Rave: Found a house! At a pretty good price for the area too. With a huge yard! Rant: Been pre approved for a mortgage which is a good thing. Now the actual part where I try to get the money. This whole thing has me stressed.
Rant: Had a home sleep study thing strapped to me last night. It shut off at some point during the night, or I turned it off in my sleep. Regardless, I only got 3.5hrs anyway, and you need to wear the thing for at least 7. HAHAHAHA, good luck Chuck. Where is my life.
Rant: First, kidney stone surgery. Then, 1 week and 2 hospital stays later, and I get a bladder infection. After that just barely starts to clear, a third anvill hit me today. Shingles. No shit, fucking shingles. On my ass. I have the largest pain in the ass ever. I have to laugh so I don't cry. Rave: you degenerates will make me laugh with the r&r visualized thread, I think. Go ahead. Google shingles. I'll wait.
RANT: So today I just discovered an aggravating and potentially dangerous trait on a 2013 F150 (presumably present on other trucks of similar vintage): I pulled off the road to make a phone call, and parked off the pavement. The dirt was damp (rained last night), but not squishy by any means. As soon as I tried to move, the traction control kicked on once the wheels started to spin, which is to be expected. I turned it off and tried to move the truck, AND IT CAME BACK ON ANYWAY ONCE THE WHEELS STARTED SPINNING AGAIN, MAKING IT ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO MOVE. WHAT THE FUCK? I wasn't "stuck" by any normal definition of the term: the wheels weren't bogged down into the ground, and BOTH tires were turning (limited slip diff); the problem was that there was a lot of clay in the soil, making it very slippery. The PCM sensed wheel slippage, and decided it knew better than I did. (It probably thought I was trying to do burnouts) I would never have gotten out without a pull if I hadn't found some junk in a ditch to jam under the wheels, and even then I barely made it. What if this was some kind of emergency, and I really needed to move the truck fast? You know who I blame for this? Lawyers. All of the "idiot proofing" you see on cars these days is because of morons hurting themselves, and then greedy lawyers take up the cases to sue the car manufacturers.
Rant: Where the fuck does time go? Rave: Been married 5 years today, still don't want to kill each other. The best 2 year old one could want, and another one due mid January 2016.
Rant: I let my sister in-law use my truck yesterday. I drop it off at her house, later, I pick it up 1.5 miles away at her mom's house, that's as far as she drove it. I now can only get the five speed manual transmission in 3rd and 4th, barely. That's not really what upset me. I get in it to leave, I roll down my window and ask her why my truck doesn't have reverse, she says, "I don't know, just go forward." SHE FUCKING KNOWS something happened, but acted like nothing happened. Like it broke itself sitting in the driveway. We have a camping trip planned, I need to tow a camper next Wednesday. I basically have 2 business days to get it fixed before our trip. Not likely.
Rave: Ive been up north with friends at a cabin for a week, and it's been the most fun, and miraculously, I didn't feel hungover at all... Rant: until this morning. I think I just got all the hangover from the whole week today, when I have to pack and clean and drive 4 hours home.
Rant: New department seems really boring. I need to work at work, not stand around and watch other people work. It's only been week so we'll see, but it seems pretty damn dull. Same product almost every day, only in different package sizes. Lame. Rave: Should be getting a raise by the end of year. Yay. Rave: There's a lot less bitchiness between managers over here. That is a very good thing. Rave: Interview for another position that seems a lot more interesting on Monday, plus a pay bump if I get it. Rant: I'm sure they're interviewing at least ten people, and that most of those have more experience than me. Realistically, I'm probably a long shot at best. At worst, my boss won't want me to leave the operations side and the whole thing is pointless anyway.
Rave: Well, one job offer for october. Another potential one probably coming up early next week. Spoiler: Long, medical rant Rant: I just can't decide what to do. There's a good chance I'll get the other job offer, too. One is in the ER, one in anesthesia. The ER would just be for a year, but it's kind of an adventure and I guess I'll greatly benefit from it professionally by being exposed to a wide variety of patients. Afterwards, I'd start anesthesia, but with a year of experience under my belt. Anesthesia would be more of a safe bet, with a longer contract and probably no necessity to move again in a year. My girlfriend just says she doesn't want the responsiblity, so she mostly says nothing. Not very helpful. She'll be done with school in a year. So that would fit. The ER terrifies me as much as it tempts me, but that's where I want to go in the long term (We don't have emergency medicine as a specialty in Germany. Because apparently germans are stupid. You'll have to go either surgery, anesthesia or internal medicine and then go work in an ER). But the hospital were I interviewed for the ER felt "right". Argh. But the anesthesia position was good, too.
Rave: Moved back to southern Ontario. Am no longer a Winnipegger. My current employer was kind enough to let me keep my job and work remotely, so that's good. Rave 2: Bought a house. I get possession on October 8th. It's roughly 3x the size of my old house. Rant: Was served with papers yesterday and I am officially getting sued by the people who bought a house from me last year. My lawyer is confident, but he also says this kind of thing will hang around for years. Kiss many tens of thousands of dollars goodbye.
Rave: Real happy with how my first tattoo came out. Took a bit longer than expected but has come up nice and so far the healing is going well.
Rave: My baby girl is on the way! Mrs. James is riding an epidural wave and is thrilled beyond words that she can't feel anything pretty much below her boobs. Rant: We've been here since Monday night and the doctor is saying we're probably not going to be able to leave until Friday. Also, holy shit, epidural needles. They may as well be used on fishing trawls to hook tuna.
Rant: Riding my bike home from work I crashed trying to avoid two tourists stepping off the curb without bothering to look; was doing about 20mph when I went over...thankfully, just some scrapes & minor repairable damage to the bike. Super Rant: The fuckers scurried off without bothering to see if I was ok. Rave: Helmets
Rant: It is that time of year again for me to update the MSDS sheets. Same rant as always, why cant people make a nice webpage that is easy to search for the msds pages. Everyone needs them, why make it so hard to find. Plus this year, I have to go through the entire shop and see what new chemicals we have that aren't in the book.
Rant: Working in (and coaching at) a racist rural school. If I hear them refer to our urban school opponents as "those people" or hear one more watermelon and fried chicken joke... one more time I'm just walking off and quitting. Once I tried to stop them but another coach was laughing, so of course that went over well. I can't handle this racist bullshit anymore. Rant: In that conservative lilly-white community I would be the bad guy for quitting, and in a state with virtually no protections for teachers I have almost zero recourse if they want to fire me. Fuck. Rave: Only 9 weeks of the season left and I am almost definitely quitting coaching after this year. Rant: Unless they don't let me. See above rant about zero protections for teachers here. They absolutely can fire me if they want me coaching and I don't want too anymore.
Rant: Went to my physical follow up appointment to go over my blood work. Got told my cholesterol is out of control and I'm now on medication to try and bring it down. Rant: Family history and genetics blow. It was really only a matter of time before it started catching up with me. Rave: I've started working out again, and while it's too early to see anything significant; I feel way better. Rant: On Tuesday morning I got hit with a puck at close range on the side of my skate. Today the same player, same distance, shot me again in the exact same spot. Holy hell does it hurt. I can barely walk.
Rave: House to myself all weekend. Yay. Rant: Dear roommate's girlfriend. Your boyfriend is not here. You know this. Do not come over because you're lonely or whatever the fuck reason it actually is. If I see your car pulling up I might just start jerking off in the living room to discourage you in the future. I'm not even kidding. I'm also not sure even this would dissuade you. More importantly, stop moving my shit around and rummaging through my stuff. There is no sane reason for this. I don't own anything embarrassing like an anal vibrator or whatever, but hey, if I did that's my business, not yours. Also, it is my bathroom and my bedroom. There is a reason your boyfriend has his own. You do not need to remove things like rolls of toothpaste and cans of shaving cream from my bathroom counter and hide them all over the fucking house because people are coming over and you don't want them to think 'disgusting' people live here. Just how fucking crazy are you anyway? Whore. Rant: I know I'm about 50:1 to get the promotion I was interviewed for, but fuck, give me an answer already. You said you had 3 interviews, all in the same day, 4 days ago and that was it. I know there is multiple people involved, but why does it take so long to make a decision? It takes me 2 days max. Actually, it's never even taken more than a day, and I always know. I just review some shit to confirm it. Fucking corporate and their slow ass pace for deciding anything.