RAVE: One of my best friends got married over the weekend and the wedding was an absolute blast. The venue ended up being awesome, and for a small town, it turned out to be pretty cool. RANT: I ran magnificent game and was making out with the cute maid of honor in hallways prior to the after party. I put the brakes on this after my friend informed me about her ridiculously skanky nature. Like not "oh she is kind of slutty" but more like "im aware of a few people she hooked up with who definitely could have given her things that would be unpleasant to your groin". I wish I had known that as I would have looked elsewhere. RAVE: The girl danced like she was paid for it, and I immensely enjoyed myself and somehow avoided a hangover. Overall success.
Rant: DOING TAXES IS STUPID AND I HATE IT. Especially since, even though I had one job last year, fucking Google changed their payroll company every three months and it makes things so confusing. And I think I'm missing a W2 from one of the payroll companies, but I'm not sure, because I also have a W2 from what I guess is my parent-company's-parent-company or SOMETHING (because why would they tell us anything?) that I only got from 2010 when I was an independent contractor with them right at the beginning. But I never was an independent contractor in 2011 so why am I getting one from them now? Is it representing the time I was expecting a W2 from that other payroll company? When I add everything together it seems way too low to actually be what I made last year so I feel like I'm missing something somewhere, but I still don't understand where this one W2 is coming from and fuck you, missing payroll company, for not sending me a W2. GAHHH I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT OR DOING.
FUCKIN A RANT: Who got scammed on Craigslist? This girl.... I can't believe I fell for this bait and switch/nonworking not as advertised bullshit. I definitely contacted him and gave him the chance to give me my money back. Now an officer is coming, and I will go to small claims court. I also have everything documented very well. I'm a fool. Fuckfuckfuckfuckcufkccckc
Rave: New Tenacious D album coming out. Rant: Album art reminds me of something, but I can't put my finger on it. It'll come eventually, I guess. Ah, nevermind, it's too hard. Spoiler
Rant: So much work to do. I think I started way too late on the summer internship seeking. 3 15-20 page papers due in a month, finished a midterm today, another midterm next Wednesday and a problem set due in between just for fun. Also need to start looking for a new place to live for next semester. All this shit makes me not want to do anything. Also, I miss my gal. Spring break was nowhere near enough time together.
Pathetic rant spoilered: Spoiler Rant: Half day subbing at a middle school, and my first day there. I have never been to this school (it is a new building, although I attended the school in their old building, and know many of the teachers). I am unreasonably nervous, mostly because it is 6th graders, and that is the absolute youngest I've ever dealt with and I am NOT looking forward to it, but also because I've never been to this building, never been inside it, and have zero idea what I am doing (i.e. where to park, where to go in, where the classroom is, etc). I really need to work on my pathetic anxiety when going to new places I've never been before. I fully realize this level of nerves is irrational, because everyone has a first day someplace, and no one really cares, but my Achilles heel in life has always been a high level of anxiety in new and unfamiliar situations. Once I get there and settle in a bit, I'll be fine, but until then I'll be stupidly nervous. I wasn't nearly this nervous going to the high school, or even to student teach. What the fucking fuck? Rant: I could not be more of a whinny bitch right now. Rave: After today, I can introduce myself to the other teachers, tell them I am licensed, and get myself on some sub lists so I can get more days. Plus, after today, I'll feel about a thousand times more comfortable going back, as I will have done it before. It is just the first time that turns me into a sniveling, whinny bitch.
Rant: The vagina monologues are at it again. Uhh yeah, that must be a recent development. Rave: The comedic fall out is worth it. Rave: Getting my bills in line finally. Student loans aren't paid off, but it's become manageable. Rave: Programming is finally starting to make some sense. I'm still a hack, but at least now I can solve problems without looking at resources. Rave: The world is ending in a few months so I get to forget about all this shit. December will be here soon enough. I hope this rapture delivers. The last one was so boring.
Rant: Goddammit, I am never in the right place at the right time. http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Canada/2012/03/28/19561056.html
Rave: So of course everything went extremely well. I actually got to talk to the teacher before she left, which is rare for subs, but made my life much easier. Once she found out I was a licensed teacher, she was thrilled and told me she'd request me from now on because she knows she can leave actual lesson plans instead of just movies for the kids to watch. She also told me she'd spread the word about me being licensed and able to teach, so I should see my requests at the middle school jump significantly. I also spoke with one of the team leaders on Sunday, and he told me he'd spread the word to get me more calls. Double Rave: Her last two periods of the day are prep, which for a sub is code for "leaving early," (unless they have bus duty or something, which she did not). Rant: I had to tell them I couldn't sub tomorrow or Friday, because my wife is due literally any minute now, and I figured it would be easier to tell them I can't work than to go in and find out I have to leave half way through the day because she goes into labor. Next week is Spring Break, so I won't get called next week, and I told them the week after that I am available and ready to go every day after that. Rave: Everyone seemed thrilled to actually have a licensed teacher, so hopefully that will translate into more calls and work. Apparently, most subs are just grandmas or college kids who have never set foot in front of a class before. Also found out that because I am licensed, I will be making $10 more an hour than other subs. It ain't much, but its something.
RAVE: It's beautiful day, so I'm going with my sister and a couple of friends to eat Mexican food, drink too many Margaritas, and sneak a shitload of booze into the drive-in.
RAVE! The university offered me the position! They are trying to work it out so I can finish clocking my internship hours on the new job and start before commencement which would awesome--director salary, not intern pay. This is cause for celebratory coitis. Enjoy it and let me know how it was.
So I'm moving to NH this Sunday and in about five minutes I managed to come up with a list of 25 places/things/websites that would need to be notified of an address change and I'm sure I'm missing something! Christ, there has got to be an easier way of doing this. If it wasn't for hackers, I'd love some kind of central address registry to change it in one place and be *done*.
Rave: I found out today that my application to be transferred over to the chat team at Planned Parenthood was accepted! I really wanted to because a) I hate talking on the phone b) they focus almost solely on the educational aspect of the job which I strongly prefer and will more directly relate as experience for what I want this to lead into anyway c) it seems less stressful and less emotional, and even amusing from what I overhear them laughing about when they talk about the crazy questions they get d) they work later which works better with my backwards inner clock so hopefully I can add hours to my week So, hopefully it'll be as good as I'm expecting. I already had a taste of what I'll be experiencing more of when I had to assure a mother on the phone today that her 13 year old daughter would still be a virgin even if she used a tampon. And hopefully I won't get fired when I can't help but respond to a question like "Will giving head give you a nosebleed" with "Only if you're doing it right." Rave: I GOT ME SOME MOTHERFUCKING GIRL SCOUT COOKIES AND I'M NOT TELLING ANY OF MY ROOMMATES BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO SHARE. I had to go into the butthole of Brooklyn to get them, though. What the hell? Why would they choose there of all places to have their Brooklyn pop-up shop?
Rave: I get to fly 200ft at 120 knots tomorrow. Rant: The route is awful. Who the hell wants to fly over just trees, dirt roads, and some unplanted farmers fields? Rave: After tomorrow, I'll only have 13 flights left at my fleet training squadron. Rave: All next week are my seven night flights. Rant: Seven flights in four days is going to be rough preparing for and flying.
Pre-emptive rant: Moving this weekend, and I haven't done shee-it to prepare except call to have electric & gas turned on. Fortunately, I own almost no stuff, but I still foresee unforeseen problems. Known unknowns, you know. Rave: Picking up the keys tomorrow!
RAVE: I'm winning the $500,000,000 Mega Millions on Friday. Callin' my shot like Babe Ruth. RAVE: Seriously though, a lot of members have responded to my "Can someone help me with this" post asking for coins from foreign countries for my son. I've got stuff coming from AUS, Europe, etc. You guys may be assholes, but you're my kind of assholes. You have helped my charity volleyball team, and you're helping me encourage my little guy with his love for geography on his 8th birthday. I *heart* you guys. RANT: I've been helping a buddy of mine try to get his fat ass in shape at the gym. He tries hard, works hard, and doesn't bitch. All he wants is some pussy (24 year old virgin)... He's a great kid, and I see a ton of potential in him. I made him swim today. My knee is so fucked up, I can't even frog kick. Ortho surgeon on Monday, my bet is on MCL and ACL both being ruptured.
Rant: apparently a locked knee qualifies as an emergency because the loose cartilage can cause further damage. If only my gp had known this... Rave: specialist isn't fucking around. Saw him at 10:45 this morning and I'm typing this from my hospital room about to have surgery. Wish me luck!
RAVE: How do you get over a bendy heart (besides my best attempt at landing in rehab)? Nail the fuck out of a new guy. I'm gonna be smiley and sore for awhile. Thanks new guy. You are a filthy pervert and just what I needed. RAVE: Getting a text from old lover I've been in contact with to pleasure me just as I pull up to new guy's house. RANT: While both of these are rockstars in bed, I like my sweet boy that bendied my heart.