Who the fuck are these CrossFit gyms and who the hell is their clientele? A. Unless they're offering a SHIT TON more programming than a WOD a day and coaching during the WOD, those people aren't getting their money worth. I mean, I'm talking a mobility class, a pure strength class, and some open gym time, at the least. B. Even then...$200 is retarded. Gah. Anyway.
rant: end of the semester, that magically insane time of year when so many projects are due. 5 papers/projects plus 2 PowerPoint presentations all due by 12/14, plus a comprehensive final on 12/12. Oh, and our last class when when we present one of our projects? Let's make it a potluck supper, too! Sue, I'll have plenty of time that week to throw together a dish for 12. Rave: it's the end of an hellacious semester. Rant: the grad school comps got moved up to 1/13, so guess what I'm doing over Christmas break? Then certification exam in March, then LCDC licensure exam in June, followed by the National Counselors Exam for my LPC. FML w/ this BS. Rave: coffee and ADHD Rx.
Rave: Passed my Windows Server 2008 exam! The last time I took it, I failed, so this is good! Hooray for bonuses again! Rant: Two more to go until I get a nice bump in my pay scale.
Rave: I finally had a good,productive product demo with a prospect after over three months into the damn job. Every once in awhile a spinning tire catches a rock. Rant: I've got more catching up to do until my confidence level is where it needs to be. I get caught in negative attitude death-spirals way too easily. Rave: I'm headed down to Lincoln this weekend to see my girlfriend. We've got plans set for a winery tour, visiting a couple of great restaraunts, and having too much sex. Distance makes the heart grow fucking horny. Rant: I'm missing the company party as a result. My co-workers aren't bad, and drinking free beer from my bosses never hurts.
RANT: I've only been up for three hours, but everything that's happened today has pissed me off. Just little things, like how the lock on my car just jammed for some reason, so I've had to crawl in through the passenger side like an idiot. Then we had a practice exam in one of my classes that could count for the real exam if you did well on it, but I totally shit the bed even though I thought I would ace it. I could go on. I probably just need to get laid. Or start smoking pot again. Or both.
Rant: Jesus fucking Christ grandpa I know you're bored but do you have to call me for lunch every single day?!?! If I'm not doing anything can I drive you an hour to Bally's so you and your friend only have to take one car? I feel guilty but no, no I will not.
Rave: Just got tickets to see Jim Gaffigan in March. While on the phone ordering them, 2 seats opened up in the 3rd row right in the middle. fuck yeah.
Rave: My new video card. Sapphire HD6850, not nearly top of the line, but it has the best bang for the buck. Rave: I know the delivery driver, so he came to work to give it to me, which he isn't supposed to do. I get to play with it tonight, instead of finding the slip in my mailbox and getting it tomorrow. Rant: I hate being smart with my money, i really didn't need a better video card, but i wanted one.
Rave: Apparently, people have been signing up for reddit.com all day just to comment on how awesome my 92 year-old uncle Dick is. http://www.reddit.com/r/funny/comments/mv2fl/meet_my_uncle_dick_hes_92/
Rant: I've been given the task of providing a cost/benefit analysis for a project while being told that sunk costs are valid and should be taken into account as project costs. Wonderful. Rave: One day of work left until two week vacation!
RAVE: Some of you might remember on the old board when there was a fund raiser for Marcus Luttrell for his dog DASY that was killed by a some punks in Texas. Marcus Luttrell was the Navy SEAL who wrote "Lone Survivor", a book about how he survived a days long firefight, and the other members of his team were killed. DASY was his yellow lab named after his teammates, and some young fuckheads shot her, then beat her with a bat. They finally went to trial, and all were found guilty today. Prison is too good for these fuckheads. I would rather they get used as non-padded training dummies for police dogs, but hey, at least those fucking cocksuckers are in prison. RIP DASY.
RANT: Work has been stupidly busy. Mapped out the newCorp's org chart, comparing what it should be to what it actually is, and I'm currently wearing 7 hats in the company. Stupid amount of work, with way more reactive crap than anything... just struggling to keep the head above water. No free time for the past few weeks. Haven't been around here at all for a couple of weeks. (Missed me, haven't ya?) RAVE: December 7th Board meeting that will finally get rid of two morons that are at the top of the org chart. They have no skills or experience doing what they need to do, and were only hired because they were friends of the founder... never had their skills vetted to see if they could actually do the job. Their bullshit has been directly responsible for my salary tripling this month. Threatened to bail, and handed over my terms for staying on. They tried to come in way low, so I raised the terms 20%. The Board realized that they're fucked, so ponied up the cash. It's going to be a good Christmas.
Rant: I am nearly 23 years old and I'm getting married in Feb. What the acne, batman? Rave: They make drugs for these kinds of problems.
Rant: Just accidentally sneezed into a freshly made bowl of chocolate chip cookie batter. The girlfriend is not happy.
Rant: My 18 month old is throwing up like crazy. A bad little bug is going around. She hasn't thrown up for over a year and has really only one other time, even when a little baby. We've been fortunate in that regard. We know it's nothing serious, but it still is going to be a little bit of a nervous night. She's just laying here peacefully, finally asleep. The wife and I are going to alternate as needed so we both at least get some sleep. We've set up shop in guest bedroom so our master stays hopefully bug free (not likely as this is a bad one going around, we're both probably doomed to get it). RAVE: Looking down at this poor little baby, knowing I won't get much sleep tonight, I wouldn't trade this for the world.
RANT: Unlike everything here seems to think, I'm almost positive my dad isn't daredevil... just another blind lawyer.. But daredevil must be out there somewhere...