That was a bit premature. The irritation of the morning was trivial compared to the two-minute span in which I almost got into two accidents. Just an aside, when I'm going 45 and someone going 35 cuts over right on my nose, I see red. I think of doing unspeakable things to them and everything they ever loved. I think nuclear holocaust. I know they think it's ok because they flipped their signal on a millisecond before making me footfuck my brake pads, but they're wrong. So when those above numbers are replaced by 75 and 65, I'm pretty much at a loss for words. Thank God I knew I was clear to cut over and go around. Not even two minutes later, a skeleton in a Buick tried to cut over into the exact spot I was in. But hey, that's what work is for right? So people have money for things like alcohol and discreet corpse disposal. Right?
Rave:Nephews baptism went well yesterday, I did the photography, and got some great shots. Also, I got to meet a bunch more of my wife's cousins, including her cousin who plays pro hockey. Thank god they are related, cause he is one of the most handsome dudes I have ever met.
Rave: Daughter has been great the past couple of days, and sleeping like a champ. She is asleep by 9, and she sleeps until at least 3 AM, if not 5 or 6. Awesome. Rant: Despite her sleeping so great, my wife still won't let me put her in her crib in the other room. She is getting a little big for her bassinet, and quite frankly, I'm tired of sleeping with the lights on (even if they are dim). Rave: Only 3 more weeks, then the wife agreed to let the kid sleep in her own room.
Rant: Not sure why but today has sucked...maybe still shaking off my hangover from yesterday. Either way I'm due for a good workout.
rave: This weekend, I took a plane ride on the Hudson River scenic route, right next to the new WTC tower. Manhattan is gorgeous at night. Rave: I also managed to get up on a wakeboard for the first time! Woot! Rave: Saw Tom Sach's Mars project at the Park Ave Armory, it was awesomely done. Rant: Man, coworkers can be bitches. Just nasty email after nasty email about something that had nothing to do with me. I'm going to be nice to her even if it kills me, I couldn't bear it to stoop down to her seriously evil level.
Rant: A guy I worked with was fucking around this morning with a spray bottle, acting like he was going to spray me and he (accidentally) sprayed straight bleach directly into my ear hole. BLEACH IN MY EAR HOLE!! Rave: I have a date tonight. Rant: I need to leave my house in 20 minutes and I'm still naked with wet hair sitting at the computer.
Rave: Said in lab by a prof: "You're going to learn X in the fall. If you're still here." It made my afternoon.
Rave: Got around to actually polishing off the water marks on my back window and sun roof. Sore arm is worth it to be able to see out of the summabitch's. One more pass tomorrow, and they'll be invisible. Then it's off to the windows and windshield.
Rant: I've been in a pissy mood all day, which is important for me to remember as I type this rant. The luster of my new job seems to be wearing off. It's far better than my old one, in nearly every way (although I don't get paid significantly more), but I am still bored. I am totally unchallenged, unfulfilled, you name it. I'm capable of doing a hell of a lot more than I am now. Where the fuck do people find interesting jobs?
WTF, Jays? Brett Lawrie is like Tom Brady: he's awesome, but he can't win the game on his own. Bitta help, here.
Rant: Third interviewer (for a damned customer service job) was a raging cunt. Rave: Took a poop with my Ipad. I cannot remember being this well entertained.
Rave: Date on Wednesday. Rant: First one in years because of my social anxiety. Rave: Best foot forward and so on.
Rant: I only went swimming this morning for 15-20 minutes but holy SHIT it wiped me out for the entire rest of the day. I hope that means it was a good work out.
Rave: Played paintball for the first time as I celebrated my birthday this weekend with some friends. We went to an outdoor facility with 50 acres of space and never played on the same field twice. It was awesome and I love it. I got off lucky as this was the only shot that left a mark on me. Spoiler It’s definitely a sport I’d like to get into. I’m starting to do research on guns and may pick one up.
Rant: I think I may have lost my cat. It's always noteworthy when he doesn't greet me at the door, but it's always because he's sleeping somewhere.When two other roommates came home after me and he didn't appear, I started to get nervous. I ask the roommate who got home before me if he had seen him, and he said no he noticed he didn't come to greet him either. So I started looking all around the apartment in all his weird hiding spots, and all those strange places where the thing you're looking for is obviously not going to be, but hey maybe he is between the fridge and the cabinet. He's nowhere to be found. He likes to run out our front door, so I walked up and down both our stairwells and around each of the floors and in the basement. No luck. My biggest fear is that, we've been having some roach problems and - while I always clean up the Raid after spraying in cat-reach-worthy places - my roommates probably don't, so I'm worried that maybe he licked up some poison and has crawled somewhere weird to die. My second biggest fear is that he got outside, which seems so implausible. He'd have to sneak through two doors without someone noticing. Or,maybe someone thought a stray cat got in and let him out on purpose. What if he got run over, or indoctrinated into a stray cat gang or in a fight? Even if he did get out, though, hopefully he's just exploring and will come back when he's hungry. What I'm hoping has happened is that someone saw him hanging around the stairwell, and took him into their apartment. I put up a sign on the front door just in case someone saw him or has him. Although I don't know why they wouldn't put up a sign. Unless they were planning on stealing him. Rant: I've been crying about this for two hours now. I calmed down a little after my big hunt, and I was sitting in bed eating ice cream out of the carton when one of my male roommates came in to check on me. And then I started crying again into my carton of ice cream. I have gone nine months without having to put my poor male roommates through standing awkwardly by while their female roommate cries. It was not fun. I am trying to relax, eat dessert, and watch funny TV to distract myself so I can just fall asleep, and hopefully when I wake up there will be an answer to everything. Rant: I MISS MY CATTTTTTTTTTT.
Rave Well, the first month and a half in Chicago resulted in landing a whopping one phone interview with some HR underling which wound up leading to nothing whatsoever. Just today I get three phone calls (after dropping a metric shit ton of resumes over the weekend) and one lead to a face to face interview with one of the top staffing agencies for placing accounting/finance job seekers. Don't I just feel like the prettiest girl at the dance.
Rant: So many shady car dealers. I'm shocked at the shit they tell me to my face when they know I'm a decently informed buyer... can only imagine the poor old ladies and mechanically disinclined they swindle. Rave: 82, 96, 96, 88... those are the temps for the next 4 days. Gorgeous sunny days. Rave: Jeep'n w/ no top, windows, or doors.
Rant: Okay seriously what the FUCK. The large cup of tea on my desk is not a decoration and I actually drink from it, so trying to swat it aside so you can be a creepy as fuck close-talker is going to make it spill everywhere, including on both of my (relatively good) pairs of headphones. Rant: No don't bother saying anything or trying to help. Just watching me swear and have to make three trips to get more paper towel because you spilled my tea all over my fucking desk is totally an adequate amount of help. Rant: Stay the fuck away from me you never-showering, poor oral hygiene, clumsy tactless fuck.