Rant: Apparently I'm an asshole for not wanting to drive three hours both ways to go visit a cheese factory on Saturday when I have a physics midterm Tuesday. Rant Women
Rant/Rave: Turned 25 today Rant: Tradition calls for a pink belly at work for the occasion. Rave: Buddy I grew up with just landed a job and apartment in Charlotte less than a mile from the bars. Me and a few work friends are going to get good and liquored up breaking the place in. Rant: Tomorrow will be, at the earliest, a 14 hour workday. Eff me in the aye.
RANT Professors fresh off the boat. I know it's completely normal and expected to have a prof from somewhere else; but god damnit, why do I have to pay so much to hear some nervous guy mumble in a language he doesn't understand? Don't get me wrong, he's obviously a smart guy, but I'm spending more time decoding him than focusing on the subject. RAVE Glenfiddich makes me care less.
Rant: I think I may get in some shit because I went in to work today when I could have just stayed home. I went in to get some things done despite an email saying we were welcome to work from home, be safe, etc due to snow. Other people are working on something that will likely require them to be there most of the night - but it's something I'm not involved with in the slightest. One of my many bosses asks if I'll be sticking around, implying I should. If I stayed the only thing I'd do at all would maybe be print something once every hour, so I took off before someone thought to explicitly ask me to stay. If I stayed home today instead of trying to be productive (whoops) no one would have noticed my absence. Bleh. I can't wait to quit, but I could use another month's income, and would prefer to leave on a good note.
RAVE: Tickets go on sale for the "big 4 festival" tomorrow morning. The 1 and only concert in the US (unless they lie) Got blessing from the Mrs. to go with my boys. Fucking middle age road trip to see middle aged rockers in the desert. YEE FUCKIN HAWWWW! RANT: Don't know if I can take a 7 hour heavy metal concert anymore.
Rant: Tight budget. Rave: Love me some 6 pack of PBR, Tim's Cascade - Jalapeno with guac dip, and some beef pasta Hamburger Helper. Hopefully it'll last me all week.
Rant: My Thursday night class is so awful that all I do is sit there for 3 hours dreaming up inventive ways to end my life. Rave: I have the house to myself this weekend. Rave: I finished all my homework today. Rave: The above two Raves mean my weekend is going to be filled with some nice green, good beer, and video games. I am so pumped. 5 o'clock on Friday can't come soon enough.
Rave: New phone Rave: Swype is the shit Rant: Midterm tomorrow and I'm playing with my phone instead of studying
Rave: Saw the funniest thing I've seen in a while at the grocery store this afternoon. A woman an her 7(ish) year old son walked in right behind me. He's being loud as fuck and running around in circles like he's high on PCP. One look at his mother and you could just tell she was exhausted. Little prick had probably been doing this since 7AM. For my own sanity I shop as quickly as possible to get away from them but I end up crossing paths with them again. We're in the cereal aisle and they're right in front of me. Just as we enter the aisle he grabs a box of something and starts yelling, "I WANT IT, I WAN IT, I WAAAAAAAN" and before his mother can snatch it out of his hand he takes off running full tilt down the aisle trying to tear open the box. He's running flat out and reaches the end of the aisle just as another woman turns her cart into it. He hits the front of the carriage without ever touching the brakes... BLLLLOOOOOONNNNG. He was knocked the fuck out. Best part was the wire mesh lines in his forehead. I didn't even try to stifle a laugh as I walked by. Rant: High school classmates sending me friend requests on Facebook and immediately hitting me up with sales pitches about life insurance and mortgage refinancing. I get enough of this shit from telemarketers. Cut the shit.
Rave! I have a present: Google cache brings Ryan Milliron back! It's kind of finicky, the links don't work inside the cache but if you Google them you can read them, like so: Stories!
Rant: "Motivation" run. Get up at 4:00 in the morning to run around base. It's apparently a practice for a unit run next week that we aren't even going to be at. Gay. Rave: "You can't ride in my little red wagon" is the best cadence ever. Neext verse! Same as the first! BUT A WHOLE LOT LOWER AND A WHOLE LOT MEANER!
Rave: Ten hours of passed-out-to-the-world, blissful sleep. Rant: It's fucking snowing. AGAIN. I have run out of places to put the snow when I shovel it, as has everybody else. Ugh.
Rant: Having to explain to post-pubescent child coworkers that no, mindfucking me is not cool, and yes I will ream your sorry ass if you keep fucking with me. In polite and ass-covering terms, no less. Rave: Normal sleep pattern. Now to go screw it up.
Rant: People, why is it that so many of you are surprised about the Taco Bell meat? They were selling pounds of it for less than a dollar. Of course it's going to be filled with sand and stale MilkBone dog treats. The fact that there's anything more than a sprinkling of beef bullion cube pieces for flavor in that mix of taco shell filling should be the surprise. Rave: I've eaten Taco Bell maybe twice in my entire life.
Rave: Today is my last day of work at my current position, and to a larger extent, the career I've built for myself. I've been doing M&A ever since I graduated college in various capacities, and for the first time ever, I'll be doing something that is not transaction-related. It's somewhat bittersweet for me, because I learned a ton and my bosses have always been very good to me in terms of promotions and compensation. For the first time, I'll be stepping out from under that safety net and into a position where I can't just rely on my past experience to figure things out. I'm both excited and nervous. I'll have 3,000 employees counting on me to make good decisions and make sure they have a job next year, and the year after that, and so on. Lord have mercy on their soles. Raver: I'm leaving Louisville, which is by far, the worst city I've ever lived in.
Rant: My roommate/good friend has informed me that her upcoming trip with 4 of our other good friends is taking place on my birthday weekend. Rave: Since I'm incapable of being outright mad at anyone, I'll go all passive-aggressive bitch on her ass and have sex multiple times her bed for the duration of her trip.
Rant: My fucking Doctor's office had the wrong address from when I last visited in JULY. Rather than try and call the THREE phone numbers in my file, they just sent my account (<$100) to collections. Their excuse? "Well, we made a note on your file so you could fix it when you came in." Yeahhhh...that doesn't work if I don't get sick and don't come in, dipshits! Rave: Fixed the problem with no effect on my credit. Sent the billing supervisor a very polite, but strongly worded letter informing him that I'm never coming back unless they make policy changes. Rant: Still can't figure out my grounding issue on my PC. Might have to buy a new case. With the $0 I have in my account, (see above)