Rave: We're finally busy at work. Rant: All the angry phone calls from customers because we're falling behind. I'm not good at being yelled at or more acurately I don't take it well. Explosion imminent. Danger Will Robinson, Danger.
Rave: This week is finally over. Rant: I decided to eschew all grains and 98% of dairy for the next 3 weeks. Ugh.
RAVE: My son's cub scout pack is doing pinewood derby. Can't wait to help my son build his car. Yes, we will build it himself because: RAVIER: There is a parent's bracket. Muahahahahaha. Muahaahahaha! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The design and engineering phases will commence this weekend. I've already started researching. For starters, I'm going to ditch the nails in the kit and go with larger diameter nails. I am going to put them in my high speed drill press and turn them so the grooves are gone, then sand them down until they are like glass. I'm also going to do the same thing with the wheels, so they are perfectly round and smooth. Graphite on the nail/axle thing, too. Suggestions are welcome.
Rant (aka bored): Super bored at work - any ladies on the board also on Pinterest? Wanna be friends - I need some new blood on there! (Any fellows too, but I feel like it's more a lady thing). If you're not on and want an invite, I will be glad to send you one - it's pretty fun! Rave: Got babysitters for the 3 foster kids tonight and our two boys are hanging with their dad this evening. The lady and I are going out to eat and doing some Christmas shopping. Pretty excited for our first kid free evening in a month & a half.
Rave: Finally had my last observation. I have just one more paper to write (which won't be difficult), and I will finally be done. Rant: Of course, my supervising professor showed up late, with literally 30 minutes left for me to teach, and kept me waiting until literally the last possible second to do my final observation (Today was the last day I was supposed to be teaching). Rave: She loved my lesson plan (which I have to admit to being particularly proud of, as I thought it was a great lesson), and I expect a very high grade. Rant: Now I have to find a fucking job. Ugh. There isn't anything for social studies teachers, so it looks like substitute teaching for me for the next six months.
Rave: My wife signed up for more business classes here, and because she went to high school in the US, and not here, she gets extra stipend money. We didn't realize this until they sent her decision. It covers a good portion of our expenses, so life just got way easier.
Rant & Rave Thread Rant: almost 100% that my older doggie has cancer. Based on her age it will probably be terminal as I don't think it's fair to put her through the misery of chemo at 11 so we can have a few more months with her. I have never lost a pet before and I am just trying to hold it together for my flight home.
Rave: I use my tv as my computer screen. PIcture in picture, Cricket on one side, Ice Hockey on the other. Both Live. Just wish I didn't have prior commitments that stopped me drinking this early in the day.
Spoiler I've gone off the deep end. This isn't here for entertainment, for green dots, for attention. I'm posting this because I need it to exist somewhere other than inside my head, because there is precious little room left in there. NSFW RANT: I'm not doing well lately. I don't remember ever feeling this overwhelmed and worn out. I'm sick and tired of being judged by the way I walk and my quiet, shy/awkward glances at people - by the same people who seem to forget that I walk in every day and go out of my way to bring up their moods and show an interest in them as people. It's maddening to look at someone who judges me without knowing me, and knowing full well (and this is something my therapist agrees with me one) that if you took them all, and let them live my life, most of them would have willingly checked out- permanently - a long time ago. I'm tired of the conflict between refusal to keep caring about the opinions of others, and wondering why this pattern hasn't broken in two decades. I'm tired of having an empathy for people who I shouldn't even notice, and not being able to turn that off. I'm fucking physically ill with listening to my brother. Not because he's wrong or unjustified in anything he confides to me, but because the more he confides, the more I realize that my parents are two severely fucked-up people who use my brother only as a pawn against each other. He's treated like a new puppy - give him attention when he's there for the weekend, or just moved in, but within a month of living with him he's ignored or abused. They are the ones who chose to be irresponsible and pass on a legacy of mental instability, emotional abuse, and social dysfunction on to my brother and I, who are doing more to improve themselves and our circumstances than our parents ever will; to see these two act as if he is a toy for their convenience fills me with absolute rage. A lot of the shit on my plate is my responsibility, my fault for the choices I made, but goddamn both of them for what they've done to my brother. I look at that kid, and I see a miracle. He has an empathy, for people, for animals, and it's amazing to see it still there after the life he's had. A lot of it has been buried under the anger he's trying to get rid of, but it's still there. At 16, he has more maturity and strength in him than I did at that age, and it infuriates me to see how hard he has to struggle to come to terms with what he's been handed. All I can do is hear him out, and try to help him avoid the same mistakes I made, but that isn't enough. I have no problem having his back, but when I'm the only person he can rely on to talk to, to share things with, there is a serious fucking issue that needs to be addressed.
Rave: Final Exams coming! That means the semester's almost over, and then everyone can chill for 4 weeks. Rant: Sick as a dog. I caught the crud going around my program, yet I'm going into cadaver lab anyway because I NEED to. Skulls, heads, and necks are hard and shit, yo. We dissected the face the other day and it was like a hot mess of nerves, arteries, glands, and melanoma. This should be interesting.
hopeful Rave: Well a shit pot of B12 and my girl as at least eating again which means we can keep her strength up a bit longer and might open up some more treatment options. It also means we can bring her home from the vet today. I seriously thought she wouldn't be able to come home again. Not out of the woods by any stretch, but I will take small victories right now.
Rave: Suck it ENGR280 (Economics for Engineers), Easiest A+ ever. For the report that we started at 10pm on Monday and finished at 6 am Tuesday to be handed in at 11:30 am, 13/15 The presentation, put together in 35 minutes, and practiced in the hour prior to presentation, 9/10 Final Grade - 91%. Rant: Exam season Dealing with a course I really have no idea what is going on with, the professor is fucking useless. We had this exchange in the last day of class with him. Student: Can we get a copy of the formula sheet? Prof: No Student: Really, the formula's are on the textbook website, and we want to know what we should memorize and what we shouldn't Prof: Fine, you can come to my office and look at it on Monday (test is Tuesday) 2nd Student: Can we get a practice test, like an old final exam? Prof: No, I dont do that: 2nd Student: Anything you can do to help us prep for this exam? Prof: uhh.... Class proceeds to groan, and everyone just leaves. Fucking idiot. I hate the fact he teaches the course, the man is beyond fucking useless. The only reason we learned anything is that the TA managed to teach the course in the 1hr tutorial block each week. FUUUUUUUUCK
RAVE: I get to take a class taught by the former Secretary of State for my last semester of college. This was one thing I definitely wanted to do before I graduated.
Rave: A while back I wrote about buying some baseball cards. I bought them for $180 and sold off 100 Cal Ripken rookie cards for $300 and gave the rest away. I kept 11 Cal Ripken rookies from the 1982 Traded set and sent them off to be graded. I ended up with 3 graded 9, 5 graded 8, and 2 graded 7. One came back as altererd and ungradable. Cost of grading was damn near $300, so I was about $180 in the hole with the deal. Today I finally saw the fruits of my labor. I sold the 2 7's for $114 and 2 of the 8's for $151. I still have the 3 9's which should sell for at least $150 each, so I will make money off this deal. RAVE part duex: My 11 year old niece is an awesome writer! I was going over her schoolwork and noticed how well written and imagantive it was. Her mom then showed me a story she'd written. All I can say is "Wow." I thought I had a wild imagination, she has a better one. I need to buy her a dictionary so she gets a bigger vocabulary though.
Rant: I can't fucking sleep. Work is going to be fucking rough tonight. Rant: It's December and I have no idea what the fuck I am doing with my life. FUCK.
FUCK!!!!!! What the hell MSU!? Really!!?? Rave: Can't be too upset. I have an awesome girl coming to visit for the day tomorrow. Super pumped!! Small rave: my bumper settled nicely...no gaps at all.
RAVE: Vicodin. So mushy and sentimental and spaghetti-armed after a 12 hour day of work followed by a night of drinking. QUESTION: How hard is it to find a liver donor? Thinking I'll be in the market soon.
Rant: FWB left about a half hour ago, and I'm wide awake. What in the hell is this? I'm really trying to ignore the leftover wings I have from the ale house, but I probably won't hold out much longer. Rave: Cotto got revenge on Margacheato. And it was actually a good fight. Rave: Rewatching an actually decent GSL finals.
RantyetRave: Tales from the Retail Front.... I took over at a high volume store. My first day was yesterday, where I had an associate call in because "it was too cold." I shit you not, TOO COLD. I offered to get her a ride, had another associate ready to get Miss Priss, and she still refused. Look at her file and find that she calls in frequently for really stupid excuses. Consult my boss, call her back and explain that I would no longer inconvenience her, she's fired. I think I heard her jaw hit the floor. The employee I closed with asked if I had any pills, because she "likes them all." I tell her no and then she invites herself over, with the promise that she can drink two bottles of vodka in, "like, ten minutes." Yeah. I don't party with my employees. What retard employee announces this to her boss? I have to laugh, 'else I'll cry....