RANT: All I heard in my head while reading the previous post was buzzes and clicks for the most part.
Rant: There was a house blown up a few minutes from my house in an attempt to kill a gang member during the ongoing gang war here in Sweden. Instead they killed a girl sleeping in the house next door. It is infuriating to see what is happening here.
Rant: New boss is a fucking idiot. At least he is a nice idiot. (I work in a warehouse) He created part numbers, ordered them, we found shelf space, transferred them to the correct bin location. Now he sent out and email to other managers asking if we should stock them.
Rant: I swear our toddler gets sick every time we hang out with his best friend/petri dish. This time it’s hand foot and mouth. I’m just bracing for when I succumb too. SG EDIT: I'm pretty sure she meant "hand, foot and mouth", not food.
Hah! Either my phone thinks I'm a fat kid and autocorrected to food, or my non-sleeping-HFM-toddler has my brain turned to such mush I typed it incorrectly. Maybe I should just call it coxsackie virus since that's funnier anyways.
RAVE: One week from today, I'm on my way to Cabo to do some killer deep sea fishing. And it's a long weekend (Canadian Thanksgiving). So I have a 3 day "work" week next week. I also scored business class flights via Air Mexico for cheaper than Premium Economy with our Canadian airlines, so win win. Holy shit I can't believe how much I'm looking forward to my first "go away and relax" vacation in over 20 years. Fuck yeah! As to the fishing, well, this is the time for some of the best fishing in the world. Stop! I can only get so erect!
RANT: Freezer went out last night, took all freezer items to another freezer. This morning I cleaned out the condenser coils that were heavily clogged with dust and reset the fridge. After ~5 hours it was back down to 30 degrees I was optimistic I was good to go. Checked it after half an hour later and it was back up to 60. FUCK.
RAVE: Landed 5 marlin today. More than any boat in the whole marina during peak derby season. Fuck yeah.
RANT: Girl I hook up with when she is in town, is in town. She invited me to take a couple day road trip this week which would be a sex filled romp that could really recharge my batteries for a while and my only shot of getting laid for the foreseeable future right now in my life. This is the week I come down with some sort of sinus infection or bronchitis. Ive been on antibiotics for a couple of days and not feeling better. Crossing my fingers it clears up in the next few days. I already called off work. Ugh.
The family friend/neighbor who's house burned down, he died yesterday. Was in the burn unit for 6 weeks, coded once and they got him back, but realistically even if he did "recover" from his burns there was not a world in which he was without live-in care for the rest of his life. Before the fire he was an 81 year old in poor physical health, then he got burns over most of his body, then his heart stopped and he had an unknown level of brain damage on top of that. When they gave him anesthesia for another skin graft surgery, his body finally gave out. It was pure physical torture for him for the 6 weeks in there, so we are glad he's out of pain. This is the same guy who's wife I found without a pulse and resuscitated with chest compressions. He taught me how to fish. He, along with my step father, taught me everything I know about tools and fixing shit and self-sufficiency. As a co-worker, he was our construction manager, and it is bittersweet that our ongoing home addition is the last project on which he worked. Rest in peace Mike.
Rave: Jägerette is getting laid off next year. Why is this a rave? One is that I have been wanting her to move on for a couple years now as there is no place for upwards mobility. Two she is getting laid off a couple weeks before her due date. Her severance package is worth over 8 months of pay. That means she can have the first 7 months off without having to use up any of the government allotted parental leave, and instead gets months of time with Kuhbaby.
Preface: the last couple of months, Jungle Julia has had a much earlier schedule than me (for once), so she has been going to bed a couple hours before me. RANT: I was steaming a head of broccoli after she went to bed, and I took a shower while it was cooking. I underestimated the amount of water I should have used, and it was starting to burn when I got out of the shower. Surely, she will be angry about this. Anyway, I eat, clean up, and go to bed. RAVE: When I get into bed, she wakes up to go to the bathroom. The she asks: "What did you make? It smells good..."
Rant: He just keeps getting dumber and dumber. He is in charge of the early inventory count. He just put in an email the he wants someone to correct a HUGE($120K+) discrepancy out of inventory rather then let inventory adjustment catch it.
RANT: My little dude won’t flip over, or at least not permanently. Wife is uncomfortable, baby’s in breach or what the doc calls “unstable lie.” RAVE: C-Section next Friday! Shit’s getting serious!