Rant TheRoommate's relationship ended last night. They've been rocky for a while now, but it didn't need to end it like this. She could have acted like an adult and communicated amicably, but instead she decided to proceed with the emotional maturity of a 13-year old girl, and refuse to accept that she might be at least in a small way partially responsible. Also, NOT LYING would have been a smart decision. Fuck her. He can do better anyways.
Rant: Colicking horses are no fun. Good news is the little mare is okay. She was a good patient. Only horse I know that will drink mineral oil on their own. I don't want to be at work today. I want to be in bed.
Rant: I am having an Office Space type of morning. Paper jam? What paper jam? THERE IS NO PAPER JAM YOU TWATWAFFLE SCANNER. JUST SEND MY SHIT. Not Sure: I got cat called by two women in their 40's who were sitting outside a yogurt shop. I don't even...
Rave: Leaving Saturday for a week in Northern Minnesota. Resting, recharging, lake sports, golfing, and lots of drinking. This could not have come at a better time with so much going on, both good and not so good, and the level of stress I've been under. I can't wait to disconnect for a week and just chill.
Rant: Was using my nail gun last night to do some trim work on the new windows. Guess what i forgot to do last night? Yup turn off the air compressor. 5:36 this morning MRRRRRRRRR 'for fucks sake' as i am walking down stairs to turn it off.
Rant (with a hint of Rave): I'm mortified. We had a potluck luncheon at work today, which we have every 6 months or so. I wanted to try something outside of my comfort-zone so I made sausage and cheese baked inside a wonton wrapper. I made about 100 of ten last night and ate a handful. Before bed I got up and went to the bathroom because I felt sick, not directly connecting it to the sausage wontons since I had other things to eat as well. At the potluck today, everyone was raving about how tasty they were and naturally, I felt like a million dollars. About an hour later (20 minutes ago) people were complaining of a stomach ache and started throwing up and having diarrhea. About 15 out of the 25 people in my office so far. One girl already had to go home because of it. Luckily, there was plenty of food at the potluck so the only one who knows it was from the sausage wontons is me. I feel like a jerk for not making the connection. The rave part is that it's a little funny seeing women run to the bathroom with diarrhea/vomiting. TL;DR: I went out of my comfort zone and people are shitting their brains out.
RANT: Our director has been bitching our our managers saying on performance reviews people should be getting Needs Improvement more - this is bullshit as it fucks you out of your bonus, and hes forcing a quota on people getting Needs Improvement to the managers, has to be one from each team, no exceptions. I'm not supposed to be privy to this, and it's fucked up, however... Rave: The managers of the groups the director managed are all jumping in front of the bullet - theyre giving themselves the Needs Improvement rank rather than dicking their teams.
RAVE: Just reserved a flight deal that will take me to Chicago this fall. Round trip out of NYC for $63. Yeah...I spend that in a bar on a Thursday night let alone for FUCKING FLYING IN A PLANE! It's the weekend before Halloween and it's going to be, downright amazing. I wouldn't mind meeting up with some Chicago TiBer's if there is any interest one night.
rave speaking of NYC I just got back from there. I saw more hot ass there than almost anywhere else in the world. I've got neck whiplash, and almost got run over numerous times due to my wandering eyes. Is it the water, or just walking everywhere? Tibbettes in NYC, well done. rant/rave someone left me a note on my table at Denny's near Grammercey park while I was in the bathroom calling me "cute ". I'm gonna ignore the fact that it was pride weekend, and pretend it was from a girl. rant I am now in possession of a lil wayne jersey, hat, and hipster faux-glasses. I don't know where I went so wrong in my life...
Rant: I found out last week that my Dad who I have not spoken with in six years, is going in to have a massive golf ball size lump removed from his skull. I'd honestly been expecting 'the cancer call' for years, and it was crushing. I locked myself in my room that night and sorta let it all out. Still haven't spoken to the g/f about this. Rant: I learn this from my mother, all the while my brother has known about it for a long time, and never told me. Rant: My Dad hates me, for illogical, irrational reasons I can't even explain. No really... it's baseless. TLR background info: Spoiler He's 66. Divorced when I was 5, but around when I was a kid. Professional bass fisherman, guide, he was a Director for Nor-Cal Bass and taught at a Junior College for years. Needless to say he trained both my brother and I how to fish, and was a great dad when I was a kid. However he also smokes a pack a day, but doesn't drink. Something of a loaner, spends all day in the sun, no sunscreen. Doesn't take care of himself. Hasn't seen a doctor in 20 years. He also pretty much has no one in his life right now other than my brother. Hearing how things have turned out for him in the past 6 years is fucking heart breaking. RANT: Fast forward to today. I've been avoiding the call, but I actually spoke to my younger brother about this development. He tells me 'This is very important' and pretty much unloads a massive amount of information: >Past 6 months he's been mentally losing it. He's not remembering things right. >His speech and verbal communication are failing. Sounds like he's drunk over the phone, and he's been sober for 30 years. >Seems tired, where 6 months ago he was riding his bike and lifting kettlebells. >Writing has gone to shit. His texts and emails are hideous and filled with errors. He used to write articles for magazines, so he's no fool. >He's getting a lot of tests done, and doctors think there's 'a lot going wrong here.' All this makes me think he's suffered some form of stroke. I also wouldn't be surprised if that lump on his head came back as cancer. Wouldn't shock me if they found it elsewhere. He just got healthcare a month ago, so he's going to the doctor now. If I call him I know I'm setting myself up for dealing with an illogical, irrational, bitter old man. Who honestly doesn't know me anymore, but has preconceived notions fueled by who fucking knows what. I'm setting myself up for failure. My Question: To anyone who has had an ornery, difficult father. I see this as a 'damned if you do, damned if you don't' situation. I can't imagine much a positive result coming out of this. He's that stubburn, and given what my brother has told me about his mental state. That makes the situation worse. If I dont do something, I'm going to regret inaction. If I do something, odds are against something positive coming out of this. Granted, baby steps are required. However how should this be approached? if at all? Yes I know I'm asking strangers, but some of you are well rounded individuals.
Rave: I totally forgot about this guy until he popped up on a friend's Facebook feed. I used to work with a guy whose given name is Woody Kalk. Seriously. Woody Kalk. BEST.* NAME. EVER. *Best meaning worst, if it's yours.
Rant: Tapioca is so bad for you but boba drinks are so delicious.... Rant: and I have around 5lbs of that shit in the cabinet. Damn you Amazon! Damn you!
Rant: Four-mile run. Not too bad, right? It's a bit more difficult when it's 110 degrees. I got to about 2.75 miles before I had to walk. Just too overheated. Rave: I love fast food restaurants and their free fountain ice / water.
Rant: Idiots practicing cervical manipulations on me. Today, I became nauseated, dizzy, and I couldn't move for a few minutes afterwards. It's the first time someone has really scared me while practicing. Thanks a lot, fuckface. That was just my vertebral artery being occluded. No big deal. Cunt.
RAVE: Went to hang out with a coworker last night. Fucker took me to a strip club, knowing I see no point to it. I ended up having the most fun I've had in years. Didn't feel like paying $40 for blue balls, but fuck was it fun.
I can't beleive you idiots are ranting and raving about health care when we have real problems going on. Someone stole my lunch from the work refrigerator. I work with grown fucking adults. And when I found out who did it, I will publicly humiliate them in the most creative way possible. I will take suggestions for punishment via rep.