RANT: Deer season. First firearm season (last weekend, the 18-20th in IL) we took in approximately 1100 deer. So many were killed around here that some lockers were turning people away. Not us! Boss did like he did every year, and got a refrigerated semi trailer in addition to our deer cooler, and the half of our beef/pork cooler that is separated by a wall so we can keep them there. The trailer is now empty, but the coolers still have deer. They just started mixing the sticks/summer sausage for what is "my job" that I'm in charge of. RANT/RAVE: 65 hours last week, 55 hours this week (we were actually closed Thanksgiving, but I got paid 8 hours for it), and I'm actually off tomorrow! The OT is sweet. The exhaustion, not so much. And this is my schedule until probably end of January, beginning of February. Last year I got done with first season stuff on Christmas Eve. New computer for Christmas? Yes, I think so. RANT: I forgot to take pictures of the MOUND of deer we had even with the kill floor guys working 24/7 (in shifts) last weekend. RAVE: Next season is Thurs-Sun this weekend, so I'll be able to take pics. RAVE: Venison snack sticks. I'll be snacking non stop on them until February at the minimum. RANT: Venison snack sticks. They're cooking about 1800 lbs tomorrow (which is why I'm off, can't do anything with 'em until they're cooled), which means 10-12 hour days ALL week because they'll just keep loading carts up & cooking as I cut & pack.
RAVE: Finally finished my paper that's due Tuesday. I am impressed that I actually did it now instead of the usual 8 hours before it's due time slot. Even more impressed that I even bothered doing it as my final grade will be practically the same whether I wrote it or not. RANT: A week and a half of studying nonstop for finals. Anyone want to let me borrow their time machine?
RAVE: Home. Home on the range. Where the deer and the antelope fuckin' play their balls off. When I die I want to be buried in the backyard in my vegetable garden.
RAVE: I ended up having a great Thanksgiving style dinner with my family last night. It was really touching that they had a second dinner so I could join. RANT: 600 registry errors on their computer. I don't even know how the hell that happens. RAVE: My grandmother who has spent the last few years in a wheelchair/bed, catatonic from Alzheimer's, has been having some clarity lately. It's only a few hours a day, but she can recognize her husband and interact with her environment. My granddad and an aide helped adjust her so she was sitting up a bit in the bed, and she looked him dead in the eye and said "Thank you." She apologized for the aide who bumped another aide with her chair. I know Alzheimer's doesn't just go away - this is temporary, but it's an amazing gift and from what I know almost unheard of this far into the disease.
Apparently the place she was at had very good security. They got him to leave before anything bad happened. Rave: Had a good Thanksgiving with the exception of the above excitement. Rant: The hangover I had yesterday. This might be the one time I am glad I ran out of booze relatively quickly.
Rave: Sister Wives. Fuck any haters, that show is by far the best on television right now. Soooo far beyond the typical "reality" show.
Rant: My girlfriend works nights. Tonight, I made dinner for the both of us, walked her little yappy bug eyed dog, cleaned the kitchen, and got her new computer setup. I drew pager duty for work. As I am answering said pager for the third time today, I sarcastically ask "Why is this happening to me?" She tells me to shut the fuck up and leaves for work. I'm going to ask her if she's on her fucking period tomorrow, just to get the fight started. In the meantime, I'm going to start drinking and forget that I have work tomorrow. Oh, and the Seahawks lost to the fucking Redskins. Seriously? Grossman looks like he has fetal alcohol syndrome. He probably HAS fetal alcohol syndrome. It'd explain his retard strong throwing arm and inability to read a fucking defense.
RAVE: I graduated from college in 2001. After my student loan payment today I finally owe less than ten fucking grand. I have never missed a payment and for the first 5-6 years I was paying over $350 a month.
Rant: First day back to the office since Wednesday... With a wonderful sinus infection that's making my ears completely plugged. Rant: Upon arriving at the office, I went to sort some papers, and managed to give myself a papercut under my nail on my middle finger. Fucking thing won't stop bleeding. Awesome way to start the week.
Rave: All the crazy people who had the last 4 days off from work are finally off the street making it easier for me to get ANYWHERE. Rave: Perfect quiet day. Stayed home and did my expenses for the last three months (I'm terribly lazy about doing them) and only had the phone ring twice. Everyone is catching up on their own shit at work so they're leaving me alone. Rant: Shotgun season started here today. The woods are filled with "sportsmen" and not hunters. Nine trucks alone this morning for my woods and the state park. Shots ringing off everywhere.
Rant & Rave Thread Rant: I just love it when the other intern deletes the project I've been working on for the last month. Fuck you.
RAVE: 12, 20. I lost count. All I know is that she was insatiable. We both will sleep amazing tonight!
Rave: Had sushi was a smart, cute, awesome woman who is into me. I still can't explain it either. Rant: These next two weeks are going to be pure unadulterated hell. By the time it's over I'm going to need massive amounts of video games and blow jobs to recuperate.
RAVE: Perfect weekend. Old friends, too much drinking, rugrats everywhere, fantastic weather. And I don't think I've ever laughed so hard for so long in my life. My friends actually created a drinking game for whenever I snorted, cackled, or just couldn't breathe. Needless to say, we were all terribly drunk by the end of the night. RAVE: The new one is doing everything right. Calls (not texts) a couple days in advance to make plans for the weekend, sends the cute "had a great time" text after we've hung out, tolerates my girlfriends, gives me space in the bar to talk to other people I know, shoots me non-creepy compliments, wants to spend time with me, actually asks questions and listens to my answers. Yep. Everything perfectly right. RANT: Zero physical attraction on my part. I mean zero. And I find myself saying things like, "I have too much respect for him to lead him on" which is exactly the shit the whatever and I would say when we were "together." I dig hanging out with him but it's just not there. The line, "Good on paper, bad in bed" keeps popping up unwittingly in my head at random moments. Fuck you, chemistry. FYI: Not to worry...I fully plan on asking for donations to my therapy fund in lieu of Christmas presents this year. I'm way fucked up.