Rant: On Saturday, I stubbed my toe so bad it looked as if it was a red peeled grape. When my wife saw what appeared to be half of the skin on my big toe hanging by a thread, I thought she might go into labor. On Sunday, I picked my brother up from the airport and didn't get to sleep until midnight. This wouldn't be a problem if I didn't have to wake up at 3:00 AM for work. Right as I'm packing my stuff up to leave, my boss asks me to "whip up" a script for a critical security patch that Microsoft saw fit to release that day. I spent an hour and a half on it. As soon as I finished, I went to lay down. The little one was nestled between me and my wife. The big one started barking for what appeared to be no apparent reason. The next thing I know, I feel a couple of her claws reach INTO my nose and scratch the shit out of my face. Fuck this month in particular. Rave: You guys are sure nice. Thanks.
Rave? Rant? I don't know if y'all remember, but I used to have a job working for a crazy girl. Her boss (my old Clinical Instructor who got me the job) texted me wanting to chat sometime about my ex-manager and my experiences with her. After talking with a former co-worker/friend, there's some drama going down. Now even her buddies know that she's batshit insane and complained to him. I feel conflicted. I need to say something and be honest, but I'm nervous about sounding petty or like I'm trashing her. She's a good person and a great therapist. She just sucks at managing people. I gotta figure out what the hell I'm gonna say. Quickly.
RANT: My beloved Trans Am is being a major pain in my ass. Spoiler: Spoilered for tech talk Aside from my dad driving it a few times, and my brother using it as a getaway vehicle in some robberies (really) while I was in prison, it has basically been sitting for the past two years. When I got home, I found that a rat had been living under the hood, and there were acorns and grass everywhere. I cleaned it all out, took it for a spin (Optima Red-Top battery was still charged!) and it died a quarter mile from my house and wouldn't start again. It's got some kind of intermittent no-spark condition, because later on it started and ran fine, though it was reading a GM code 42 (Electronic Spark Control). So today, I had a whole free morning out of the house, and I was determined to get to the bottom of this. I loaded up my multimeter and some basic tools, and drove it for about 10-15 minutes around my house, when the heater blower motor started making a terrible grinding noise (Oh, and the A/C system is still charged up!). I shut that off and kept going. About 5 minutes later, I smelled an electrical burning under the hood - the radiator cooling fan motor decided to crap out. On top of all that, I noticed a spot of anti-freeze on the passenger side floor mat, which means that the heater core has a leak. Now, all of these problems (except for the hassle of dealing with the code 42) will be a walk in the park, but it just pisses me off not being able to drive my badass car. Also, I don't want to spend what little money I have on this stuff (I'm practically broke right now; my brother cleaned out my bank account and maxed-out all of my credit cards when I was locked up.).
RAVE: Nurses who give a shit about other nurses just starting their careers. Had a really good discussion with the top nurse from the company I'm leaving who gave me a great pep talk and basically agreed that my direct supervisor is "probably not meant to be a supervisor". She praised my clinical skills and said I had the making of a really good nurse and not to let what happened get me down. Really, really needed that. My confidence was pretty low.
RAVE: I got offered a job. RAVE: It's for more than I make now. RANT: It's not 3 weeks worth of pay more, which is what I'll be losing in PTO.
Rave: I did that thing I said I don't do with a guy who I have developed pretty strong feelings for. I understand what you guys were talking about when you said giving pleasure to another person makes you feel good. So congrats to everyone who was so annoyed with me a few months ago.
Rant: Wedding bands. I've never spent so much money on something I care so little about. Rave: Less than 50 days until our wedding. The butterflies are starting to flutter and I just cant wait until the honeymoon more than anything. I just want a vacation and I want the wedding planning process to be over.
RANT/RAVE: I counter offered with more money to compensate for the lost vacation time. RAVE: They accepted my counter offer and I accepted the position. RANT: I need to wait for the background check to go through before I can put in my notice.
Rave: I fit into all of my pre-pregnancy clothes, less than two weeks after delivery. Rant: I'm squishy as fuck.
Rant: Stupid ultimately meaningless work bullshit etc, me angry, me very fucking angry at passive aggressive cowards Rave: Beer, I like beer, I like lots of beer
Rant: Started introducing solids to the kid. She. Will. Not. Stop. Shitting. Jesus, ten dirty diapers in 36 hours. I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this point. Her poor little colon.
RAVE: I have changed diapers in my life, but I never have to change another one again. Angel, you have my empathy.
Rant: I have 1 kid in diapers for at least 1 1/2 more years, probably longer. Rave: other kid is potty trained. Rave: Down 25 lbs since I started trying to lose weight, despite eating line an idiot all last week. Rant: Won't hit my goal of losing 40 lbs before school starts, but that was a lofty goal. Losing 30-35 not out of the question. I have 3 weeks. Rave: Wedding anniversary Tuesday, scheduled a couples massage, nice dinner, movie, no kids all day. Rant: All that is, after my urologist appointment and x-Rays for another fucking kidney stone. Luckily this one is small, plus painkillers.
Rave: I now have all 5 seasons of Bullwinkle and Rocky. It would be even better if I still smoked dope, but it still amuses me.
RAVE: I finally got the promotion at work I've been waiting for (thank you to my previous manager for finally quitting instead of just threatening to do it), so now I have a salary and don't have to sweat it over commission checks. And I successfully led the team to hit their sales goal in my first month on the job. So I got that going for me, which is nice.
I'm not a hard person to read. When I'm pissed it's pretty fucking obvious. And when I'm pissed it's probably in your best interest to leave me the fuck alone. Yeah. Bright spot in my day, I ordered some Green Bay gear last week. It arrived today. Part of which is a bird bath. That's right, I bought a Packer bird bath. Suck it.
RAVE: Background check came through and I officially got the offer and have put in my notice. Such a wonderful feeling.
Rant: I was just a mere 9,000 away from a quarter of a million miles on my car when it died last week. Rave: The new car is shiny and nothing is broken. Rant: Now I have a car payment.
Rant: three kidney stones in left kidney, one descending. 4 in the right, one threatening to descend. End result? Surgery. Third time I've had kidney stone surgery in 8 years. I should get the next one free. Rant: Fasting from now until tomorrow's surgery at 2, then likely not eating afterwards for a few hours at least. Rant: Have to drink something tonight to "cleanse" for the procedure. This means endless shitting for hours. Rave: This should help my diet. Rant: Both cable boxes shit the bed, and now I'm waiting on a cable tech to come out and fix them. They can't come until Friday between 5 and 7 pm. Wonderful. Rant: Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. Needless to say the day was shit on by all this news. Rant: Wife can't understand why I'm "in such a bad mood." Me either.