Rave: I found out last week that the main client that I do work for is giving us another workload that will at least take us through the end of the year. Rant: In my field that doesn't mean a whole lot, and I know that I am the next one on the chopping block if there are any layoffs. I'm so tired of always having to worry about it, and I have decided that given my abysmal record at getting offers from job interviews I would rather just ride things out and focus all my energy on my job search later on without having to go behind my current employer's back. Rant: I brought the OkCupid back to life two weeks ago. I had a date on Friday night that did not go well at all, and I had two prospects who said that they wanted to go out but then got cold feet at the last second. Why do I do this to myself? It looks like it's time to put the profile back on hibernate for a few months. Rant: I have been a homeowner for about a month now, but I already had to have the motor for my heater replaced. The inspection report on my place said that it was in great shape, so I just hope that there will be no more surprises. Rave: My first concert of the year isn't until April, but I have tickets to 4 shows that I'm all really looking forward to: Zappa Plays Zappa, The Decemberists, Alice in Chains, and Phish! They're all bands that I've already seen at least once, but they're all amazing live.
Rave: The first week on my own went well. The kids seem to be adjusting as well as can be expected. Overall I’m very comfortable with my decision. Rant: Stayed at a friend’s house last night who lives in the country. On the way to work this morning I got hit by a deer (trust me I didn’t hit him, he hit me.) All I need is another expense right now, so that’s fun. Spoiler
Rant- Great Monday start. My brother the night owl burnt half my brisket to a cinder watching it over night. Cracked my iPhone on my driveway. Half assed workout because my shoulders are still fucked up. All on a fucked up night of sleep so I’m all zombiefied at work.
Rant: It took 5 days worth of Percocets and daily consumption of 2T of chia seeds, but I managed to clog the toilet completely. Where's a poop knife when ya need one?
???: There is such thing as a poop knife? No way in hell I'm googling it to find out. RAVE: If there is and more so if that's what it's called.
Rave: A friend just sent me a link to a youtube video of a DMB concert I went to at the Muse on Nantucket back in 1994. I didn't even know it was being filmed at the time, but there I am. My friend and I right up by the stage for the first three songs. I just thought it was kinda cool seeing my 21 year old self almost 25 years later. Man, I could tell him some things...
Rave: For the first time in a long long time I'm happy with where I'm at both mentally and the direction life is headed. Not everything is perfect but my happiness isn't dependant on any single thing and I don't recall a time like it. I'm not drinking anywhere near as much, I'm hiking the Blue Mountains most weekends and I've been able to do that with some pretty awesome people.
RANT: My mom's best friend, who lost her husband about 6 months ago, just called to say that she has some water in the carpet in her partially finished basement. I then took my mom over to her friend's place and took a carpet drying fan and other stuff with me, expecting to help move things to help dry it out. Got there, and immediately realized it's more than it appears. Moved some furniture, peeled back the carpet, took a good look at the drywall, and there's a good sized crack in the foundation wall that has been leaking a lot of water for quite a while... probably off and on for about a year, if I had to guess. All the drywall on the bottom half of one of the walls is rotten and mouldy, the carpet is a smelly water-filled sponge, cheap particle board furniture 15 feet away is soaked and falling apart. The insulation is mouldy and water logged, the studs and sill plates are mouldy and rotting... yeah... not fun. EVEN BIGGER RANT: They ask for my opinion and help, and then proceed to totally contradict what I'm saying and argue with me. I then said, "ok, you two figure it out" and went back out in the truck. They got pissed with me because "why aren't you helping us?" Apparently, "well, you two seem to know enough to tell me how I'm wrong, so yeah, you don't need me" is the wrong answer. "No, you can just use that spray foam to fill the concrete cracks", "you don't need to replace that mouldy insulation", "it's fine to just glue carpet onto bare concrete basement floor" are all some of the pearls of wisdom they spouted in the last hour. RAVE: "Either you shut up and listen to me, or I'm leaving" actually worked, and they are now doing what they're told I'm recommending. She just once started in with, "But I saw on TLC...", and then stopped when I glared at her. RANT: Yes, I'm in a really bad fucking mood.
RANT: Had to put the wife's 15 y/o cat, Pearl, down the other day. On Sunday we noticed her starting to walk a little weird. Kind of like she was drunk. The soonest vet appointment we could get was Tuesday afternoon. I came home Monday night and she seemed to be even more lethargic and "walking" even drunker. Tried to make her as comfortable as we could and went to bed. Around 2am ,the wife woke up to check on her and she looked in a bad way so we went to the Vet ER and had some blood work done. Her kidneys were in complete failure. The vet said she was in the last stages and only had a day or two left. If that. We took her back home so her son could say his goodbyes and then brought her back to the vet for the last time. RANT: The wife is taking this really hard. Partly because she got Pearl when her son was just an infant and they grew up together and partly because she's a mom and is taking it personal that she didn't see any warning signs or didn't take Pearl in for more routine check ups. Pearl had been sitting in the "meatloaf" position for the last week or so. The vet said that she had calcification built up in her system and that was the most comfortable position for her. On her last night, I plugged the heating pad in and I'd like to think she had one more comfortable nap. Fuck, now I'm crying at work.
Rant: I understand that being a checkout person isn't the most thrilling occupation but how hard is it to pack soft fruit on top of tin cans. Even more so when you go out of your way to take the hard things out of the trolley first and then the soft fruit and handing it to the checkout person. If I'd wanted to buy pureed peaches, bananas and tomatoes then I'd look a hell of a lot weirder than I do.
Rant: Temps have been well above normal here for the last two weeks or so. Everything is blooming early including the peach trees. There is no way in hell we make it through two more months without a hard freeze. No fresh peaches this year. Rave? No need to waste time or money spraying them this year.
My English Mastiff passed away this morning. According to the vet at the emergency hospital, she had a tumor on her spleen that ruptured causing her to bleed internally. There was nothing we could do and we had no idea there was even anything wrong. Obviously we're just fucking destroyed. The house is not the same without her.
Rant: Her: Welcome to Krystals, would you like to try our Mega Heartclogger Combo? Me: No thank you. I'd like a Low-carb scrambler with sausage. Her: Sausage or bacon? Me: Sausage. . . . Me: <Drives away> <Opens bag 15 minutes later, sees bacon> God dammit.
^ Rush buys his breakfast from a strip club? Rave: a kid we weren't sure would ever walk is running. Albeit with an adorable little limp, but running nonetheless. Rant: she's also still chewing on everything in sight so we are on Cold #6 for this season. Jesus Christ.
RANT: My companies operating system is a gigantic POS. I swear to fuck I am ready to put my fist through my monitors. RAVE: My canine BFF is sleeping at my feet so life isn't really that bad.