Spoiler RANT: The fully-grown adult who put in the word that got me my current job is actually a fucking child. For the past three weeks, he has ignored me, shot me dirty looks, and given me more attitude than I was ever able to muster as a cocky, hormone-overloaded teenager. Problems at home? Nope. Personal issue with me? No, everything is cool. Having a bad day/month long male PMS cycle? Nada, gue, esta todo bein. So what's the problem? Who knows, maybe he found out that I called up HR and let them know what an incompetent, backwards asshole (who he claims he has no connection to) was running things at my last job; maybe its because I agreed not to chase any of the gorgeous women at this job, and what I see as being friendly is really desperate flirting. Maybe it's because Jesus came down from on high and took a shit in his Cheerios and left an apology letter with my name on it. I don't know because he's acting like a sixteen year old girl about it. The only part of this that really gets to me is the fact that I give a fuck in the first place. RAVE: Four day weekend, and two days from now I find out when I get me happy pills.
MOTHERFUCKING RANT: My suitemate from my training class that graduated in June was shot and killed. During a training exercise. BY A FUCKING INSTRUCTOR. There are no goddamn words. I have always been nervous around guns, despite carrying one for my line of work and SHIT LIKE THIS IS WHY. I'm hearing rumors and speculation, but apparently he thought he was holding a stimulated weapon with dummy rounds and didn't realize he was holding his loaded Glock. I can't wrap my mind around how shit like this occurs. I know the instructor, I was friendly with him and he had provided me some know-how when I was at the range for a pre-shoot for my job. To top it off, I was supposed to be at that training exercise. I have an endoscopy scheduled for tomorrow, which necessitated me asking my boss if I could switch with someone else in our circuit going down for the training and I'd go in September. The thought that the instructor that I was friendly with picking up a gun and possibly pointing it at me sends chills down my spine. Rest in peace, T.B. You were a good study partner and a sweet girl. You'll be missed.
My roommate, who graduated with bachelor degrees in English Literature and Drama and a Masters in Poetry just uttered the following sentence: "Who gets a degree in philosophy? Did he think THAT was going to get him a job?" I know there's a word for this, but I'm pretty sure I just had a stroke.
Rave: My new roommate moves in tomorrow. I'll actually be able to start saving money again, instead of living hand-to-mouth. About fucking time. Rant: Since my last roommate bailed on me with very little warning, I've basically been living in my house like I'm the only person in the world; clothes off and discarded on the carpet the second I walk in the door, leaving everything out after I've used it, barely cleaning anything since it's all my mess, and things of that nature. That was a big mistake. My Mother always harped on me that it's better to clean a little bit every now and then than clean a lot at once. When will I learn that Mother's are always right? I've been at it for three hours so far and probably have two more to go. This ten minute break to get my internet fix and scarf down a peanut butter and jam sandwich will be my only respite till I'm finished. Fuck cleaning. Rant/Rave: I don't know and have never met the new roommate. A friend of mine was asked by the new roommate if he knew anyone that had a room open and my friend gave him my number. Here's hoping he's a good guy and not a giant bag of dicks.
Rant: Who the fuck brings their dog (a 10lb Yorkie) to the park, and then freaks out when it gets chased by another dog? People who don't socialize their animals, that's who. However. Throwing a water bottle at my 20lb dog as hard as you could, hitting him, and then threatening to beat us both was so far out of line I almost wish I'd made the asshole hit me. I hope he dies of a venereal disease after first spreading it to his wife. What upsets me is that my little guy has lost his badass swagger ever since he was run over in May. I think he got hit on the same part of his back that was injured in the accident with the bottle today. He was terrified, and kept running back to hide under my truck. He NEVER used to be like this, and it hurts my heart to see his confidence wilting. Suggestions on how to help him are welcome.
Rave: I got hammered at a work lunch yesterday. Hot Lady at Work (different department) was chatting to me about her plans to adopt a dog to cuddle now that her engagement has imploded: "AG, you don't understand! I have needs alright?!?" "You have needs that can only be satisfied by a dog? Maybe I don't want to understand." Smoooooth. Rave: We are now going on a date. Seriously.
RAVE: Power is back. Internet is back. Cell phone is back. Life is good. MEGA RAVE: Hot showers are back. Life is grand.
Rave (for the humor)/Rant (for the stupidity): The Texas legislature has now made it legal to shoot feral hogs...from helicopters. Just whose idea was this? Also, noodling--catching catfish with your bare hands-- was also made legal yesterday. Good to see that the folks in Austin know what's important these days.
Rave: I've got a really good chance of obtaining media credentials for a few NY Giants home games this season.
Rant/Rave? After reading the spanking thread and the Wayne Campbell thread several of the prevailing attitudes of this board make so much more sense now. Rave: 90 more minutes until my vacation starts!
Rant: UPS Store just Jewed the shit out of me. I needed to fax two pages to a local number. The price? $5.77. Ain't no way in hell would a fax cost that much! He said it was $3.50 for the first page and $1.50 for the second. Fuck them
Rant: At the risk of sounding like an old codger, fuck college. $400 for books for two damn classes? And this is because I apparently have to purchase some online bullshit access code in order to do the homework, since heaven forbid we do problems from the book. Damn kids and their internets. Rant: Apparently during my last college stint over ten years ago I never took calculus. I'm taking it now, and I'm completely and absolutely lost. In week 2. Awesome. Rave: The teacher sounds just like Ivan Drago. I will get him to say "I must break you" before the semester is over.
Rant: My little buddy is at the veterinarian with a messed up disc in his neck. The vet started a steroid regiment to see if that will fix him up. Rant: If this doesn't work, it's a $3,000 dollar surgery, that might not work.
Rave: Watching this show called party heat. They basically go around and bust up college kids' parties on the beach. So far 2 hot girls have gotten tazed for resisting. It warms the cockles my heart.