I fucking hate my job. HATE it. In an 8.5 hour day, I have approximately 2 hours of actual work to do, the rest of the time is spent trying to find something else. And that 2 hours of work could be done by a monkey. Being underemployed sucks ass.
Rant: I'm kind of on the other side of this. I have more than enough work to do and my manager (who is a jackass) is continually volunteering me for new tasks without consulting me first. I'm all for being a team player, but this bullshit is starting to get to me. I've just entered my third year as a contract employee and so far, I've received one insignificant raise. That's it. As I put the finishing touches on my résumé, I'm open to suggestions regarding which companies to apply for employment with. My current position is something of a mailroom/office bitch.
Picked my car up from the dealership today. I'm not sure it's fixed. Rahhhh. It's 107 outside. I NEED AIR CONDITIONING IN MY CAR. Rave: The Guy is being super sweet. And, this weekend we're having a kick ass cookout.
Rant: I ordered 3 month living expenses of currency from my bank to make sure that on arrival we could open a bank account with a nice number in it for showing when we get an apartment. The currency over there comes in these bills 50 (think a 5 dollar bill) 100 (think a 10 dollar bill) 500 (you get the idea) 1000 I ordered large bills. I figured I would get maybe 40-50 bills max, mostly 1000s and 500s. Something I can put in a wallet without much problem. Well, I guess they thought that 50s and 100s were large bills. I am sitting here with money for months of living in the equivalent of 5s and tens. Now I have to deal with moving a huge stack safely.
Rant: Searching for housing in DC is fucking ridiculous and awful. It literally has sucked all of the life out of me. I was going to post an interesting story about it, but I'm just too damn fed up to talk about it anymore. In essence, I went to an open house Sunday and 70 motherfucking people showed up within the first half an hour. Needless to say, our applications were passed over despite my group being the first to get in their applications. I hate everything. Rant: #FirstWorldProblems? Eh, whatever. Fuck it.
Rave: I think I am going to try and sponsor my beard for charity. At least that way, not shaving can help other people.
RANT: Is it me, or is it not strange that none of my local authorities think a starving pit bull, abandoned by my low-life, scumbag, finally evicted, neighbors, roaming the neighborhood in search of food is in anyway an emergency; this in a neighborhood teeming with mostly kids ages 10-3? I don't know, seems like you'd wanna get down here before he, I don't know... mauls a child to death? I would take it in myself, but it's a pit bull and I have a 7 year old who would make a good snack. I also have two dogs of my own and who knows what diseases this thing has. It's in bad shape, and has not been cared for or fed well. It's ribs are very prominent in that starving dog kind of way. Par for the course. They had to engage in that one last act of stupidity before finally going away. RANT: People think I threw away a three-some, but they don't know that first of all, she's waaaayyy too stupid to be able to handle that kind of thing, second, she's not only nearly Forrest Gump stupid, she's ugly, third, my wife would never agree to one.
RANT: I'm going to go nuts. The financial side of unemployment sucks, but if this keeps up another week, I'll off myself to get away from the boredom. RAVE: Interview tomorrow, and returning a call to set up another interview (I had to miss the phone call by 30 seconds). FURTHER RAVE: Typed a very, very long, detailed and professionally written account of the events surrounding my termination. Human Resources was asking me to call the next day to discuss it. Haven't been able to get in touch yet, but I'm glad they at least appear to give a shit. I don't want that Godawful job back, but if the asshole who planned it out* loses his position, I'll be happy. *I know we've all heard many stories from people who lost their job and think the world was out to get them. This isn't one of those. There are so many underhanded actions in the open, along with facts that simply don't add up on the level, that this couldn't have not been planned out.
Rave: Awesome Fourth of July weekend coming up. I'm so stoked. It's gonna be awesome with great food and great people. WTF: I just spent over $1,000 on books for the fall semester. I bought as many used as possible, opted for free shipping (read: about 452 business days), and all of them are required. I guess the bright side is that I know professionals who still use some textbooks as references. I hope I'm using these 10 years from now. Out of school.
RAVE: Advanced track day tomorrow. Get to go teach some wannabes how to be race car drivers at the local track. This usually involves Porsches, Ferraris, and other fun go-fast machines. RANT: It's supposed to be pissing down rain. Not good. The only thing scarier than driving fast in the rain is being a passenger/instructor to an amateur with little experience in the rain. Hopefully I get to sit back and play barista for the day. RAVE: My latest series of pieces-parts for my race car will be at the track waiting for me. All new CV's and carbon fibre half-shafts and boots oh my.
Rave: Pissed off my dad's girlfriend, went to a bar saw some titties and met a cute girl (blond waitress was trashed & had herself half out of her top), got 4 drinks and a blunt for $10, the car made it to 140 on the way home ( sober 2 hours later), and the blunt was actually worthwhile (not sober anyomre). ill pay for the first one but fu ck it. not a bad birthday at all.
Rave: So, Husband told me to "take a vacation with some friends" in November. (He doesn't need to tell me twice!) I think I want to do Cuba again, or maybe Dominican Republic. Rant: But now I'm researching resorts and trying to book something, and I'm so fucking frustrated. TripAdvisor is the best and worst thing on the internet, when it comes to deciding on a vacation. ?: Suggestions, anyone?
Rave: Glastonbury festival was amazing, England was a great place to go and the food was better than everyone told me. Rant: Jesus christ, 170 000 people and like 100 toilets. Fuuuck.
RAVE: Saddlebags came in Monday! RANT: One the of screws I had to take out was stripped so I had to buy a screw extractor. RAVE: Got the screw out and the fender off, now all I need is the hole saw bit to drill into the fender.
Rant: Thanks to piece of shit Union leaders, my girlfriend may lose her job this Friday. Thanks assholes, now my Christmas presents won't be as awesome as they should be.
Rave: Heading up to the Adirondacks in about 20 minutes, no phones, not internet, just booze, mountains and lakes. Rant: We always do this on the fourth of July weekend because of the extra day off, but it's always fucking packed. I'd gladly lose another vacation day or cut the trip a day short to do it on another weekend. Happy fourth of July bitches!
Rave: Had such a kickass time yesterday! Got wicked stoned and hit the rollercoasters. Walked around in my man's shorts and a bikini top, got a nice little tan. Raveier: Came home and got mauled by the man. Guess he liked my outfit on me, that and I sassed him all damn day. hehe, yeah, I am so baked.
Hey dickface - you, your wife, and your mom need to stop smoking around our kid. his respiratory system isn't equipped for this. Love, your ex-wife.
Rave reel repair side business is doing very well, getting 15-20 reels a week to work on. Rant asshole dumps 10 reels on me on monday and says he has to have them back today, I get them done and then he asked me if I would not cash his check until July 1st.