RANT: Boss told me last week that yesterday through Sunday is the week that will give final determination on my raise. Yesterday went great. Today was extra busy because he didn't have me do shit yesterday that could have been done yesterday, but I didn't want to argue with him. This morning I made the mistake of taking my SSRI. I've found in the past week that taking it at night makes sleep difficult. This morning I nailed down the fact that taking it when I get up makes me tired. Go fucking figure. This meant I could not concentrate very well. Then I got tapped for a delivery that took up 1 1/2 hours in the middle of the day. Then, for the first time in years, I cut myself. I should have gotten stitches, but instead held pressure on it for 30 minutes until it stopped bleeding, otherwise the shift manager would have had to finish my shit and thus missed her dad's retirement party. I would imagine this showed some determination and selflessness. Apparently all I showed was that by being at work until 5, I'm too slow. Nevermind that minus the delivery, I would have been out at a very reasonable 330. Better yet, I have a coworker who I haven't spoken to in a week other than "Yes" or "No" complain to the boss that the way I talk to her is disrespectful. What. The. Fuck.
Small Rant: I spent 2 hours at the dealership this morning getting my oil changed and tires rotated. This was the only morning I didn't have class at 8, so I made an appointment for 7 and showed up before the garage opened its doors. The associate told me it would be "about an hour". Sorry, asshole, but if it's going to be more like 2 hours maybe that's the estimate you should give. How the hell does it take that long to do that first thing in the morning? Other customers came and left while I waited. Just an irritating way to start the day. I think that maybe there was some kind of clusterfuck going on behind the scenes and they forgot about my car. His response to my asking why it took so much longer than his estimate: "Well, we rotated the tires and did a 10-point check. That takes an hour and a half." Then why did you say it would take an hour? He either lied to me at the beginning or at the end of my service. I let it go, but I wish I would've made a point of that. Rave: I found out my clinical assignment for the fall. I got my first pick, so I'm pretty excited about it.
Rave: Well, 7 hours and $300 later, and our air conditioning is up and running again. Finally. It only took 20 minutes to fix it when he actually got here.
Rant: Brother's visit is about to end, and I've spent precious little time with him or my nephew because of conflicts with my work and his scheduled visits with other people. This sucks. Rave: We're going dancing tonight. Rant: The Guy isn't here. Rave: My nephew is adorable.
Rant: People on Kijiji. I'm selling a brand new LED TV that I won in a draw. At any of the bigbox stores it's running approx $1200+hst. My price is $500 cash because I just don't want this thing sitting on my dining room floor anymore. I woke up this morning to these gems responding to the ad (spoilered for length): Spoiler #1 - "$250 cash. thats a really good offer. You shuold take this". #2 - "Wud u take 125. Let me no". #3 - "TV is stolen. But I can pick up today for $200 and I won't call the cops. Or I call cops. You decide." #4 - "Can I give you a post dated cheque?" Jesus I hate people. It's a fuckin' $1200 brand new set in a box w/ warranty! Rave sort of [my responses] Spoiler #1 - That's a terrible offer BUT ... I will take it if you let me cut in half w/ a chainsaw first. I've always wanted to do that. Deal? #2 - What? No. Set is $500. English classes available for $125. #3 - You caught me. Help a girl out? Here's my # [local police switchboard]. #4 - Sure. And you can have the set when it clears - Deal? Christ on a cracker already. I pulled the ad. I'll just give it to my grandmother for her birthday.
Rant: I'm trying to find a nice way of saying, "I want to break up and I need you to move the fuck out of my house."
RANT: Had McD's for breakfast yesterday. Jack in the Box for lunch and Taco Bell for dinner. I could feel my arteries clogging. RAVE: Had McD's for breakfast yesterday. Jack in the Box for lunch and Taco Bell for dinner. It was fucking AWESOME.
Rave: Second weddding anniversary. I can't believe a woman has willingly been with me this long. I imagine by now it is a clear cut case of Stockholm syndrome.
Rant: Went to the bar last night. My ex-FWB was there. My friends saw her and thought it would be funny to bring her over. She saw me and decided to yell at me. I walked off; I was ready to put her through the wall. Completely ruined a perfectly good evening. My friends were apologetic; apparently they thought it would just be an awkward "oh, you're here too" conversation. They didn't think that shit would happen.
I honestly can't title anything Rant/Rave regarding this, because it all blows, but I got a glimpse of sunshine through the rain of the past week: A breeder of Mastiffs who I basically only know on Facebook has been checking up on my family after what happened to Tonka. She has one puppy available from her litter, a little girl who is 3 weeks old. She charges $2500 a puppy, plus she would need to be shipped from across the country. She asked if it was too soon for a furry family member. I explained that due to some unforeseen house repairs and the fact that I need to run 100' of fence plus a gate across our property that we just couldn't afford it right now as much as I think that would benefit us. She is offering to either work with us on a price, or she knows another breeder who has amazing dogs that she said she can convince to either give us a puppy for free or really cheap, because he cares more about good homes than money and "I know you guys adore your dogs and are an amazing home for any dog lucky enough to be in your family". We're talking a gorgeous, show quality pup from a top-notch breeder. This is from a total stranger who generally has a waiting list a year in advance for her litters. She told me she will talk to EVERY breeder she knows about getting us through this. I can't explain how amazing that is.
Rant: Ohio is so Goddamned boring and I can't do shit without a car. Fuck the irony of living a quarter of a mile from a GM factory with no car. Rave: I think junk loving is genetic. My grandparents were flea marketeers, my mom loves to go to yard sales and I have spent the past 4 hours watching Pawn Stars.
Rant: pretty sure the guy and I just broke up. I really thought this would hurt less when it happened.
Rave: I had tickets to Behind the Scenes with Gorilla's at the local zoo given to me for my birthday from my fiance. Rave: Went on Saturday! I spent roughly 45-60 minutes about 2 feet away from a couple of Western Lowland Gorilla's. There was only my fiance and I in the group with the zoo keeper so it was really a one on one experience. I had no idea their social structure was that complex and I found out that Gorilla's growl when they're happy. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever done before.
RANT: Fuck dish network, fuck them in the ass without lube. TheY stopped carrying AMC and I could not see the season premier of Breaking Bad. I will be contacting Directv today and switching over (I like there equipment better anyway) unless they don't carry it either. RANT: Class tonight and a major test for anatomy and physiology. RAVE: My wife fucked me in the pool so much last night, I couldn't come anymore and I had to tell her I needed a day to recuperate. True love is a fantastic thing indeed.
Rant: Fuck Ford. Fuck Ford in its ass. $813 is the cheapest aftermarket clutch kit my mechanic can source in the area. Going to the dealer would cost $1300 and a week to ship it from the States. All told, $1200 +tax to fix my poor little girl. I would suck some serious dick right now for a shifty parts guy.
Rave?: My Flight Equipment shop felt it necessary to give me 4 pairs of flight boots. I didn't even ask for any, all I wanted to know was the best way to clean the one's I already have. It's cool and all, and we had a surplus of money, but someone else could have used the boots more than me, especially 4 pairs. I've been trying to give them to anyone who needs a pair, but I've only found one person with my boot size right now in my squadron. Rave: I have 8 flight suits and 2 pairs of flight gloves waiting for me. Now these I need, my tan flight suits are almost not wearable with the amount of grease/oil/soot that is embedded in the fibers. Rave: Might move from apartment life to house life within the next couple months if I can negotiate rent down from $1100 to something under a grand per month. Rant: Moving always sucks.
No matter how many times you do it, no matter how fast you drive to shorten it, a 700 mile drive still sucks.
Rant: Further to this, driving a car with a new clutch is like wearing someone else's underwear. I haven't jerk-started that much since I learned to drive stick. Fuck sakes. Mild rave: She's fixed. Didn't need a fuel pump after all. 'Twas only her clutch that was slipping. When I recover from the coronary of paying for this damn thing, I'll pause a moment to reflect that "it could always be worse".