Rant: So while my coworkers are enjoying alcohol, BBQ, and video games, I'm stuck in an office 40 odd miles away waiting for a floppy disk drive that may or may not show up. In addition, a customer is not happy that it's taking so long to transfer 40 gigs of data over a single (read: slow as shit for the non-technical) T1 line. I just want today to be over.
Just more work related fucking idiot rants Rant: Please for the love of god, if you are working in this country at least be able to speak some English. I don't expect to be able to have a full conversation with you. But it would be nice if you spoke some English so i could at least help you out, or understand what you want. Rant: It scares me out that there are mechanics are there working on peoples vehicles that don't know what the basic components of a steering/suspension are called. "I want a outer tie rod end ball joint" Yes i understand that the tie rod end has a ball joint looking thing on the one end. But it is called a tie rod end, a ball joint is completely different object.
Rave: Moved to Brisbane. Don't know anyone. Rave: Alcohol. Rant: Realisation you're drinking alcohol by yourself on a Saturday night. Fuck social awkwardness. Fuck social awkwardness up its arse.
Rant: I hope the fucking cunts that used my debit card/account to buy $11,856.80 worth of shit at various Krogers in GA get cancer of the asshole and AIDS sprayed up their ass when they are raped in prison. The money was spent in 19 transactions at 5 stores in a little over an hour. So they obviously had multiple cards since some of the stores were more than an hour apart. How the fuck didn't Visa flag these purchases? Rave: Bank recognizes the charges as bogus. Rant: 7-10 days before my cash gets reimbursed. Pain in the ass since this is my most active card. Rave: Good thing they didn't use my business checking account... that would have really sucked. Rant: Haven't used my pool in a week and now I have a pink slime bloom. Shit is NASTY. Like vacuuming jellyfish up. The vac-bot gets clogged in 5 minutes, the manual pole vac in 15... the entire filter system after 30 minutes of run time. Even back washing the filter can't dislodge the slime once it's in the filter so I have to take the entire filter array apart. Not how I wanted to spend my Saturday morning.
Rant: CO called all the squadron wingers into his office to tell us what and where we'll be flying the rest of our careers. He then told the Navy kids to stay and kicked the Marines out and that he didn't have our orders and won't until Monday. Jerk. Rant: Had to observe a sim this morning. The event was a search and rescue/boat landing sim, and the other student was a Coast Guard LT who had actually done this same flight in the fleet more than a hundred times. Pointless for him to even do it today. Rave: It's still the weekend. Rant: It's skin meltingly hot out.
RANT: Everything I read says the shit is going to hit the fan because of all the bullshit that's going on in the States right now. People are predicting the intrest rates will skyrocket, others are predicting precious metals will skyrocket as well, other people are saying it won't. I don't know what to do, I hold several thousands worth of silver and silver stocks, so I don't know if I should sell now (considering on Friday the prices dropped 7.5%) or should I pour alot of my savings into silver (+$100k), and sell when the economists think silver is going to hit $90/oz? It's scary times hearing that we are on the brink of a recession that could last several decades and that we should be preparing for hyper inflation.
Rave: Hung out with BrianH and a bunch of his friends. Cool bunch of people. Rant: Working 10PM to 6AM for the next few days.
Rant: fucking 17 hour day today, due to things that don't affect me at all but had to be there for anyway. And I have to do it again tomorrow. Motherfuck I need some time to recharge after a day of this shit, it drains everything. Rant more: Because I was called on this 5 week shoot less than 24 hours before, I had no time to prepare my kit. On top of that, the equipment I was given wasn't properly thought out. Which means I have to spend money to do so. Going into this, I had enough money to last me through to the first pay day, but motherfucking airline fees to ship my equipment because the company decided that only MY SHIT was to be taken on the plane. Every single other piece of gear was shipped to the other guys, aside from their personal shit. So now after spending money on that, and the gear I need now, I'm broke. I need batteries for tomorrow, and if I buy them I have no money to eat. And I have 2 weeks until I get paid. Motherfuck.
Rant:So I agreed to spend a week at my mother's place before we move. What a fucking mistake. I have been here 24 hours, and want to fucking kill her. Spoiler First off, she is putting up a distant cousin of mine from Ireland, and her friend. These girls are 21, and my wife and I have nothing in common with them. We have to spend a week entertaining these girls. They are nice and all, but we are years older and married. They are young, and want to go on the town, I have spent the last month sorting our affairs and moving and cooking dinner for 8 people every night I just want a night off. Then I walked in on her talking to her friend: "I don't care if Jägerette's parents are happy with them moving. I am not" Way to be supportive you selfish bitch. All I have heard today was "you need to stay in contact with me. My blood pressure was high this morning" (implying she might die any second). Well of course your blood pressure is high, you were at Disneyland the other day, and you are hosting a BBQ (telling Jägerette and I what to do) for 20 something people. Then she told me "You need to stay in contact. I need you to make the decision if something happens to me". Basically guilt tripping. She has not expressed any happiness that we are going on with our lives, and taking advantage of so many opportunities. She only wants us to go to grad school if it will put us in massive debt, and put us in a position where we may need to ask her for money. She even told me that she wanted me to go to grad school here in LA and we could live with her and we would even be allowed "kitchen privileges" Then, she won't leave us alone. We are very private, and after dealing with 20 something people all day we just wanted time alone, instead there was kuhmom at every turn, sneaking in. We go to the kitchen she comes in and just stands there. We go to the front room, she comes in. Hell, J and I were sitting on my bed reading, just glad to have a moment. Then kuhmom comes and stretches out on the foot of the bed and starts chatting. Does she not get how uncomfortable and inappropriate that is? Agreeing to a whole week was a mistake. I just need to pack the car and go. I honestly can say that I could sever ties with her aside from the occasional phone call and not miss anything.
Frustration with continuous illness rants Spoiler RANT: So I've had a wonderful weekend. Spent 2.30 to 3.30AM Saturday morning having an asthma attack. It's always fun to wake up and not be able to breathe. I managed a repeat performance this morning at 1AM. FUCK YOU ASTHMA. 25 YEARS OF THIS SHIT IS ENOUGH. Next time, please just fucking kill me in my sleep. I've had enough of this bullshit. RANT: My parents, the sensitive people that they are, brought home fucking FLOWERS from their function last night. It's like they're actively trying to kill me, since pollen almost always sets off my asthma. Hey dad, why not just load the fucking 12 gauge already? Assholes.
Riddle me this: if my dogs are leashed together and one takes off running full bore, dragging the leash (and the other dog) across the back of my leg, why do I have a rope burn AND a bruise, but they are located in two different spots? That makes no sense. So, I guess RANT for a nasty rope burn (that looks worse today) and RAVE for a dog walk that lead to tired puppies. Bittersweet, I suppose.
Rant: You know how people have been bitching about the weather? Well I can tell you what entities are absolutely loving this hot, rainy, humid weather, and that's the weeds in my back yard. Holy shit. I had a weed next to my deck that was over six feet tall. I've got all sorts of shit growing around my fence, deck, and through the cracks in my sidewalk. Fucking weeds are taking over my place. But it's less than 80 degrees outside right now so I can actually stand to be outside for more than 10 minutes. It's time to take care of business.
Ravt: In response to a rep, ^that^ picture is of the back of my knee, but it is also upside down. You can see my foot in the background. But yay for some of us being able to recognize anatomy! HUGE FUCKING RAVE: I have the week after next off of work. Starting tomorrow the countdown is on. I am not flying anywhere, I am not planning anything. God willing, nothing will go wrong forcing me to retract those statements. Small Rant: Skunks. Why do my dogs like them so? That smell is impossible to get rid of.
Rant: Oh,how strange! You must have gotten confused about how much of a bitch I can be, you seem surprised. I have a damn long fuse, but when you push and push and push- something happens!! Enjoy it, you haven't seen anything yet. edited for failure to type correctly when pissed.
Rant: Spoilered for length and for being a whiny rant: Spoiler A former friend/ex-roommate is engaged to a mutual female friend. Full disclosure would be that I liked this girl too, but never made a move because I thought she had a different boyfriend. I guess I missed that memo. I suppose I am happy for them because they seem happy, but there are a lot of details in his past that make me question the girl's sanity. First, he has 4 kids from at least 3 girls that he owes at least 15k in child support for. He got arrested about 2 months ago because he was summoned to court for child support and it went to his most recent ex-wife's house and he never got it. This was a summons for a different kid, not that ex-wife's. His boss had to pay something like $3200 to get him out of jail. The girl he is engaged to got the money from his boss (former boss soon after) to get him out, so presumably she knew the whole story before becoming engaged. He talked the girl into financing a Harley Sportster in her name for him. Apparently, he soon after talked her dad into lending him the money to buy another 3 Harleys off of Craigslist so he could fix them up and flip them so he could supposedly pay his former boss off. Her dad also lent him some money to buy mechanic's tools so that he could take a job at a car dealership as a mechanic. He also owes me something like 6k to me for rent and bills that he can't pay because the state is taking half his paycheck and he is having to pay back his former boss. I'm probably going to get fucked because I don't believe that he will ever have the money to pay me back. The funniest part of that situation? That asshole gets a girl to say yes to a marriage proposal after she presumably knows all of the shit in his past. Maybe I should take lessons? Lately, I'm lucky if I get to a 3rd date. Sorry for the long whiny rant, I think I will get very drunk on inexpensive Canadian whiskey now:
Rave: Working the "Slow carb" 4 Hour Body diet/workout plan. Lost six pounds in five days so far. Rave: Cooking a lot more. Learning to make spices work for me. This may be a long term skill in relationships. Rant: I fucking miss bread and fruit. Rave: Once a week I can eat any goddamned thing I want. In fact... Rave: The 4 hour body book encouraged me to keep what I dearly want to eat as part of my measurement journal. Which means tomorrow I will have pizza, In'n'out, and Biscuits and gravy. But all that will be after... Rave: Going shooting with some guys from work tomorrow. It'll be the first time I've fired an AR-15, and I'm curious as to how similar to the M-16 it is...
Rant: Friend and her post-undergrad drama. I'm quite literally Too Old For This Shit. And, I'm done. Maybe I'm a shitty friend, but it's not my responsibility to wipe her ass or babysit her. Personal responsibility/accountability has to kick in at some point.
Rave: Finally expressed my emotions in a healthy way. By healthy I mean that a dude tried to talk down to me and I threw his drink in his face, and then threw another person's drink in his face too. He fucking sucked. Rave: My angry face got me invited onto an awesome trip. Rave: It also got my friend a new phone! Not sure how, but drunk things are the best of things.
Rant: Was moseying around the house late last night and heard some commotion in the kitchen, but chalked it up to the fridge. As it turns out, I have a motherfucking mouse in my house. It stole the straw from my Starbucks that I had left in the sink. That bitch is DEAD tonight. Rave: Finally less than one month until my fiancee finally gets here from Germany for good! Can. Not. Wait.
Rant: Fun weekend with the wife is over. I really do enjoy just spending time with her. Now it is back to my regular summer schedule of helping my parents and brothers constantly (babysitting one brother's kids, helping dad with his computer/technology issues, helping other brother with his new house, etc). Rave: in return, they're supposed to help me finish my basement this fall. Rant: They were supposed to help me in the summer, but haven't so much as glanced at things. I have little hope of things getting done this fall, unless I push them. Rant: Wife has had some minor spotting. All of her research and pregnancy books say this is normal in many women during the first trimester, and unless it comes with cramps (which it hasn't), it isn't a big deal. That said, it still makes us nervous, and her doctor doesn't even want to see her until later this month. Ugh, I know I'm being silly, and I need to relax, but I just can't.