RANT: I am ready to cut a bitch. You are the company we go to for questions on annual report filings. Therefore, when I ask you a question about an annual report, don't tell me to go to the website to figure it out. #1) Don't you think I already went to the website to figure it out for myself? #2) It's an international jurisdiction, therefore, you are supposed to have more knowledge about it than myself. #3) If I tell you this is my first time doing it, don't talk to me like I'm a fucking idiot, you. dumb. cunt. Rave? This week is going fast. Thank god because this is NOT the week for me to be dealing with morons.
Rant: My phone decided to let me answer calls but no one can hear me. The text prediction thingy went out a couple weeks ago so if I don't want to type like an idiot I have to do the capitalization & apostrophes myself. It's probably pretty uncommon but I've had this Droid for over two years now, guess it's time for it to die. Rant: I'm not eligible for an upgrade until Saturday. Rave: The woman at Verizon did a hard reset on my phone and the text prediction is back and I can make calls again - and they can hear me! They also put back one of the two Samsung Galaxy S3s that they have in stock for me. Yay for the hot newness!
Rave: I was not aware that Ben & Jerry's had a Cake Batter ice cream, but I sure am now. Rave: Went by my parents' house last night to pick up a couple of packages (UPS won't leave shit at my apartment door), where I was mocked by my brother until I played him again in Super Mario Kart for the SNES. Well, he went down like a drunk girl at prom. The throne is once again mine.
RANT: Fell at work today and landed on my shoulder. I've had multiple AC separations in the past (including in in the right just two weeks ago) and they always work back into place in moments. This time it didn't. In seconds I was lightheaded and soaked in sweat. I'm told I was pale as a ghost. No one was available to drive me to a hospital, so they had to call an ambulance. In minutes, I had a cop and five paramedics swarming me. They gave me 5mg morphine, which took a tiny bit of the edge off....for about ten minutes. Once we got to the hospital the pain hit me full force, and kept building the entire time I was waiting and getting X-rayed. I had to keep moving my arm around so they could get good angles on the X-ray, which was the closest I came to tearing up. Finally gave me some Demerol, which was AWESOME, and popped it back in. Now I get to wear a sling for a week and hope I don't fuck it up again. RAVE: Again, Demerol. Is. Awesome. I was high as a kite for hours. Now I have Vicodin which has no effect on me.
RAVE: New PR at the gym tonight on my Dead-lift. Surprisingly it came up a lot easier than I expected, so I think I'm going to try and set another one my next night lifting. RANT: I totally blew my proverbial load right at the beginning and the rest of my lifts were terrible.
Rave Had another awesome time in Chicago. Pitchfork was pretty enjoyable despite the hipster dumbfuckery( not nearly as irritating as I thought it would be) and the fact that some of the acts I wanted to see overlapped each other because of the whole 3 stage set up. I did end up missing some artists I wanted to see. Oh well. My buddy took me to an awesome bar with old school arcade games and I ate at one of the best pizza places ever. Rant Checking into Driver's Intervention tomorrow night..have to endure this shit through Sunday. Just want I wanted to do this weekend.
RANT: This morning (7:30ish) when I was heading back into the country from Tim Hortons to get my morning bagel and Ice Cap I encountered a motorist doing 10 km/h under the posted speed limit. I figured not a problem, I'll pass this clown like I pass every other cidioit when I come to the first set of stripes on the road. I make my pass, drive for a kilometer or so when a Wendys cup flies out of the bed of my truck. All of a sudden the asshole I passed is on the gas, catches up to me and rides the shit out of my bumper to the point where I can see the grey in this beard from my rear view. I slow down to about 30 km/h so he gets the picture not to fuck with me and when he backs off I get back to speed and pass another cidiot driving an SUV 10 km/h under the speed limit. So I make a turn, he goes straight and I didn't think any more of it until I get home when dad says I have a message on the machine. Its a fucking cop asking me to call him because I have a complaint against me, and that a motorist said I was passing cars at a high rate of speed and littering. I think it was that city mother fucker that called it in because he was the only person behind me when that cup flew out of my box, and that guy in the SUV was over a hill and didn't have a view of me at the time. I'm willing to bet the cock sucking asshole that snitched on me didn't tell the cop that he road rage tailgated the fuck out of me, or tell him that he was doing 10 km/h under the speed limit. The cop also said this happened at about 8:00am which was bullshit, because at exactly 8:08am I was 40 kms away from where all this went down at the job site with 3 other guys. The worst part is that I don't intentionally litter, like ever. All my garbage goes in the bed of my truck, and from there once a week I sweep it out into the shop dumpster. Question: What should I do? Should I even waste my time by talking to the officer that called me? I'm in the right, but if the cop dosen't believe me because I'm some 22 year old kid and the snitch is 40 something, what power does the cop have? I can get proof that I was at work at 8:08am, and maybe show him the bed of my truck as proof that the cup was an accident?
RANT: Fuck Toshiba. Fuck them hard with a massive spiked dildo. Spoiler I accidentally splashed coffee into the keyboard of my laptop. I cleaned it to the best of my knowledge, but was still having issues with one of the keys typing continuously like I was holding it down. It is annoying as shit and making it nearly impossible to type anything. I have a warranty and it covers accidentaly spills, so I called support. After 20 minutes on hold, I was disconnected. Another 15 minutes and I got someone. My full name is 13 letters, yet for some reason, it took this asshole 5 full minutes to get it right. I told him what happened with the coffee and his actual words were, "Why would you do that? It's stupid to drink around your laptop." At this point, I've been trying to get this shit figured out for 45 minutes and the last goddamn thing I need is a stranger telling me what I did was stupid. I request a supervisor and am told that it's not possible. What the fuck ever, I just want this piece of shit fixed so that I'm not fighting hundreds of fucking accent marks everytime I try to type. Finally, he says he will send me a box and that it will take 10 business days to fix the issues. Fine, I'll just use my ancient desktop for work until then. Later, I decided to search for reviews of Toshiba customer service to see if maybe my experience was a one time thing. Nope. One site I was on had 434 negative reviews and 19 positive. Now, I realize internet rants have to be taken with a grain of salt, but the issues mentioned in the reviews include shitty customer service, Toshiba "repairing" your laptop for months, and being outright scammed out of money. Ah, fuck me running. I really hope all 434 of those reviews were embellished. RAVE: My lease is up in October and I am fucking counting the days. I adore my roommate, but when she brings her friends, family, or boyfriend around, she becomes and insufferable bitch and I want to put her through the wall. RAVE: My birthday is on Tuesday, so a few friends and I are going to Indiana to see my family and celebrate with them by getting drunk and going boating. My grandma left me a voicemail today letting me know that she stocked the bar with Jack and bought me a captain's hat to wear all weekend. I love my grandma.
Rant: Random bunny was found in my backyard. Is incredibly docile and tame. Why is it a rant? 'Cause I get very attached to animals, quite easilly. It's not sitting in a washing basket at my feet until we work out where to send him, being as we can't keep him. Rave: Just because I found it hilarious. Bunny has GIANT nuts. Rave: We've called him Big Balls. Or BB for short.
Rave: The girl I'm seeing cooked me dinner last night and breakfast for my birthday this morning then runs out just before I leave for work and comes back in with a slow cooker for a present. Definitely on a winner here.
Rave: Got a ton of things in the works related to what I'm doing in boxing. Got a couple of big articles coming together, one which is controversial and has taken two months to put together because of the amount of people necessary I had to connect with before writing it up. Aside from the writing, starting to transition into the business side of the sport. There is an ESPN card on August 17 in San Francisco and I've matched all of the undercard fights for this one, including putting a 41-year old former world champion returning from a 10-year jail sentence on the card. And for the co-feature I saved ESPN about 3k on what the budget was, so doing good work. Have a couple bigger things in the early stages of development, though I can't really expose what that is at the moment. Rant: I've mentioned it a few times here, but just ended a relationship a few months ago, was a really bad breakup. I met this girl at a boxing match last January through a colleague of mine, it was her first fight. After that I took her with me to all of them and she got into boxing. One of our biggest issues was she was incredibly insecure and jealous anytime any girl would even so much as comment on my Facebook or something silly like that, yet she flirted with guys a lot or at the very least didn't put her foot down when it was obvious what they were about, most commonly with boxing people. If you are an attractive girl who knows a thing or two about boxing guys will just mercilessly hit on you. She no longer has me getting her into fights or a site to write for, yet she's doing interviews with people and somehow will be attending this big fight this weekend in San Jose that is on Showtime that I'll be at. I saw her at a press conference a week and a half ago, we didn't say a word to each other but locked eyes for about a split second and she gave me the absolute dirtiest look I ever saw. Hoping she isn't staying involved with boxing out of spite and I have no plans on interfering with whatever it is she has going on. I feel a little better knowing I've got this other girl a ringside seat, so if it comes down to it I'll fight fire with fire. My ex has been extremely tacky in response to this breakup. We're both active on Twitter, I use it for networking purposes (and it really helped me a lot, probably a big reason I've gotten published in a few boxing mags this year) and she uses it for flirting with guys publicly and also making subtweets directed at me that she deletes or whatever. I even got into it with a fellow boxing writer who is a dick sucker and she favorited all this guy's tweets where he was coming at me. The more this kind of shit happens, the less and less I care, so it is a good thing, but it is just super annoying. She just knows I'm headed somewhere big and she is 29 and still lives at home and has no fucking drive whatsoever.
Rant: Fucking HTC Incredible. HTC released an over the air update that was designed to push your phone into a reboot loop to gather up little bits of the update that weren't pushed through during the initial download. That, in and of itself, is dumb enough, but they also programmed this reboot loop to occur at 2-fucking-A-fucking-M. For many nights, we were woken up by a phone yelling "DROID" at us over and over again. My fiance and I both have these phones, but where mine stopped the lunacy after one night, her phone was fucking terrible, and it bricked this morning--stuck in a continuous loop from which there was no return. Rave: Thankfully, I was still able to do a factory reset and after getting her apps back (thank you appbrain), she didn't lose much. Even her contacts were spared with Verizon's Backup Assistant. But what a fucking headache.
Rave: the boss just offered me a one month tasking to Germany, until the end of August. Rant: The girlfriend is moving to France in September. Great way to spend a vacation.
RAVE: Seeing the new Batman movie tonite at 6 due to a vendor sneak pic on a SICK screen. RANT: My birthday is Saturday, and while I'm being melodramatic and am still quite young, I feel really old and unaccomplished. RAVE: Saw an amazing interaction with a homeless dude this afternoon. Homeless Dude: Hey man, can you spare something to get me a sandwich? Tourist: Uh, ummm, sorry, no, sorry. Homeless Dude: Come on man, please? Tourist: Have a nice day! Homeless Dude: Please? Please? Pleeaassse? Dammit you motherfucker! For whatever reason it cracked me up. The tourist was so fucking flustered.
Rant: Spent ten hours in court today. It was a jury trial and therefore exceedingly painful. Thankfully, I was only a witness for the prosecution. I just couldn't leave as I was the support for my friend, the victim. FUCKING RANT: Stormy, my babydaddy's girlfriend/pony, has decided to inform my kids that a) she's their mom, b) threatened to punish them if they watch icarly(stupid, yet fairly harmless show) at the sitter's, and c) made claims that I "don't know how to care for them." I have been digesting this for a couple of hours now so as to allow the initial rage subside. I called their dad and asked him to call me back....I don't foresee a pleasant conversation in my future. It would be better to speak to him about muzzling his dog than for me to have a chat with her directly. Why do people with no children of their own feel such a need to speak about things they have no concept of? Who the fuck thinks she has a right to punish my kids and demand to be called "mom??" Rave: My kids know who their mom is and seem confident that I am "better than her because she's kind of ugly." Thanks children. You really know how to make me laugh.