Rave: My co-worker just told a client that it sounds like he is calling from a fish tank. It's the little things that make my day better.
Rant: Research assistants at my school are required to have insurance, and the university automatically charges us for it and requires those with their own insurance to get a waiver. This in and of itself isn't so bad, but this semester, the university forgot to inform us in any way that they've switched providers. So here it is, a week after I put in multiple calls to the Bursar's office and the graduate college, and they've finally instructed me on how to get my waiver. Oh, and it's the final payment deadline. Fuck you, bureaucracy. Rave: Starbucks will make my iced chai sans ice. This means that half my $4 drink isn't ice, and that I no longer have to risk them not understanding what "light ice" means. It makes me so happy. Super Rave: My check engine light is finally off. Since my dad and I also fixed my brakes last week (a loose fitting was allowing fluid to gush everywhere every time I braked), I no longer have a plethora of warning lights decorating my dash. Hooray!
Rave: I actually got to use "slap fighting" in a work email to describe a couple of staff members and how they chose to deal with their differences. Rant: I expect too much from 30 something professionals. Who would have thought that two fully grown adults, with no apparent mental illnesses, would get into such a fuss over moving someone's lunch to a different spot in the fridge? Apparently "Person A" whose lunch was moved claims her pudding froze because it was moved (again) to the top of the fridge and that "Person B" does it on purpose just to get a rise out of her. What's worse is she was right! That's exactly why he was doing it, he said so flat out when we spoke. I need a new job. Maybe one with working with animals or something.
RAVE: Google came to the agency office today to try and encourage all the client services people to push their clients onto Google+. I know a little about Google+ but she had a 90 minute presentation prepared. To keep people there, on top of the free food was a raffle to win a prize, a Google Nexus 7 Tablet. I sit there an hour, but being the only person at my position still using a desktop, I couldn't stay and had to return to my desk. I hand my ticket off to my trainee and say, get my tablet for me if I win. I'm not even thinking about this thing since there are atleast 50 other people there. I go back to my desk to work. 10-15 minutes later, my office IM gets blown up. "YOU GOTTA GET BACK HERE YOU WON!" My office has razor scooters laying around, because you know agencies gotta be cool, I hop on one of those speed to the other side of the office. I bullshit about what I learned earlier about Google+ as the lady asks me, mention the fact we used it with my client for our holiday planning meeting and then tell her I have an Android phone, which she loves and decides to still give it to me. I'm now the most hated person in my office. But I do have this. Spoiler
Rant: I think folks are feeding me information about what's going on in Mississippi in small doses to keep me from blowing a gasket and becoming homicidal. This is a bad plan because with every new revelation, my seething anger is getting dangerously close to the exploding point. And when I get seriously pissed off, stay the fuck out of the way of my explosion. Today I was informed my garage has been cleaned out. Over $10K in Snap-on hand tools, 2 Craftsman roll arounds full of tools, not to mention Makitas, DeWalts, a couple of chain saws and whatever else I had in there. My net loss for this fiasco is now over $30K and I can't "Prove" this person did it until my shit shows up in a pawn shop or something. Lord help them if they pawn my guns...the serial numbers are on file and if they pawn them they are then going to be facing federal charges. Never trust anyone. Ever.
Rant: Mother nature can suck a fat one. Because she decided that the cloud layer needed to be at 600 ft today, I did not get to do my gun shoot. And weather is not looking promising for tomorrow's defensive maneuvering flight... Rave: NYC on Friday. Rave: No work on Monday or Tuesday!!
Rant: Had to take a shit at Sears today and when I walked into the bathroom, a mentally retarded guy was standing there in the middle of the bathroom with his pants around his ankles just smiling. I stood there for a moment, gave an awkward half-wave, and left and went into the family-style bathroom instead. I shit, and there was no toilet paper. Thank god for paper towels I guess...
RANT: My work donated a guitar to a restaurant, to be auctioned off at a charity bartending contest. My co-worker and I also decided to go in and reserve a table for the event, for $25. I show up, and pay for the table, thinking everybody else will come in and I can just have them pay me back. Of course, nobody else shows up. It's a restaurant BESIDE OUR STORE. I even leave to walk over to the store, where everybody's closing up, to pick up some coupons I had forgotten. My co-worker assures me he'll be there. He doesn't show up. I'm more pissed that I paid for the table, even though I had the slightest feeling that I should wait for everybody else. And I know that my co-worker will never reimburse me for it. At least my money went to charity.
Rant: Is it sad that I look forward to work days as "days I can sleep in?" Teething baby means getting up earlier because she can't quite make it through the night anymore. Two steps forward, one step back. Rave: Thus far, she has been handling teething like a champ, at least for me and my wife. Apparently she went on a 30 minute crying jag for my mother-in-law, but I think that has more to do with her knowing my mom-in-law can't handle her when she is cranky and fussy, and picking up on the mom-in-law's anxiety. She is generally much better with us. Rave: My daughter, much like myself, hates vegetables. Thus far she has outright rejected peas, she'll eat carrots but doesn't seem to like them much, and she is okay with sweet potatoes. My wife was feeding her peas tonight for the first time. The first bite, my daughter looked annoyed. The second bite, she screamed and made a face that clearly showed her displeasure. After that, she refused to open her mouth. Then, she straight up slapped the spoon out of my wife's hand. I laughed for a solid ten minutes. 4 1/2 month old babies should not have the ability to do something like that.
Rave: New baby came home today. Everything is great even though she came a bit early. 5 pounds 6 ounces. She's tiny.
RANT: <a class="postlink" href="http://edmonton.ctvnews.ca/popular-mommy-blogger-under-fire-for-taking-vacation-weeks-after-giving-birth-1.927463" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://edmonton.ctvnews.ca/popular-momm ... h-1.927463</a> Heard on the news that this sorry excuse of a person took a vacation from her 10 week old baby to "spa it up" and used the exscuse that "she's teaching her baby independence" and then has the balls to have a blog about being a mom. Sorry lady you aren't a mom, just some cunt that farted out a person. Usually a simple news story wouldn't irritate me so much but the sheer glorification of being a shit parent is apparently not being comprehended by my brain that may now be bleeding.
Rave: Left work at Noon today, about to head to the bar for food and beers before we head to the Zoo Amphitheater. PHISH show tonight!! I'm pretty excited for this, it'll definitely make up for the first half of this week when... Rant: My fiancee rolled my car on her way to work Monday. She is perfectly fine thanks to her seat belt. It's just a bum deal, there was a semi with a flat bed with the ramp down loading a cherry picker, parked right in the middle of a lane of traffic with no cones laid out or anything. This was 8 am in the east bound lane of traffic (it's not a super busy street, but busy enough that I'm positive someone else would have hit it if she hadn't), so thanks to the sun she never even saw the ramp until she was already rolling off the side of it. Took the cops an hour to show up, too. Rave: I had full coverage on the car and they just called it totaled, so we're getting a new car. We were talking about doing that anyway since the car was 11 years old and starting to have some serious mechanical issues, so this just forces our hand and gives us a nice little insurance check to add to a down payment. I'm just glad she's not hurt!
Rave: Gun Shoot rescheduled to tomorrow. Rant: No K-court tomorrow night. Rant: Shoot is tomorrow night. Rant: Only 2,800 rounds instead of 20,000. I guess I won't be shooting any myself. Rave: NYC in two days! Rave: Start of college football in two days!!
Rave: Drunk Wednesdays! Earlier, I sent the following to the Mister in Afghanistan. Rant: I'm getting written up at work for some bullshit. But I don't actually know what for because my supervisor was being all pussy about it. Rave: Considering that being a model employee isn't getting me anywhere, I really don't give a damn.
Rant: Boyfriend going through a very tough time with depression at the moment. Decided to spend the weekend away from me (after advice from his psych). Very difficult to see him struggling so much and to know that being around me, not only doesn't make him feel any better, but may in fact make him feel worse.
Rant: Got pulled over for talking on my cell phone this morning. Rave: Showed the officer my bluetooth headset. Got a verbal warning. Rant: Was asked to show a current insurance card. Went rummaging through the glovebox only to find one that expired in April, despite the fact that I am currently insured. Fiance looks at me in front of the cop and says, "Oh God. Remember how I said that I put the new card in your glovebox? Totally forgot to." $117 ticket for having no current insurance card. Thanks, hunny.
Rave: Two Whole30's completed in the last few months. Which is awesome headed into football and Trade Show season. I really have adjusted my relationship with food. Rave: Crazy to believe, but I am officially flirting with a net 40 lbs of weight loss since February (212 lbs to 175 lbs). At this point, I am caring less and less about the scale and more about how I look. Rave: My wife is down 25 lbs herself and I think this is the jump start that she needed to get control of her health. It has been a tough couple of years for her and I am so proud of what she has started to achieve and that we made it through some rough times for her together (I was sometimes a bit of a shit heel). Last Rave: We both got SCUBA certified and are going diving this weekend. With the improved health it's nice to have an active hobby we can enjoy together.
Rant: I'm having a dilemma. This big story just broke about the restaurant I reviewed for the Fall issue about how the head chef is super molesty. Since this is under the whole category of Shit I Care About the Most, I'm really upset at the idea of being associated with giving it positive press. (It was a good review.) I wrote my editor, asking if the issue has gone to print already, and explained my situation. I said I ideally was hoping to get the review pulled altogether, but that I understood if that couldn't happen (i.e I've been paid for it already and he'd have to redesign a couple of pages) and, if that was the case, to remove my name from it. I'm worried that it's either gone to print already (very likely), or that even if my name is removed from it that I'm still part of giving the place press (also that it would be pretty embarrassing for the magazine, especially if this story gets even bigger), or that I just rubbed my editor the wrong way. Blerg.
Rave: 90s, sunny, classes are back in session, and the coeds are out in force in shorts. Rant: There's probably a middle-aged guy on my daughter's campus saying the same thing.