Rant: Girl expresses interest, I respond in kind. Girl invites me to party, strongly implies that the afterparty will involve sex. Girl then doesn't show up, as she decided instead to beg her ex to take her back. All of the other girls at the party are taken. Sweet. Bad luck. One of these days... I'm viewing it as akin to a soccer game. Most of the game is setting up position and getting into opportune situations. As long as you can do that, sooner or later you'll score. Hit the crossbar this time. Rave: College students suck at pool. Even drunk, I slaughtered all of them with ease. Defeating a bunch of bros is an excellent way to blow off frustration.
Rave Couch was successfully moved Rant It was as difficult to move as I imagined it would be. At one point I was nearly convinced it was stuck in the stairwell and would not move. Then once we got it to the floor we had trouble getting it in the door. I briefly considered leaving it in the hallway for the animals. My back hurts and my forearms have no strength left. Rave But as least I got that dam thing up there.
Rant: I'm a fucking idiot. I spent all morning sanding the headlights on my M5 (they were pretty rough), but the sanding was going, um, strangely. Nothing would get even, and it was almost like there was something covering them... like... ...a film. Fuck. Previously owner had (wisely) put a clearbra on the headlights. Nowhere else on the car, mind you, but just the headlights. Which I had been sanding. I pulled off the film and, wouldn't you know, the headlights were still perfect. A little Goo-Gone and a quick polish and they look great. The rant is for me wasting three hours trying to figure out what the fuck I was doing wrong. Nothing, it turns out, except for being a fucking dolt.
RAVE: Looks like I found my new go-to bar. Three beers, two complex cocktails (for my girl) and an awesome hash brown-bacon-mozzarella dish for $24. $2 got me six songs on the juke box. And not even a half mile walk from my apartment. Can't believe I've never stopped in before.
RAVE: Made some great chili. Hot, but great flavor with some garlic mixed in. RANT: It was hotter going out.
Rant: Got up bright and early to go have breakfast with my sister and nephews who are visiting from Philly this weekend... Only to have my fucking car not start. Battery is fine, the starter goes, but the fucking engine won't turn over. So, instead of having breakfast, I'm waiting for roadside assistance to come tow my car so that I can go get bent over at the auto garage. Fuck.
RANT: Over the past three years, my former Catholic school has let go of twelve teachers and has cut back seven other teachers to hours that are so few that it costs more for the teachers to get there than they're getting paid. And the twelve fired teachers can't collect unemployment because the school doesn't have to pay into it. Nice. Couple that with the fact that the diocese is getting sued by molested boys, causing it to declare bankruptcy. The bankruptcy includes teachers' pensions, so the teachers who are left, who have been there forever, now have no retirement funding. Imagine working all your life and dedicating yourself to one place, believing that you'll be taken care of when you're retired, and poof! all gone. They won't even hire a lawyer to represent the teachers in the bankruptcy suit. And I thought all of the above was pretty bad...until this morning. I just found out that the diocese purchased a $500,000 brand new organ (insert "playing the organ" jokes here) for our school's church. FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR AN ORGAN! They are firing teachers left and right because they can't afford their salaries or pensions but they can find the money for a fucking ORGAN?!?! You've got to be joking. I am furiously stunned. They've totally fucked with over 40 peoples' lives and yet they selfishly adorn the church with something completely unnecessary. How Christian of them. Jesus would be proud. RAVE: I don't work there anymore (or mongo would go smash smash to the organ). I'm celebrating with grapefruit crushes at brunch. Phew--dodged that bullet.
Rant: Annnnd, I just got taken to the fucking cleaners for a grand total of $1,075 dollars. Fuel pump shit the bed. Jesus, I need a new car.
Rave: I have no idea how to tell this story, so I'll jump to the conclusion. After full disclosure from both sides, Jail Boy and I are gonna try and work it out. He apologised for telling me to get the hell out of his life because I was nothing but a cheater, I admitted to Friday night's failed date attempt, we both displayed a shocking amount of empathy for the other's feelings and motivations, and here's hoping that continues going forward. Commence your mockery, TiB!
Ravt: I am at London (Ontario) airport, waiting in line to pass through security. In front of me is a guy, in his late 30s, obviously from North America (speaks English as his first language, tanned, ex-frat-boy looking), in front of me. He turns to me, sees the boarding card in my hand, and we have this conversation: Guy: Where do you get the tickets? Me: [stunned silence]...What? Guy: Where did you get those tickets? Me: ...The ticket to board the plane? Guy: Yeah. Me: Uh, you have to check in at the front desk and get a boarding pass. And he ran off out of the secure area, presumably to "get tickets." Jesus, people amaze me. Ravt #2: Men. My god, some men. I always get a window seat, and I try to get on the plane first so that my luggage stays close to me. So, I'm seated, reading. A guy has the middle seat and he squeezes into it. He's not bad looking. The body type I like, but otherwise unremarkable. Nothing that would normally turn my head. But ho-LEE-SHIT, that man must have been pumping out pheromones or something, because whatever he was cranking out I was picking up. I spent a two hour flight in a state of hyper arousal, aware of every single time his leg brushed mine or his shoulder rested against my arm. I always wonder if men can pick up on this. I assume the answer is "no," that this guy had not the slightest idea. A good sign a girl (that you do not know) is into you, guys? When your arm touches hers and she doesn't move away. Ever met someone who just smelled right? It must be hormonal. EDIT: Thank you everybody for your concerns and kind words. My dad, unfortunately, is not better. Nor is he diagnosed. Hopefully we can find out what is wrong, but I'm worried.
Rant: - spoilered for #firstworldproblems and #nerdrage Spoiler So by 'Next Day Support', what you actually mean is 3 days later, we'll give you a 2 hour window between 11 am and 1 pm, and require that you be available with 10 minutes notice during that window, and insist that despite the fact that you had no missed calls and no voice mail from us, but received calls and voice mail from other people, that we called you on Friday and left you voice mail to try and arrange this then. And insist that the fact that we wrote down that we called you makes it so, despite all other evidence to the contrary. I understand fucking around consumers - they're worth under $10k profit over a lifetime. But fucking over a business that put a quarter million dollars through this quarter? And fucking over the people you know are enterprise systems administrators who make the primary purchasing recommendations for businesses with 1000+ seats and large server infrastructure? That's fucking retarded. Dear Dell, Go fuck yourself. I will argue against buying from you with every fiber of my being for the rest of time.
Rave The ex girlfriend called me Friday so I could pick up some clothes and a book I left at her house( yes, it was my signed copy of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell). Things were awkward as hell of course, but we are still on speaking terms and it looks like we will end up being friends. I apologized for my mistakes, and she said I can call her whenever I need to talk. Felt better....a weight has definetely been lifted off my shoulders. Rant/Rave Saw the doctor about my anxiety/panic attack issues. Starting the meds this week (Celexa and Ativan). Follow up in a month. I told him I wanted to talk with the psychiatry department but he doesn't think I'm in need of that yet, and warned me that it takes months to get an appointment. Fuck that, I am not delaying getting the help I should be receiving. Rant Lost 10 pounds since I've been back to work...need to start gaining some back. Rave Droid 3
Rave: what a weekend. Fantastic dinner out on Friday night, an unusual hazelnut risotto. Really tasty, and enjoyed with an exquisite bottle of wine. Followed this up with mass cocktails (housemate and I racked up an $800 tab between us at $18/cocktail), then back to mine for mushrooms. Joined by a new friend and her other friend, both of whom were extremely good fun, intelligent, and remarkably good looking. Sadly neither were single, but you can't have everything. It was the friend's first time with mushrooms and she had an absolute ball, just constantly amazed at how pretty everything was. We kept going straight through to a party for a friend on Saturday night where I made an impressive 0 cups in beer pong and attempted to flirt with limited success. Apparently not sleeping and drinking straight bourbon for 24 hours isn't conducive to glib wit. Who knew? Headed back to mine, was joined by a different set of friends, then headed out to a club. Music was terrible, so we wandered the streets being entertained by the teeming throng of humanity, blasted out of our gourds. I'd forgotten how entertaining it is to watch drunken kids make fools of themselves. Rant: 0 hours of sleep between 7am Friday and 10pm Sunday, and 0 meals after dinner Friday. Oh Mondays, my old enemy, we meet again.
Rant: Fuck. The girlfriend is in the country on an employment visa. She just got fired from the company that was supposed to be organizing her permanent residency. No details but sounds bad. Fuck. I really fucking like this girl.
Oh man. Please enjoy my humiliation for your amusement. On FB just now: Me: Hi! How was the rest of Mel's party? Girl:really really good. loved it. howd the rest of ur night go??? Me: Very messy, but lots of fun. I was sorry I couldn't stay longer at Mel's, bad timing. Drinks this weekend? Girl: well im busy sat night but could possibly do fri night? least ur not 2 far away so can always get a taxi home. is Mel n Lynne free? im pretty sure i am but might havta get back 2 ya Subtle like a brick. Ahh well.
RAVE: Not putting all your eggs in one basket. Max out your Tax Free Savings and RRSPs every year kids. And make sure your benefit plan is a Defined Contribution plan (opposed to the Direct Benefit plan), or else you're going to get fucked in the ass too.
Rant: I think my mom reads my website. If she's reading it that means other family members read it. If you read my site you know why this is a problem. I feel all kinds of violated right now. That site is my thing, it's where I can vent. I don't know what to do.
RANT: It's Monday. RANT: I'm working today and I normally don't work Mondays. RAVE: I'll have another day off this week.