To spin something from our friend Tucker RAVE: What do you call having sex in a fitting room on the 8th Floor of Macy's at Water Tower Place (Downtown Chicago)? Spoiler Monday.
Rave: I stopped by Harbor Freight last night... Your one stop shop for cheap ass shit. I bought a new plug to put on my band saw after someone (see avatar) chewed the fucking cord in half. While there, I got an 18" machete for $4.99. That's right, $4.99! When I got home, my wife said, "What do you need an 18" machete for?" I said, "The question isn't 'what do I need an 18" machete for?', the question is what do I not need an 18" machete for?" So, now my band saw works again. The great pinewood derby car build can start tonight.
RANT Today has been a particularly frustrating day at the old office. I won't bore you with the details, but why, pray tell, do you go to a professional seeking their expertise and judgement if you are going to do whatever the fuck it is that you want anyway. And then argue with you when it doesn't go particularly well. People who are kind of on the "outskirts" of healthcare are the worst too because they think they know stuff when their knowledge is spotty at best. Then they spend so much time trying to impress you with their "knowledge" that they forget to listen. Today is a day that I wish I did something like stock shelves for a living, something where nobody wants to argue with you. Sadly I don't think that I have a rave to balance that out.
Rant: Making grown up decisions. Huge thanks to Ms pussygalore for the help. Rave: I get out of town on Friday to see my family for a week and a half. Going to be nice to get away from the military for a bit.
RANT: 12 hour shift at work started off great with my manager throwing a fit at me because he apparently forgot to change his fucking tampon before he came in. RANT: I can't save people from themselves. I don't think I'm ever going to get past this lesson.
Rave: I work well under pressure. And by under pressure I mean playing LoL instead of studying the night before finals and throwing together three essays and all studying over like 3 hours. Rant: Still kinda strung out on adderall. Rant: Why the fuck am I waiting till 7:30 for a faculty clarinet recital? College makes no sense.
Rant: Blew out a tire on the Vette. Went out last night to get something to eat, had to drive around an accident scene on the way, 5 minutes later my car starts drifting to the left, a few minutes after that I start hearing a thumping and smelling burning rubber, get back and there's a gash in the tire. They're run-flats so I figured I could make it to the shop after work today--no dice. No damage to the car but required 3 hours of sitting on the freeway waiting for a tow truck that could actually take my car show up (the first guy they sent couldn't get the car up on his truck because it sits too low), cost me $55 for the tow ($65 less my $50 USAA deductible and a $20 tip to each of the tow truck guys), and is going to cost me around $500 for new tires. Just for the 2 front tires. Rave: I was going to need new tires soon anyway, so it's not the worst thing in the world, just would've been nice to not have to pay for this until after the holidays. I'll be out of town for most of the next 3 months and will be leaving the car here and barely driving it for that time, so I'll wait and get the rear tires replaced in March. Driving mismatched front and rear tires is generally a pretty bad idea but for a grand total of 5 or 6 driving days I figure I can get away with it. Rave: 2 more hellish days of work, one easy day of work, then Christmas leave. Heading to Mississippi this Friday to see the girlfriend then flying up to Philly the following Tuesday to visit my mom, dog, and old friends. The girlfriend will be flying up to Philly for New Year's...planning on getting a hotel downtown for the night. Really don't want to spend the money for that, particularly after the latest debacle with my tires, but this girl is worth it.
Rave: Loving my new job, much better fit. Rave: Child support is now garnished from the ex. Now I will actually get some help! Rant: There are not enough hours in a day. Ravish: Tomorrow I reach 31. I never thought I'd live this long, I had never thought I'd get past my mid-20's. I'm happy I am here. I am making cookies with my boys and feeling sentimental....especially the 'mental' part.
Rant: Holy crap, I started immunotherapy for seasonal allergies a few months ago, and haven't had any negative reactions to the shots, until tonight. Just started the vial of injections with the strongest dose tonight. I broke out in hives in random places and I ITCH EVERYWHERE. Fortunately, the mass dose of benadryl I took seems to be kicking in and the hives are receding. Rave: hopefully it's a sign that I am in fact allergic to whatever they're injecting me with, and this shit will work. Maybe I won't be the sneezy kid from April to November next year. Rant: I've applied for the same position with a specific company twice in the past year. Last January, they rejected me because they wanted someone with more experience. This time, the recruiter said they thought I did a good job on their case study, but they decided to only hire kids through on campus recruiting, so I am out for having too much experience. Fuck me. At least I got some positive feedback and the guy encouraged me to contact him directly if I see any new postings that suit me. I need to find something better than the boring, phone-it-in trap I've been working at for the past year.
Rave: Just won the play-in playoff game in my fantasy league because Stephen Jackson caught a screen pass and then the Seahawks D got a sack. I was down 33 points, I scored 33.3 with the sack with 40 seconds left. Fuckkkkk yaaaaaaah! *Celebratory fist pump*
Rave: fantastic day. I have my internship next semester and I received a call this morning from a state agency offering me a paid internship. Then, I aced my final exam tonight (the last course exam I'll have to take), and got my paper returned to me as I handed in the exam and got a 97 on it. Amateur mistake cost me a perfect score. After two years in grad school writing a couple dozen papers all in APA format, I listed my references in order of citation whereas they should have been alphabetical. I can't believe I made such a dumb mistake. I wrote four other papers that same weekend, but this was the only one I brain-farted on. Submit a paper tomorrow night while we have a potluck dinner for class, then make a presentation while we have a pot luck dinner in class Wednesday and it's over. Thursday night, one of the professors is hosting a party for the grad assistants at his house. If undergrad had been this way, I might have paid attention more. I want to do a nice relaxing, get pampered vacation with the Mrs. And without the kids in June after commencement and before workforce reentry. Suggestions? Operative words being relaxing and pampered. I'll save a bicycle tour of New Guinea for the next life.
RANT: Got burned on a PayPal/Craigslist scam pretty bad. I would have known sooner if PayPal's customer service wasn't fucking worthless. Basically I sold a pair of tickets to Watch the Throne a bit back, and after talking to this bitch on the fucking phone (a number which now, shockingly, goes straight to automated VM), still got a bogus PayPal email that they managed to disguise as coming from service@paypal.com and now I'm out of $300. Fucking fantastic.
Rant: Have been saddled with dead weight, recent grad at work. He's useless and annoying in general. He just knocked a full glass of water into a box of expensive and slow to arrive computer parts. Water also splashed box of screw drivers. He used his dirty handkerchief to wipe down screw driver box first. Pointed out that nobody gives a fuck about the screw drivers, try and clear the parts before the boxes soak through, he started using the same dirty handkerchief on parts boxes. Ugh. Rant: Who the fuck used handkerchiefs anyway? It's a snot covered rag that you jam in your pocket, then you rub the snot rag on your face to remove snot from your face, and put the rag back in your fucking pocket, and then when you're done you wash it and use it again? Are tissues REALLY that expensive or that bad for the environment? Rant: Typed this from my phone. Just realized how bad I am at typing shit from my phone.
Rave: Knocking off at lunch on Thursday to drink and I have Friday off. Love work at this time of year.
Rant: Was the first seed, and just lost my first round fantasy playoff game because Julio Jones picked this week to go off (after doing nothing for me, while in my lineup, the last 3 weeks), while Vincent Jackson picked this week to do fuck-all. I don't know if I can ever play Fantasy Football again. This is honestly the most disheartening loss ever. I was the number 1 seed, the highest scoring team by about 100 points, and I should've cruised to the finals, but instead I lost to the damn 8 seed by 3 points. 3 points. Ugh, fuck that game.
Rant: I have noticed my auto insurance rates creeping up over the last 6 months so I asked my agent to review my coverage and make some suggestions to reduce the bill. I hate talking to this guy. He sounds like Rain Man. Just review my policy and make some suggestions, I don't have time to sit and chat at work about your pool. All in all I spent a couple hours going back and forth with changes and adding additional renter's insurance and when the bill comes out, and I saved $4 a month. WTF? Rave: I went online last night to a couple other companies to compare pricing and I have been taking it in the ass for a while now. 10 years and not 1 claim and you are almost double these other companies. FUCK YOU ALLSTATE!
Rant: Dear Boss, Remember when you said "Would you mind managing this project? I really don't want to be involved in it any more, and you're more than capable of handling it from this point on"? Fucking stop butting your nose back in to "see how things are going". The time I'm wasting catching you up, and keeping you in the loop (for no other purpose than your own fucking interest) are eating up budget like it ain't no thang. Fuck. Off. Kind regards, Me
Rant: I seriously wonder how much time the girl in the office who organizes all the dumb office parties and sends out all the emails regarding them spends doing actual work. Every day 3 or 4 emails about one party or another. Its fine enough that we have quarterly potluck lunches and an end of the year party, but I don't need constant updates of who's birthday were celebrating when, what kind of cake, and toppings for the impromptu pizza parties. I've gotten 3 god damn IMs today discussing what toppings I want and if I'd be willing to compromise with another one due allergic this and gluten free that. I swear to god bitch, if I get one more message about it and not the report and pitch you should be finishing, I'm shoving that pizza up your ass slice by slice. (Crust first)