal with my mother's insecurities. My mother doesn't need to know this shit. It does not apply to her life. So why does my sister have to tell her? My sister wants to stir shit up. So I am the one who has to sit through Thanksgiving and Christmas dealing with my mother's in ability to understand that just because she loves to be a victim too much to get on with her personal life, her ex husband, despite the asshole he was to her, can get along with his life. Jägerette and I don't want to have to deal with her bullshit, but now we do. God have mercy on us.
Rant: What's up with all of the nasty folks who can't chew with mouths closed? I encountered two today. One was the Asian chick behind me in lecture. She went to the Union and picked up the foulest-smelling piece of fried shit I've ever smelled. Then I had to listen to her eating it...in my ear. WTF, Asian Chick? Second woman was in the waiting area at the doctor's office. I watched her eat a bag of chips and drink a Coke. She paused to lick her fingers between bites. I was fascinated by this woman because she was so gross. She even gave me a flash of her belly as she lifted her shirt up to rearrange her belly. Rant of the Week: The orthopaedist says my ankle is worse than he originally thought. He thinks there's a lot of torn cartilage that isn't showing up on the MRI. Also, I will need to have my ligament anchored. My surgery just became a little bit of a bigger deal with a lot longer rehab. I am stressing about when to schedule this. I'm adding on to my Pilates certification and was planning on taking the test right after the holidays. I can't do that non-weight or even partial-weight baring. It will be a gong show getting everything in before this fucking surgery. P.S. Insurance companies are the devil. I loathe them and anyone who chooses to work for them. Rave: There has to be something rave-worthy. Started hanging out with the cute guy in my lecture class. Upside: we study together and then hang out. It's like killing two birds with one stone.
Rant: I love when girls act all nice and enjoyable when it's just me and them, and then turn into total bitches when other people are around. Really, it's my favorite, and I'm so glad I go to this place because this college has an honest to God epidemic of it.
Rave: Saw the blue man group. Unreal. They were unbelievable. Rave: Saw the Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam. Rant: Missing the girl.
Rant: I'm an idiot. Instead of brown nosing and buttering up the HR people at my now ex-job, I told the truth. I told them I was unhappy in the position I was in, and my management was not doing a swell job of motivating me, and cold calling is not inherently motivating as is. I had no passion for the job, but I loved the company and wanted to try a different position. They interpreted this as "I'm a lazy, unmotivated fuck stick" and informed me that my position is no longer available. So much for the two week notice. I even interviewed for a different department in the morning, and had high hopes that this 5 p.m. meeting was about me getting the transfer. That wasn't fun. Rant: I don't get commission for the 8 contracts I have running in the next month or so. This means I lost 200 - 4000 bucks. Also, I can't contact any of my merchants that I've built good rapport with. Who fucking cans a position on a god damn Monday? At least let me go through the end of the pay period. Rave: I have no one to blame but myself (and a poorly structured start-up struggling to figure out how to be more corporate, but mostly myself) and I've come to terms with that within 3 seconds of my exit interview. I'll miss the company and most of the people, but certainly not the pay or the commission. I'm lucky to have 2 other jobs which I can and will revert back to for the time being. Rave: I wasn't as bummed out as I thought I'd be. On the contrary, I am pretty happy to not have to pound the phones 2-4 hours a day while staring at an illuminated rectangle all damn day. I realize that inside sales is shit, no matter how glamorous the company. It was a good learning experience. Made me realize it was a good thing to pass on a job offer I had previously at a logistics company as inside sales. Overall, it was a good first "getting fired" experience as far as those go. Rave: First long period of time off in nearly 5 years. Full time school, summer school, 2 jobs through college, and getting a 55-60 hour/week job a week after graduating will do that.
Rant: I'm stuck halfway between my house and my school with a flat on my RX7. It's an obscure tire size (255 35 18 for you car guys) and I have no spare. Rave: The inner side wall blew out. I'm really happy it happened with just me in the car and on a slow country road instead of on the highway at 70 with one of my kids or my wife in it. That could have gotten ugly. Rave: At least I can surf the web on my phone while I wait to get it fixed.
Rave: Ordered my Halloween costume last night. Han Solo circa Return of the Jedi. Best Part of that Rave: My girlfriend has agreed to dress up as Slave Leia for our halloween party. She is officially the best girlfriend ever.
Rave: So the boys are just over two weeks old now and doing pretty well. The first born is at 2lbs 13ounces and has finally started eating. The other one is up to 3lbs 5ounces and keeps getting his feedings upped as he has kept everything down. They still have apnea spells where they forget to breath, but the bigger of the two is being weened to just the nasal prongs so we get to see his face. I can't wait for them to be off their masks since it covers the majority of their faces and distorts their head. Best case scenario is we could end up taking one/both home in under a month. That probably won't happen and I don't want to get my hopes up too high, but they are doing well and the bigger one is really kicking ass so it is possible. Thanks everybody for the well wishes. Our families and friends have been great and it really helps having good people behind you during times like this.
Rant: WTF? Checkout girl at the grocery store just asked if I qualified for the senior discount. Fuck.
Rant: I have never been so bored at work. I'll be honest, I don't have the most exciting job, but today it's been a real struggle to stay awake. Rave: New people I can give work to if I don't want to do it.
Rant We've decided we'd like to adopt a dog, preferably a giant breed, specifically a Mastiff or Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. We've sent out about 15 e-mails to rescues, and we haven't heard a single word back. I mean, yeah, I am in a bad place without Mayhem, and yeah, there's a giant empty spot in our family so I'm a bit anxious about all this, but shit, isn't the point of a rescue to try to help dogs find homes that would love them?
Rave: Got fitted for a custom set of Nike Machspeed irons today. Should be here in a week or so. I've always used secondhand clubs and I'm super stoked to have some made for me. Plus my friend works for Nike so I got them for 350$ instead of 800$. If the Transformers golfed, these are the clubs they would use. They look like they're from the future. I feel like christmas is in a week! I'm pretty excited if you can't tell.