Rave: Booked my flights back to New Zealand for the holiday break. Be good to see everyone and drink some beers.
Rant: 99% Sure the cleaners I hired to come to my house thing week stole a bunch of cash out of my bedside table. Of course they're denying any wrongdoing on their end. I filed a theft report with the police, but I doubt anything will come of it.
Rant: Creepy men. I don't often have a complaint about men, but today saw me at a police station. I was walking my dogs at a local park. Technically, it's a leashed park but it's usually deserted and totally secluded from the road. If I pass anyone, I leash the big dog so he doesn't plant a kiss on someone who doesn't want it. It was a great walk. Nice cool weather and more people than usual, all quite nice. Then I round a corner and see a guy ahead of me. His dog is leashed and he's walking in the same direction I am. He had stopped, however, and appeared to be waiting. I thought nothing of it, because usually when people have dogs they want to chat or let the dogs play. However when I looked up I swore I saw him take my picture. After that, he put away his phone. As the walk went on it became apparent he was walking faster and faster. So, he had waited for me to get real close, taken a picture, then motored off. When I crested the next hill he was actually RUNNING with his dog, and he was NOT a runner or dressed for a jog. I was dissettled, but whatever. I made a note to keep my eyes open in the parking lot when I got back, just in case. 20 minutes later, the dogs are leashed and I'm in the lot. I see one fellow and his kids, whom I had met earlier. I waved and they drove off. All the other cars were empty. "Paranoia, " I thought. Then I rounded the corner - I park away from the other cars, on an access road - and there was an SUV with tinted black windows hidden in the driveway, waiting. As soon as I turned away from the lot, it took off but didn't immediately turn into traffic. I was 100% convinced it was that dude and he had been waiting for me. On top of my suspicion, the dog I had seen him walking was in the backseat. He ultimately drove away, and I took down his plate number. Now, WTF do you do when no words have been spoken, no threats made but the situation was still really god damned creepy? Unsure, I just drove to the police. The officers were really great. They generated a report, and ran his plate. Turns out he's "known to them, but hasn't seen activity in about eight years." They called him and he confirmed seeing me and taking pictures. He said he was concerned my dogs were off leash. I told the officer, "Yeah, no way am I leashing the dogs if some weirdo is lurking around waiting for me," The cop warned him then called me to say he though everything was fine. Here's hoping I never run across that dude again.
Rant: As most of you that pay attention know, my roommate is gay. I have no problem with that. What I find highly irritating is that for some reason he finds it necessary to talk about dicks in very graphic detail while I'm eating. Me: *Sitting at the table eating a hamburger* Him: I was at the gym today and this guy had a Prince Albert that was infected. You could smell it. The skin was all discolored and the veins were a deep purple. Me: .... Him: And this other guy...he had a hard on! You could see the outline through his tighty whiteys and clearly make out the head. Me: *Not hungry anymore, throws hamburger away* Who the fuck talks about dicks at the dinner table?
:Rave: My wife isn't gay Rant: But she doesn't want to suck my cock. Rant: She just showed me the dried cum in her pants from last night Rave: I'm going to fuck with her something terrible for that. In a bit I'm burning off a bunch of boxes and old branches so I have a while to think about it. Suggestions anyone? So far I'm thinking about either antiquing her while she watches something on the couch, or blowing an airhorn right as she's going to sleep.
The night before last I had a dream my current neighbors moved out and were replaced by acid dealers (Really? Is there even such a thing as an exclusive acid dealer? Nope.). I came home from work to find them crawling all over the roof of my house while tripping balls. I don't know what the fuck is going on with these weird dreams. My Mom says it's early stages of menopause. She also said once I hit 40 I'd go gray because she did. Also, not the case.
geeky RAVE: My 3 new 4k Dell monitors arrived today. THEY FUCKING ROCK. So much room for development... I can practically see the entire environment at the same time. 1st World RANT: It's almost too much resolution, and is taking some getting used to.
Rave: How am I this fortunate? I have a job that gives zero fucks if I take a paid sick day, a sweetheart of a husband who takes care of everything for me and gets me food, and doggies that seem to understand that I'm not feeling good and who are suction cupped to my side. Oh, and let's not forget about how great cold medicine is at controlling the worst of my symptoms. This smoothie is also wonderful. I have a lot of good things in my life and I take up more than enough time complaining about the shitty parts.
RANT: Water main leak into three adjacent houses, and now my lawn is getting dug up by a city works crew.
Rave: Jocko Podcast. I know I've raved about it before, but Episode 46 is one of the most amazing things I've listened to. Hearing hardcore guys relay their life and military experience as if you were a fly on the wall is unprecedented; anyone in my family who's ever served refuses to talk about it. I encourage everyone who wants to hear incredible stories and gain a new appreciation for the military to watch.
Rave: Just had the pleasure of listening to Gen. Romeo Dallaire speak for almost two hours. What an amazing man and inspiration. Rant: Jesus, I'm wasting my life. Gotta get on the "serve a bigger purpose " train ASAP.
Rant: Ended up for the first time in my career walking out of a meeting after getting pissed off at our 'Stock Control Manager' who refused to understand the difference between what a product measured by the KG was compared to an EACH. I don't think I've ever met someone so stupid and incompetent at their job that they don't understand the basic principles of stock control. Rave: I handed my notice in on Thursday so only have 3 month more of this shit before I move to a much better position and company. I'll get to be an actual procurement manager again, not whatever the fuck this job seems to think it should be.
Rave: Halloween party with my colleagues who are predominately women ages 23-29. God Bless America. Rant: Brother started treatment for his illness this week. Also kind of wimped out last night, went over to the house party and just wasn't feeling getting wasted because of what he's going through.
Rave: Went to a Halloween party Saturday dressed as Regina George from the Spring Fling. Went with a huge group of friends and had a good time. I easily had the best costume and got approached by dozens of strangers. When I was at one of the big circle bars, a girl from the other side of the bar waiting in line stared at me, abandoned her place in line to come to my side of the bar and tell me how much she liked my costume. She went home with me that night. Here's the picture to haunt your dreams: Rant: My Sonos speaker failed me as an alarm this morning and I was super late to work today. I work at 5 AM every day, so sleeping through an alarm means being multiple hours late rather than just 30 minutes for most people when they accidentally sleep in. Not a good look at all.
Huge fucking rant: I picked every single game for the NFL this weekend accurately. Everyone, that is, except the Minnesota game last night. WHICH IS THE ENTRY I CHOSE FOR MY KNOCKOUT POOL. I'm super fucking pissed. The irony that I had the best week of picking in my life and managed to not select the only game that mattered.