Rave: Had a second stage interview with an amazing company on Tuesday. This is a job which requires a lot of travel and would be perfect for my career. Rant: I can't help but think I didn't get it. I really need to get out of where I currently work as it's driving me insane.
Rant: Stupid. Fucking. People. A friend posted a Facebook message about how Facebook is going to start charging its members soon and you have to repost the message if you want your account to remain free. Shit like this is almost worse than the people (like Dad's wife) who constantly forward e-mails claiming that your e-mail account is about to be deactivated if you don't forward said e-mails to X number of people. My comment: Posts like this make my head hurt. Her response: I know what you mean My second comment: No. No, I don't think that you do. Her second response: lol I mean... I really have nothing to add to this.
RAVE: The boyfriend spent two hours on the phone with our service providers and managed to cut our cable and internet bill by $50/month. Ho-lee-shit. There be blowjobs in this boy's future. Many many blowjobs.
Rant: Still having annoying troubles finding somewhat cheap places to live in Brooklyn. I posted this in the Help thread, but if anyone has any advice or anything they could help me out with, that'd be wonderful.
Rave: Found some guys to teach me Parkour RAVE: There is a MovNat seminar in Montreal this September Rant: It's 480$
Rant: I call Comcast every six months to ask for new promotions that will reduce my bill once the old ones I got before have expired. Just a couple weeks ago, I shaved (I think) $55 off our monthly bill. Not once have I ever been blown for this. In fact, the girlfriend is still pissed that we pay as much as we do. Thankless, I tell you.
Rave: I'm better. Rant: The Guy is sick. I hate when he's sick. I just want to rub his back and bring him pedialyte. Rave: Just scored the bag I've been wanting forever for a great price. Little shit makes me happy. Rant: Had a dream I was pregnant this morning. A friend and I have a blood oath to push one another down the stairs if this happens. I may take a tumble later this week. Just in case.
Rant: These new wheels are getting expensive. After I bought the wheels themselves, I still have to pay for the tires and the new lugs. Jebus...
Rant: Will the Casey Anthony thread/media circus die already? I'm so sick of hearing about it. That little girl is gone, and none of this shit is bringing her back and putting her into the hands of a relatively normal, loving family.
I'm not sure which this is. I'm going to go with both. The week before last a package was delivered to the office. The sticker from USPS stated that the address it had been sent to did not exist. Now this office is far bigger than my last with 3 agents, an Office Manager, the downstairs is rented out to one and the completely finished garage has yet another. It took about 9 days for the package to circulate across everyone's desk only to go unclaimed. Finally last week one of the people here got tired of it and decided it needed to be opened to try to figure out where/who it belonged to. The lady that opened it is older and her son is a cop with the local PD. Anyway, she opened it when I was standing at her desk. First thing odd was that it was a prepaid USPS box (like the size you'd mail a VHS tape in) yet the package had been wrapped with brown butcher paper. Next out was a plastic grocery bag, inside that was something that was wrapped in 4 produce bags. Inside the four of them was something vacuum packed and inside you could tell it was a folded baggy. I'm sure you can all guess what was in the package. The lady looked at me, I looked at her blinking and mouth hanging open. She asked if that was what she thought it was, I nodded. Before we knew it the entire staff was gathered around her desk. One even said "Oh let me see it!!!! I've never seen it!!" We all pawed it, oooing and awwing. Here comes the rant, then we called the cops. The cops said it's happening more and more. The shit is shipped off with a decoy return address, normally an empty house or office such as this. The kicker? It looked to be about an ounce....and it looked good. Oh to be young again.
Rave: Found a great job opening that I am actually semi-qualified for that pays amazingly well compared to my current gig. I even feel like I could do the job well and might even enjoy the work itself. Rant: I'm sure every English major across the country is applying. Or at least all of us who decided law school was a bad move. Rant: They want to see my college transcripts. My GPA is pretty low in itself (3.2) but the real killer is that it wasn't just straight B's thrown in a couple A's. There are random F's, Incompletes, and Withdrawals strewn throughout. I wouldn't even pull my own application out of the pile with shit like that. Blowing off Contemporary American Poetry is a bad move in hindsight. MegaRant: Another night of contemplating my failures as a person over the last 7 years.
RANT I had a late dinner last night, and decided to wash it down with a Surly Coffee Bender. Usually caffeine has a marginal effect upon me, but I couldn't sleep at all last night. So today I've been slamming down the Red Bull, depth-charges, and chewing nicotine gum to keep from falling asleep and drooling on my keyboard. RAVE I have a job! I really enjoy it, and it leaves me with enough money to be able to enjoy a Surly with my winner winner chicken dinner. Unemployment SUCKED last year, but it's making me appreciate this all that much more.
And here we have another edition of PS relates bullshit to med school. Rant: A decidedly thin letter from my graduate school arrived at home today. Rave: Which I managed to pick up. Rant: In it, it details that I've been kicked out of the graduate school for not maintaining the minimum GPA. Well, it turns out that it's not my fuck-up; it's someone else's. Someone didn't process the grade on the seminar course I took in the fall quarter. Turns out if there is no grade for 2 quarters, it turns into an auto-F. A big fat goose-egg does wonders for a borderline GPA. Rave: It doesn't matter, because I'm already in med school, bitches. Hope: This doesn't come back to bite me in the ass for residency.
Rant: This happened during the hailstorm we had earlier today. Instead of continuing .2 miles up the road to home, I had to take a 6 mile detour "around the block" and come down the road the opposite way. Then I had to explain to the firefighters at the top of the road that I did indeed live down the road and that the downed tree was after my house in order to get them to let me through. #firstworldproblems Rave: Didn't lose power until they turned it off to do linework. That section of my road was closed for a few hours and I didn't have to hear the kids in their riced out civics flying up and down the road!
RAVE: After three torturous weeks of unemployment, I'm getting overtime my first week. Can't argue with that. RANT: I really want to quit smoking. Except I don't. Fuck.
Rave: Just took delivery of three 55" Samsung LED 3D 200mhz smart tvs! Rant: They're for work and I can't take them home. Rave: I have weekend access to the office Rant: Still can't take them home. Stupid ethics.
RANT: With all the different technologies that exist, you'd think that my sisters would actually use one of the mediums to let me know that they're coming for a visit this weekend. It really pisses me off that they are constantly in touch with each other and my parents but never actually consult me on, well, anything. One lives four hours south and the other three hours north of my hometown...I guess they figure since I'm still in my hometown that my parents will just relay the info? I talked to my mom about it and she said, "well, they know you're busy doing things. If you're not available then you're not available." What the fuck is that? She might have well have said, "well, you're pretty much irrelevant since you're not married with kids so it doesn't really matter if you're there or not." I can only count on Christmas to have both my sisters and all my nieces and nephews in the same house so when the opportunity arises to have everyone together, it's a pretty special and rare occasion--I work my schedule to make sure I'm home every moment. This time around was totally spontaneous, but they made sure my mom was off work but never asked me if I was around. Hell, I didn't even know they were coming tomorrow until today. I'm just so fucking sick of being left out and treated like an afterthought just because I live a different lifestyle than they do. And I'm so damn sad that if I bring it up that I'm just being a baby--I'm never taken seriously. At some point I hope they realize that I'm in my 30s and teach college and not still in a stroller...shit at this point, I just hope they realize that they have another sister.