Rave: Five Guys burger and fries. I mean, it's fast food... but it's about as good as fast food gets. Rant: Five Guys burger and fries. I feel like I ate a cinder block.
Rant: Some woman in another department just dropped a garbage bag of toys off in my office. Some opened, some unopened. Some for babies, some for toddlers. Just dumped it in my office, said “these are for the staff picnic. They were leftover from…” and walked away. I have NO idea what they were leftover from, I have NO idea who’s used them. But they are now my problem. Also, it's a STAFF picnic. Not a KID'S picnic. Who, in an office of 25-60 year old people, is going to play with a foam ball with Dora The Explorer's photo on it while they're eating a burger? WTF?
Rant I just went in and got a physical, and during that physical I got a testicular examination. Having a probably gay doctor fondle your balls and then tell you to look down at him while he's doing it, was a bit odd. I politely declined looking down. Rave I don't have ball cancer.
Rave: Just spent my lunch hour bowling and enjoying a not-altogether-awful cheeseburger. My office and another one from the agency headed down to Lucky Strike at Chinatown in DC where, for $9.95, you get lunch and a game. If you work in the area, definitely worth checking out. Rant: I'm just biting into lunch, which is eaten entirely with my hands, when a co-worker decided to remind me that I am eating with my hands after fingerbanging a bowling ball in downtown DC...perhaps I should have gone with the caesar salad. See you at the hospital kids!
Rant: I had to buy a new bra yesterday. A few months ago a 36B was a perfect fit...my new bra is a 38D. This is ridiculous. It's a rant because I feel like my boobs are deformed, growing two cup sizes in a short amount of time has done me no favors. Not to mention that I was told that a shirt I wore to work was inappropriate, because when I bent over you could see down it--unless I wear a turtleneck you're going to be able to see down my god damn shirt when I bend over. Rave: Only 15 weeks left to go, if we have to schedule a c-section it'll be closer to 11. I can't believe we're that close, time has gone by so quickly. Not sure yet: We have an appointment with a perinatologist tomorrow for an ultrasound and a consultation, mostly so he can confirm my OB's diagnosis of placenta previa. I'm hoping that it has corrected itself over the last two weeks, but if it hasn't at least I'm informed enough about it now that I'll ask the appropriate questions. Rave: I discovered a Five Guys not too far from my hospital...looks like I know where we're stopping for lunch.
Rave: I was scheduled to have two interviews at a company tomorrow (two positions open) and one got moved to this afternoon. I know I did screw one thing up well but I was fine otherwise and was asked to come back in for a second interview. I have a much better idea of what to expect tomorrow too. Fuck yes. Rave: Packing for the Boundary Waters. Just packing alone is a rave.
Rant A girl I really liked told me last week that she just can't have anything serious right now, with the subtext indicating that she can't have anything serious with me. Rant? She started writing me again 2 days later. I had a cold this weekend and she offered to bring me medicine and take care of me and so on, and she wrote me some strange things, which sounded like she does still want me somehow. Didn't really know what to make of it. Rant Went to the movies today. I got the tickets earlier, but bought one less than we needed, so I gave my ticket to my friends and bought myself a new one. I made a mistake so I'm the one who's taking the seat somewhere else, no big deal. My seat was right next to her. I mean, I knew she'd be there, but what are the fucking chances? Rave The Lincoln Lawyer. I know it's been out in the US for some time, but not in Germany.
RANT: My best friend is in town. I was hanging out with him, and he mentioned very casually that he's been slacking off on prepping for his upcoming internship because he didn't plan on being alive at this point. Turns out he just got on antidepressants because he got to the point where he had picked out the spot in his parking garage from where he was going to jump. He had been so stressed that he couldn't concentrate on coursework or sleep less than half a day at a time. This just all around sucks. I've gone this guy the better part of a decade, and he's always been upbeat, outgoing, and successful. Knowing that he's that stressed and depressed is a big shock, and I really feel for him. As selfish as this sounds, I'm also pissed he didn't so much as call me. That's what friends are for, right? To have your back and threaten to kick your ass if you off yourself - seriously, though, it sucks knowing that someone feels that alone and helpless that they can't even reach out to their friends, or even wondering if you're just a shitty friend.
You can't get Canada riled up about much, but god damn, when one of our cities drops it in game 7 of the Stanley Cup final we get fucking pissed. I'm a Devils fan so I didn't really care either way, but that's hilarious.
Rant: Congratulations Boston!! The average Bruins fan's 1.5 long years of suffering has finally come to an end!!!
Rave: There is an American Folk music special on PBS tonight. My wife can't believe that I can sing every song sung by the people on TV in black and white recorded in the 1950s.
RANT: The Boston Bruins. RANT: Really, we're going to light cop cars on fire and riot? Light Tim Thomas on fire, sure, but what did the cops have to do with this? RAVE: I was in Vancouver for games 1-4. Really cool to be there for the first couple wins, not that bad for the first couple losses. Vancouver looks dangerous and embarrassing right now.
Rave: Alcohol: the cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems Spoiler After what was essentially a 12 hour work day yesterday, I went to the liquor store to grab some beer before Game 7 (awesome, by the way). The guy who owns the store lives in my building, so I always shoot the shit with him for a little bit while I'm there. As we talked, he mentioned this site, patch.com, and if I'd heard of it. He described it as being like a one-stop shop for community news/businesses/entertainment/etc and that he was in the process of putting his store profile up on it when I walked in. I tell him that I'll check it out and give him a good review. So I get home and start messing around on the site and it's actually a pretty neat thing. I discovered a few businesses in my area I knew nothing about, as well as some local news I hadn't heard yet. I also noticed that there's a job listings category. My girlfriend has been trying to apply for a new teaching job forever--which has proven really difficult--so I tell her to take a look. 10 minutes later, she's discovered a totally new resource with a ton of listings she's never seen before and ended up applying for 4 or 5 positions, all in different districts. When she was done and expressing her gratitude, I told her, "Don't ever tell me I go to the liquor store too much ever again. Without it, you'd never have found this stuff." She agreed. Rave: Funny drunk story for those interested. Spoiler This past weekend, I was up in VT for a friend's birthday. On Saturday night, the house was filled with people and loud music and everyone was having a good time--except one guy. He showed up earlier than anyone else and incredibly drunk already--to the point where he didn't really talk much and just sort of crookedly smiled at other conversations he was listening to. My buddy vetted the guy before I could even ask if he was just some sketchy dude who wandered in and said that "sometimes he gets like this." Fast forward maybe 3 hours--we're all in the kitchen and this guy is standing/leaning up against the counter, chin stabbing at his sternum, limp body draped over his spine. I'm not sure how it's physically possible that he's still vertical. Then, as we all expected, he starts to go. It happens slowly at first, as his shirt begins to slip on the smooth granite edge of the counter and he doesn't quite realize it yet. After he slides about a foot, it finally dawns on him that something is wrong and it's time to react with his cat-like reflexes (if, unlike Iwantsomejuice's cat, he was a cat with feline AIDS). His body is now leaning at about 60º so he tries to catch up by shuffling his feet underneath him, which only results in him running faster along the edge of the counter at an angle. He's picking up speed, and the counter is getting shorter. As he reaches the end, and just before rocketing off into a table, a guy runs over and catches him right before he demolishes his face. He then brings the limp man over to a sofa in the middle of the living room and lays him down. Crisis averted (Sidenote: This happened in a span of about 5 seconds and we were on the other side of the large kitchen, so we couldn't grab him. We weren't just watching and waiting to see how badly he'd hurt himself). Later on, still on the sofa, drunkguy decides it's time to sit up and interact, but finds that to be problematic, and instead throws up on a sofa cushion he had placed on his lap for some reason. Not wanting to be a rude guest, he brings the sofa cushion into the kitchen, and places it in the sink for washing. He extends the faucet handle, adjusts the spray, and starts cleaning the cushion like a cookie sheet. We're all dying, and my friend runs over to stop him. Having convinced him that the sink is not the place for the sofa cushion, he leaves to go get more paper towels to properly clean (and now dry) the mess. When he returns, he sees us all laughing way harder then before, and walks into the kitchen. The cushion is now hanging out of the dishwasher, and drunkguy is back on the couch, sound asleep and harmless for the time being.
Rave: Obligatory Bruins rave. Great for Tim Thomas, happy he's finally getting some of the credit he's deserved for a long time. Rant: Thomas really should have been a finalist for the Hart trophy. Rave: Found a boat Rant: No time to go see it. Toronto for a week or so and then off to Ireland.