Rant: Stupid USPS. It's no freaking wonder they don't have a sustainable business model. Spoiler: Boring venting I have been in this particular office space for 5 years. My suite number is 310 with big numbers over the door, and it says Rush-O-Matic Company right on the door. In my same building, is suite 130, and the business there says Gubmint Assistance Company on the door. So, if a piece of mail is addressed to RUSH-O-MATIC, Suite 310, how freaking hard is it to NOT deliver that to 130? Apparently very hard. My regular mailman is on vacation for 2 weeks, and he must be the only employee down at the Pony Express that is able to crack this otherwise undecipherable code.
Rave: Finally got a chance to take the roof and the doors off of the Jeep and just drive around for a bit. Rant: If you're going to be out in the sun for 3 straight hours, try some sunscreen. At least this will help clear up my farmers tan in a few day.
Rant: My quality of sleep has been so poor lately. I pinched a nerve or something in my neck a couple weeks ago and since then, I cannot get good sleep. I wake up several times a night and toss and turn a lot. I end up staying in bed longer because I keep waking up and falling asleep but not feeling rested. I am probably spoiled, but I have never ever had issues sleeping and this is draining me. I am used to passing out within 15 minutes for 7-8 hours and popping up like toast when my internal alarm goes off. I am so over this.
Rant: I've been feeling depressed all weekend. Not that much has changed from the way that things have been for me recently, but it has really caught up to me these last two days. I got my MBA a month ago and still have zero job leads, despite frantically sending out probably close to 150 applications now. With my undergrad not being business related and virtually all the jobs that I've seen posted saying that they require at least 2 years (and usually more ) of experience, the situation is looking bleak for me. My lack of any kind of social life doesn't help things, either, and seeing the pictures on Facebook of my friends with their girlfriends, wives, and/or children almost makes me want to cry. It's looking more and more like I will turn out to be the real life Bill Dauterive. Rant: I should probably get off Facebook, but I can't no matter how hard I have tried. It has basically become a necessary evil, though I probably should at least try to limit how often I get on it. Rant: I am really sick of my job, which makes me want a new one that much more. If nothing else I need a vacation, but there is no way that I'll be able to take any time off until my planned vacation in August. Rave: The only thing that I am looking forward to right now is the Dashboard Confessional, Taking Back Sunday, and Saosin concert on June 22. The nostalgic high school/early undergrad kid in me couldn't resist.
RAVE: Just noticed that season 2 of Chef's Table has hit Netflix... time to stop being bummed out from shootings and religion and politics and other bullshit and go and relax in some food and wine.
Rave: My best friend's wedding is OVER! She was stunning and he knows how lucky he is to be married to such an amazing woman. But his 6 year old daughter was the sweetest part - she stood beside me during the ceremony and about halfway through, she started sobbing. I bent down and whispered "These are happy tears, right?" and she nodded yes. Such a controlled, mature cry for someone who just hours before, finally agreed to walking down the aisle with a groomsman (we didn't have even numbers) as long as she didn't have to hold his hand... because "holding hands with boys is gross." Rave: Drunk me saved some hilarious snapchat videos that night. Rave: This little dude belongs to a friend of mine. Rant: I will never ever get another spray tan. The color was fine, not orange or anything weird but I have two problems with it. First, no one enlightened me about the stick on foot thingies they have so the bottoms of your feet don't turn dark dark brown and second, now, 5 days later, it looks like shit and I can't scrub but so hard to try to get it off. I also have a very dark brown stripe across my boobs from the silicone strip in the bralette I wore after getting it done.
Rant: My sister's dog nipped my year old niece for the second time I'm aware of. This happens when my niece is crawling on the ground and bumps into him or something really innocent. I've told my sister before that when Eve is on the ground Rocky has to be somewhere else, separated by a child gate. My sister thinks she's able to watch both Eve and Rocky perfectly all the time so this won't happen again, and she can continue to let Eve crawl and walk while Rocky is around. I know she's making a mistake but its her dog and her kid but I feel like its my role as an uncle to try to protect my niece if I can. And I know my sisters dog, he's not the easiest going, this will likely happen again. My niece will be walking around and fall on the dog, or touch his hip, while he's laying down and it'll happen again. Wish my sister would listen to me and simply separate the two whenever Eve is on the ground.
Rant: Is it possible to Munchhausen-By-Proxy a dog? This drunk kook a couple pals know takes her baby chihuahua with her to bars. She'll drop the dog in dudes' laps, spark up a convo, hope they buy her drinks. Unfortunately the woman gets hammered and once dropped the dog head first on the concrete. Last night it wore a cast because she close a cage door on it. Weird coincidence. I can't decide if she was a rotten alcoholic or a piece of shit. "Awwww pity the doggy, BUY ME WINE." Rave: Dropped a 10 pound dumbbell on my foot. Swollen, bruised. But probably not broken. Which is awesome. It's the little things people. Like not moving furniture with precariously perched iron on top of it while you are barefoot. Shoes are for losers. I regret nothing.
Rave: Just found out that Netflix released an updated version of Voltron. I feel like I'm 6 years old again. Spoiler
Rant: Realizing I hadn't heard much in while from a girl I used to date a long, long time ago, I went to look at her Facebook and saw that she died back in September of 2014. Such a weird feeling. Every few months she would pop and see how I was doing. Check the weather and disappear for a while. They say she passed in her sleep.
Rant: A family friend just posted a photo of her stillborn daughter with a caption "happy first birthday." I mean, I don't know what she's going through or how traumatic it must be for her, but Jesus lap dancing Christ, there's a dead baby photo at the top of my news feed. THIS IS NOT HELPING MY MOJO.
Rant: I have to get better at allocating my time, I'm not getting enough writing done. Ugh, it has always been a weakness of mine that I'm so easily distracted.
Rant: I was catching up on the news yesterday as I had a friend visiting from The States the past few days and I just broke down crying. I didn't know that I could still be affected like that. Perhaps it is the depth of something that affected me... the senselessness. Rave: I'm growing parsnips for the first time and they look fantastic so far. My wife is excited because she'll get something from home that is hard to find here
Rant: My eye is twitching. I don't mean that as a euphemism for anger. This morning my right eyelid started twitching and it hasn't stopped for hours. HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP
Rant: Remember the couple that was on the rocks? That I inadvertently pushed over the edge? After like two weeks of drama and craziness (this girl is seriously nuts...I've heard stalker-level antics) they are still together. And will be hanging with us this weekend during a Father's Day get together. Oy vey. I want to skip the whole thing. Before this craziness I thought she was my one shot at a normal SIL...someone I could actually enjoy. Le sigh. I hate being proven wrong and then having to hang out, pretending everything's hunky dory.
Rave: fucking ducks! Somehow got the wife on board, we're gonna start raising ducks. Not only are they cute as hell but their eggs are delicious and they do a fantastic job of pest control. Metzerfarms.com Rant: I'm definitely biting off more than I can chew. Wife wants 8-12 of them. Yeah, that won't get annoying fast. Told her I was gonna buy a duck house. "You don't need to do that! You can build anything!!!" Fucking challenging my manhood. Yes, I can, but some times I don't want to. Especially in this heat. And now that she said that of course I gotta go overboard and do it all cute and shit with shingles and everything too. Rave: when they get annoying, they make for delicious food!
Rant: WTMFDH? Power in my whole neighborhood is out. Wind is calm, no lightning, regular day. Goddammit. I was watching a movie. Now I have to decide if I should crank up the generator or not. Goddammit.
Rant: Fucking Uber driver was swerving and seemed confused so I hoped off early and hoofed it back to my place. I can't believe that guy is on the roads right now, I can't remember the last time I felt so unsafe in a car.