Minor Rant: Looking forward to when TiB posters stop tagging all their posts with #firstworldproblems.
Rant: So Ryan Dunn died. RIP, man. Got a lot of laughs from watching that silly shit he did over the years.
Rant: Dropped a heavy box on my leg at work and it went right over my deeply sunburned skin and took a good deal of skin with it. Holy (gasp) shit that woke me up. Now I get to bike to class with a gauze wrap over it. Wheee!
Rave Should finally have internet in my new place by the end of the week. No more phone surfing for me. Rant Job hunting, again. Not very fun to begin with, but got offered an offensively low amount to help out at a flight school doing maintenance on the planes. I'm a licensed mechanic. My last job was $18/hr, and that was low compared to industry standards. I was offered $12/hr, and only one day every one or two weeks. Hmm, keep looking? I'm interested to see how they react to my counter offer.
Rant Why the fuck can't I find skilled people to hire? I own a contract manufacturing, job shop in Connecticut - our unemployment rate in this state is over 9% and I can't find skilled help! I need progressive toolmakers, eyelet toolmakers and quality techs for a couple of new, very big projects and I can't find anyone! I have run newspaper ads, craigslist ads and contacted staffing agencies - all to know avail. We suffered through the recession and are still standing - now I need to hire people and I can't. WTF!!
Dear Men: Nothing will make your normally sane, cool, relaxed, no-pressure girlfriend freak out like you shutting down, closing off communication other than a couple of grunts here and there, and being generally uncharacteristically introverted. You can scream it from the rooftops that it's not about us, but all our minds can process is that I did something wrong and it needs to be fixed right the fuck now. You see, for us, when your attention cools, that seems to be the prelude to all sorts of bad things. If you're the type of person to shut down and stew internally, please give us warning. Otherwise, it happens, then we get stupid, then you look at us like we're retarded, but we didn't want to take anything for granted and assume that everything was dandy, except for whatever's bothering you, so we have to ask you if you're okay, are you sure you're okay, you're really okay? So please, if the stress of the day is too much, LET US KNOW BEFORE HAND. Then we won't start speaking with our irrational vaginas. Love, Me
Rant: My sister had to have her dog unexpectedly euthanized at the vet today. Apparently Abbey's kidneys were shutting down and she made the decision to have it done then instead of taking her home to have the kids freak out. It makes me so sad. Abbey was the sweetest, kindest, smartest doggie I've ever met. She was only 5 years old.
Rave: This just showed up on my work computer. This screen is seen by everyone on the rig, plus the home offices in Houston. I thought it was fucking funny, but somone is going to get REAMED for this. Spoilered for size. Spoiler
Rave: Started off very productive today until... Rant/Rave: Hoarders marathon on A&E, peace out ambition, hello couch.
Rant Home early, because the friend that pushed us to go out with her today is now sick and we had to leave Rave Ju-Jutsu training tomorrow. Wasn't there for 2 weeks, but now I'm good again. I'm so looking forward to this. Rant/Rave I'm breaking off contact with the girl that first told me she couldn't have something serious right now and just doesn't have enough feelings for me and then started writing me ambiguos stuff and strange hints. I don't want this on-off shit. Saturday I gave in and drunk-texted her. This is not good for me, and it made me feel bad the whole week.
RAVE: Egg omelette with turkey bacon, hollandaise, and mozzarella cheese, cooked in butter and grease from said turkey bacon. Fairly healthy and absolutely delicious? Fuck yes.
RANT: FUCKKKKKK. I just accidently deleted about 10 important emails by mistake from my blackberry. For some reason my hotmail account decided to send all the emails from my inbox to my blackberry, so I was on delete mode to get them off my phone. But instead of clicking the "delete on handheld" box, I clicked on the "delete on handheld and mailbox" box. One of those email contained nudie pics a girl sent me last year. FUCK.
Mega Fucking Rant: (long) My roommate and I are pretty close to throwing down. Well, at least my roommate is. I'm just sick of the drama. On Thursday, my master sergeant declared that he was unsatisfied with the room inspection results, and that he was going to personally check our rooms on Friday. I told my roommate this, and he said "Whatever man, it's your master sergeant, he's checking your shit. Not mine. It's not field day, I don't care." I reiterated the fact that a fucking master sergeant said this, and he told me to fuck off. This guy tends to say a lot of shit that he doesn't mean, so I left him alone, assuming that he would eventually see sense and clean his stuff up. That night, he came back at 1:00 in the morning and copped attitude at me because I asked him to be quiet. So I go to work, and around noon my master sergeant calls me into his office. MSgt: Your room was fucking disgusting. What the hell? Me: What was wrong with it? MSgt: Let's see... there was a nasty-looking skillet, a rice-cooker with a bunch of rice still in it, dirty laundry everywhere, and A FUCKING TUB OF TOENAIL CLIPPINGS. You running a pedicure service or something? Me: That wasn't me, master sergeant. MSgt: Oh, I know. Your side was fine. But you should have told your roommate I was coming through. Me: Well, I did... MSgt: Oh, so what did he say? Fuck. There's a huge stigma against throwing a fellow Marine under the bus, especially if it's your roommate. But it slipped out, so I had to follow through. I told him what he said. "Oh REALLY? Well, I happen to know his master sergeant pretty well..." (picks up the phone) So I walk back to the barracks after I get off work and my roommate tries to pick a fight with me. I try to explain what I said, he calls me a liar and rants about how I fucked him over and how he thought we were friends and all sorts of shit. I walk out to avoid burying my fist in his skull. So - Field Day again today. Master sergeant comes again to oversee field day. I tell my roommate that he's coming through and to get his shit squared away. "Fuck you, why the fuck are you even talking to me. Fucking bitch." At this point, I'm at a loss. I don't want to fight him; he's getting kicked out anyway, so he has nothing to lose. I'll lose my rank if I fight him. If I tell my superiors, he'll get in more trouble, have even less to lose, and decide that it's worth punching me in the face. If I just ignore it, I have to spend the next three months living with constant hostility, day in and day out. Fuck.
Rave Had a rare sober weekend for once, it was actually enjoyable. I might do it more often. Rave That will all change this coming weekend though. Flying to Rapid City for an Air Force buddy's wedding on Friday...shit will more than likely get a little crazy. Rave Kenny Chesney concert on Thursday Rant RIP Ryan Dunn....you will be missed.
Rave: Wife's surgery went well, and she is back home and recovering. All told, we were at the hospital for about 9 hours, so nothing overly long. The proceedure wasn't too invasive or major, but still annoying for her. She had a deviated septum corrected, and had her sinuses cleaned out and they used some kind of radio waves to reduce the size of her sinuses, which were really swollen from repeated infections. Family Rant (kind of long and silly) follows: Spoiler Rant: Mother-in-law of course had to start some shit before the surgery. Long story short-ish, we were scheduled at 1:00 for it to start. Nurse came in and said the doctor called and said he was running late after another surgery went long, so we wouldn't get in until 2:00. Mother-in-law gets pissed and says the surgeon just "wanted a long, 2 hour lunch," and that she has "seen this all the time." My wife asks if she goes to long lunches with a lot of doctors, and is starting to get annoyed, as she realizes a one hour delay isn't that bad, and that the doctor is genuinely busy (side note: my wife is a pharmacist and knows the doctor well, as she fills a lot of prescriptions from him, and she knows he has a large, and very, very busy practice). The next question my mother-in-law asks is if my wife is on her period. My wife says "seriously, that is a really personal question, my husband is right there, and no." My mother-in-law gets all defensive and starts mumbling (passive-aggressively loud enough to hear, but like she is talking to herself) "well, I just fight for you all the time, and I guess you don't want to fight for yourself, and I'm just trying to take care of you..." typical guilt-trip bullshit. My wife gets fucking pissed and starts saying "excuse me? No, go ahead, repeat that louder and not under your breath..." My mother-in-law is silent the rest of the time we're together, until the doctor shows up (1:50, to answer questions before surgery, meaning he is there when he said he would be earlier), then she and I go to the waiting room, and she gets all snippy again about how my wife doesn't appreciate her and she is always snapping at her. I had to remind her that her daughter was just about to go under the knife, and go under anesthesia for the first time in her life, she was probably nervous, and she didn't need the guilt trip or sillyness. Mother-in-law is pretty much quiet the rest of the time, doesn't start any more shit, but also says "well, I was going to come over to help you at home, but I better not, I'll just make her mad." Fuck, passive-aggressive bullshit is pissing me off, but I can't say anything. As much as she pisses off my wife, I have been explicitly told by my wife to bite my tongue around my mother-in-law and not call her on her bullshit. As much as I hate the MiL's shit, I respect my wife's wishes. Rant: Wife is still bleeding quite a bit, and has had ice on her face to stop the bleeding. When iced, no bleeding. After the ice is removed for about an hour, it starts up again. They said this was normal, but it still sucks for her. Not sure how she is going to sleep tonight. Strange part is she didn't bleed at all after the surgery or while at the hospital, but as soon as we got home it started. Rave: Pain meds have made her pain all but gone, and made her super laid back and easy to take care of.
Rant: This is kind of personal, but I need to vent somewhere about it to help me wanting to get better... In the last several months leading up to my surgery, I have been in a signicant amount of pain. My doc was helpful to prescribe me Percocet. Initially, this was awesome. Until I started building a tolerance, that is. I was having to take several at once for a real effect. Now that my pain is reduced, I wanted to start weaning myself off of them, I assume my docwon't be giving them to me forever. Well, I think I made too abrupt a cut. I am literally going through some wicked withdrawals here- sweats, moody and emotional and, worst of all, I am going to claw my skin off. My blood is itching me from the inside out. This only makes my mood better. I know that I should take these signs into consideration as far as weaning more gradually, but the initial realization that I'm hooked freaked me outand I got rid of them. I will get through this cold turkey. It's not like I've been snorting and/or mainlining them, I will feel better in a day or two...I will just suffer my way through it...
Rant: I somehow managed to leave my BlackBerry at home today. I never do that and I'm pissed off that I don't get to spend an extra 5 or 10 minutes playing Texas hold 'em on the shitter this morning.
Rave: My father in law just got a kidney. It sucks because this means that someone died, but he just got another 10+ years on his life.
RANT: Hurt my back hanging laundry. RANT: Had to wash dishes hunched over against the sink so I didn't fall over. RANT: Had to take out the garbage too, since the removal crew stop by on Wednesday mornings. Did I mention I'm in a second floor apartment and the garbage deposit room is on the other side of the building on the ground floor? Fun times. I must've looked like a crippled hunchback doing the "Walk Of Shame". RAVE: Not taking pain pills for it. I almost always gag trying to swallow pills, even with water. RAVE: BlackBerry - surf the web from bed. Nice.