Rant: Are you fucking serious? Not only is a divorce eminent, but neither of his parents will probably be at the wedding. Put your shit aside for ONE day to support your firstborn child in the start of his marriage.
RANT/RAVE: At the gas station today I saw a black guy buying a bottle of grape soda. I laughed. RAVE: The girl saw it too and laughed also.
Rave: I was supposed to have a ladyfriend over for dinner, but she unfortunately got held up at work and had to cancel at the last minute. Why is this a rave you ask? Because now I get a delicious salmon dinner while watching not one, but TWO Starcraft II live streams (MLG Qualifiers and IPL Team Arena) in my undies. Oh yes.
Rave: Getting over $80 in cash rewards because of last month alone from Amex. Rant: I spent enough money last month to get over $80 back. Rant: With all the shit I have coming down the pipe last month will barely be a blip on the radar.
Rant: My oldest daughter turns 18 on Saturday. Where does the time go? Rave: She'll always be daddy's little girl. Rant: I have to sit through "Woman in Black." Rave: Red velvet cupcakes!
Rant: Saw the doctor this morning and confirmed ear infection. Fucking uncomfortable. Rave: Haha, 69 rep points. Giggity giggity.
Rant: I hate my job. I hate that my boss wants to argue with me over a £4 expense for going to see one of his clients on the tube and he can't charge them for it. I hate that he won't ask me directly but has the accountant ask me. Rave: I think I should be able to find another one relatively soon. Rave: http://www.tuckermax.com/stories/tucker-max-punks-celebs-gets-banned/ Easily one of the funniest things I have read in a long time. Made my day better.
Rant: a train just derailed behind our building. Enter every news crew in the area. Rave: I'm glad I wore makeup today.
Rant: Ear infection is annoying the absolute shit out of me. Rave: We won cricket today on the last ball of the game. Massive Rave: The timetable for Melbourne Soundwave is out. Going to be fucking awesome. System of a Down do an hour and a half set. Only one clash for me between Manson and Machine Head. http://images.soundwavefestival.s3.amazonaws.com/SW12/TT/SW12-TT-BRIS.pdf
Rant: Driving an hour one way to do laundry is getting god damn ridiculous. Rant: Discouraged as all fuck about life and all the things I need to get it in order.
Rant: Being the boss sucks at times. I have spent at least 15 hours this week building a fraudulent transaction case against one of my own employees, all while smiling at her and playing nice. My company wants to catch her red handed so she has to pay restitution. Here is the mental part: I swear she is somewhat retarded. I don't know if her mom dropped her on her head or drank heavily while pregnant or both, but she is 24 and just incredibly socially and learning challenged. (I didn't hire this one, inherited her.) The problem is that she has far too many questionable cash returns, her drawer is short DAILY and she just is all around slow and weird. She buys me gifts and tells me that she loves me "more than chocolate." Her returns have clearly invented names and random fake phone numbers. I am not permitted to address the return issue because LP wants to catch her. She cries to me that her ex who cheated on her is fucking with her. AARRRGGGHHH. I honestly want her gone, I just feel GUILTY for putting her out of work. I have been advised to be bitchier all around to my employees, I don't know how! When you spend 50 hours a week with six people, it's hard to just be "The Boss." Rave: My LP manager was astonished at the info I collected in a short period of time before I made the call. I just wanted to be certain before I made an accusation, but he was most impressed and joked that if I get bored with my store I should call him. This has resulted in my DM being most appreciative of my paperwork and attention to detail. Ra?: I just spent $1,400 on new tires, alignment and window tinting. The car looks sexy but damn!! At least I have the comfort to do it...
Spoiler for long, annoying mother-in-law rant Spoiler Rant: Tried to make a tongue-in-cheek comment on facebook last night, and my mother-in-law commented on it, and she clearly didn't get the joke. She then proceeded to say that we should name our child after her dead sister. This is a rant for two reasons: 1) she has been pushing baby names for months because she thinks we don't have one (we do) and she hates the ones we've mentioned (including ours). And 2) It is indicative of everything that annoys me about her, in that she must respond to everything on facebook, whether she gets it or not. Everything. Literally, every single post anyone makes and she has to respond to it. There was a point where my entire news feed was her bullshit posts. She brought her iPad (which she calls her "Facebook machine") to my SuperBowl party and proceeded to read every single post she saw from her friends out loud. My wife finally told her that no one cares, but she just got all defensive and played the guilt card. God damn it. I sure am glad I spent all that money to buy her an iPad for her to use it exclusively for facebook and for making everyone miserable! She doesn't even call us anymore. She sends us facebook messages because she assumes we are on it as much as she is. My wife again had to yell at her to just fucking use her phone to get a hold of us, because it isn't normal to spend 15 hours a day on facebook. She brings her iPad to CHURCH! She sits in church and checks facebook. This is a 50 year old woman, sitting in church, during a sermon, and checking her facebook! I keep waiting for Jesus to come down and personally smack her upside her head. This is the same woman that would throw her son's cell phone if he texted while talking to her. Finally, I told her that we are not posting pictures of the baby on facebook. I told her we'd post one picture, and only one, for the birth announcement, and we didn't want her posting any either. We explained that when pictures go on facebook, they'll never, ever be private again, and we don't want that. She went ballistic about how she wanted to post pictures of her grandbaby and show her off to everyone and blah blah blah. She even started crying. I was fucking floored. I finally had to straight up tell her this was zero tolerance. She puts any baby pictures of our kid on facebook without our permission, which we have already denied to her, and she's not seeing the kid. She will respect our wishes. Rave: I have the ability to limit what she sees on my facebook page, and she will see very little. I also have the ability to hide my posts from her, which I will. I also hid all of her posts, so I don't see them anymore. Now if I could only hide her stupid fucking iPad from her, and get her weaned off her crack addiction that is facebook. Rant: My wife woke me up last night with her snoring. No big deal, except I was wearing ear plugs. She woke me up despite the fact that I was wearing fucking ear plugs. I couldn't hear myself slam a door, but I heard her snoring. Fuck. Rave: That guest room we finished a while back? Yeah, that bed is pretty comfortable. I think I'll be using it a bit more until the baby gets here.
Rant: Shit water was spilled everywhere because I had to take a dump and only too late realized there were signs of toilet trouble. Rant: I used it this morning and it worked perfectly. My roommate was in the bathroom before I left and as I was sitting on the john, noticed some eerily suspicious signs but was too committed to investigate. Like, a trail of water on the floor around the toilet bowl area. And suspiciously low water levels in the bowl. Rant: This is the second time I've had to deal with this shit (this time for real) since I've rented this shithole of an apartment. Both times, my roommate has been MIA. To top it off, he never cleans shit unless I prod him to. Rant: These rants read like paranoid ramblings. Rave: At least the bathroom is clean?
So far Saturdays don't get better than this. Rave: Woke up only because of the sun streaming through the blinds. I forgot to set my alarm last night and you know what? Fuck it. Best thing ever to sleep until your body tells you "hey, time to wake up". Rave: Still went straight to the gym. And what do I hear as I walk in instead of the shitty dance/hip hop crap they normally have playing through the speakers? Inspired, I had it playing on repeat on my phone through my warm-up. You know what Kenny Loggins does to a regular warmup? He places it squarely in the DANGER ZONE. Rave: Since I have absolutely nothing scheduled until later, I took the time to make a huge post-training breakfast, diner style. On the menu? Hash browns, bacon, sausage, buttered toast and sunny-side up eggs. OM NOM NOM.
Rant Waking up at 6am from some mouse or whatever creature it was, scratching furiously inside the walls. Those little fuckers always seem to make their way into the attic and scurry around during the night. I ended up staying up till 430 last night anyway...but just when I thought I was in a deep sleep. NOPE I had to keep moving around to pinpoint where the rodent was at in the walls and beat my fist a few times to try to scare it off. That is by far one of the most MIND NUMBING sounds I've ever witnessed.
So I've been doing a ton of driving already this weekend. And yeah, the new car makes it so much better. The downside? Still a lot more driving to go. But, hopefully a casino trip or two to try and build my stake back up.