Rave: Was out at work drinks last Friday night, it was the tail end of the evening about 1am, some random douche bag was upsetting a couple of my female colleges, they had asked him to go, he didn’t. I broke away from the conversation I was having went over and asked him nicely to leave the ladies alone, he told me to fuck myself. I did something I haven’t ever done before in a pub, I grabbed his arms (which I was happy to find were made of fat over bone) and pined them to his sides, spun him around 180 degrees away from the girls, he was feebly struggling, I suspect I had a psycho smile as I lent in and told him if he didn’t fuck off I was going to take him outside and open him up. I turned my back on him and went to apologise to the girls. Douche bag apparently stared at my back for about 30 seconds then went and bothered someone else. Bouncers kicked him out about 15 minutes later.
Rave: Just realized the first NFL Sunday will be when my wife and kid are out of town, so I get an entire Sunday of watching football and screaming at my fantasy team like I did last year. I fully realize that it won't happen after that Sunday, as I'll either be working or taking care of my daughter, so I plan to enjoy the fuck out of it, and having everything done around the house by then so I can enjoy it stress free. Edited to add: Rave: I plan to do the above while getting blind stinking drunk. I can go to bed at 1 or 2 am and sleep until noon the next day. Fuck and Yes.
Rant: Oh I'm fired? 4 days notice, that's nice of you. Can I ask why? Oh, my performance was exemplary, everything I did was right, and there's no one for me to hand over too when we agree that my job is critical... Right, that's not exactly an answer as to why I was fired. That's more a list of excellent reasons for me to NOT be fired. Ahh, our venture capital provider has placed a blanket spending freeze so we can't renew my contract like you said you were going to. Awesome. Do we happen to have his home address? I'd really like a fucking word or two with him. Fuck 2012. Rant: Oh, it's a Monday, and if I want to get paid for the next 4 days, I need to show up and work, so I can't get shitfaced as part of my coping strategy. Thanks a fucking bunch. Rant: Also, I had a cold. I lost my voice. I currently sound like I'm talking out of a hole in my throat - I love making a great impression when I talk to recruiters on the phone. Rant: I really poured myself into this job. I actually tried. It actually mattered to me. It was the first job in years, almost longer than I can remember, that I was actually interested in or motivated by. I don't want to go back to boring bullshit
Rant: Today is my first work day in I don't know how long where I didn't take a 5 hour energy shot in the morning. I am trying to get off of them in an effort to save money. I drank some green tea, instead. Rave: I feel a little tired, but not as bad as I expected. I am hoping I'll be able to get through my weightlifting after work. Rave: Mondays are underrated. The time always goes by the fastest for me at work on Mondays. Rant: But the time goes slower as I get closer to the weekend.
Rant: Last day in NYC RAVE: These last 4 days have been unreal! This city is fantastic! So much entertainment and beauty and every all rolled up into one. Rave? The people are pretty considerate from all accounts, considering what I have heard to be the opposite. Rave! Going to the Jays/Yankees game tonight and sitting next to the Bleacher Creatures. Can't wait to hear Roll Call! Hopefully I don't get ripped on too hard for wearing my Jays jersey!
I had a great weekend at a B&B near Mohegun Sun and Foxwoods. Played a bunch of poker, did all right. Had quality time with my wife and a great dinner down near Mystic seaport at a place called the Steak Loft (I had no idea cinnamon walnut bread was a thing, it's amazing). Good times. Sadly, today starts the next three weeks minimum where I have to commute down to Boston to work instead of working from home like I have for the last month+. I hate commuting. And I miss having my cat snuggled up next to me while I work.
Rant: First day back at work after 2 weeks holidays. And I normally have mondays off(sunday/monday), so it is really painful. Rave: 2 week holiday was great, first really holiday i have taken in who knows how long. Probably about 6 years. Rave: 5000 km in 10days with the wife in the car and we got along great, no one killed each other. Rant: Went to the biggest motorcycle dealer in Canada, and the wife went along with me. Her "I didn't know they were so cheap to finance, too bad you didn't bring your gear with you." FOR FUCKS SAKES. I was thinking of bringing me gear, but i didn't want to start a fight, and i really didn't think she would of said yes. And i really didn't want to buy new gear just to buy a bike when i have perfectly good gear at home.
Rave: today I was given a promotion that cane with a 17% pay raise. This means that while my girlfriend is in college I will be able to support us without eating off brand ramen. My upcoming bonus should help me be able to make us engaged. This is awesome. With all great news comes bad news. Rant: I have been diagnosed with severe sleep apnea. Apparently I don't just snore when I sleep. I almost die. And now I must learn to sleep with a scary mask on my face. Anyone else have to use a cpap machine? Is it difficult to get used to?
Rant: I'm going to explode. I am being put through so much hell just to protect myself from babies. I went to my doctor over a month ago and ordered an IUD. My shot was due to wear off about a month after that appointment, and they told me everything would be ready right at the same time, if not before. After two or three weeks without an update, I started calling them at least once a week trying to figure out when it would be ready. Most of those times they put me on hold and I was waiting for so long that I hung up. Twice, they left a message and I was called back with the helpful news of "It's not ready yet." They kept telling me they were waiting on my insurance. I paid my insurance today, so I decided to see if they would have a better idea of when things would be fixed. They tell me they haven't gotten any claim yet. I have a day off today, but instead of starting on my nice plans of writing, reading, and getting myself a treat with my column check, I've been on the phone and on hold with my doctor throwing 'tude around, and trying to get an appointment with other doctors, and then finally getting through to someone who could do something at my doctor's and then on the phone with the pharmacy where they tell me that they put in a request for an official prescription on July 25th and haven't received anything from the office yet. I knew it was their fault somehow. Now, hopefully they won't fucking forget and will actually do it because, according to the lady at the pharmacy if that happens everything should be set in a week or so. Which will be around two months since this whole started. God damn. My shot wore off a week ago and I do not like the idea of not being on birth control. It's making me nervous. I haven't depended solely on condoms since I was 16. I'm not regularly sleeping with anyone right now, but there are things on the horizon and I want this shit locked down before that happens. Rave: I've already started to notice one of the side effects of the shot that I was hating wearing off. Hopefully this won't get replaced with some other weird effect from the IUD.
RAVE: No sex so no birth control needed. RANT: I haven't been able to sleep for more than 3 hours straight for a week. The weather keeps going from warm to cool and it's fucking with my asthma. It's a never-ending source of entertainment to wake up and find you can't breathe. Again. Spoilered for being gross. Spoiler Having a cold less than 3 weeks ago has not helped matters and I'm more congested than that river of slime from Ghostbusters 2. As a bonus, I'm 3x as cranky as usual. I hate being constantly tired. My parents competing for who can snore the loudest in the next room also doesn't help, nor do the untrained dogs of various breeds and sizes that start barking EVERY.FUCKING.NIGHT after 11pm up and down both sides of the road every time some asswipe walks past their gate. It should be a law for dog owners to have their dogs trained by a professional so that this sort of shit doesn't happen. A dog that barks has already lost the element of surprise over a criminal, so what's the point? RANT: It's getting warm already. Fuck. Summer is going to suck with no air conditioner. RAVE: At least I make good pasta, still. Something I can do right.
Rant: Getting a phone call at 8:00 am from your doctor's office telling you you need to come back in tomorrow to have more blood drawn for additional tests isn't the best way to start the week.
Rave: First day of fall semester, check. Fun to see everyone and new First Years who look like they're about to shit themselves. Rant: Really not feeling the research project to which I have been assigned for the next 1 1/2 years. D'oh.
RANT: Kidney stones. CAT scan found five kidney stones. It took three morphine injections to get the pain to a tolerable level. RAVE: Three morphine injections!
???: An external company was hired to provide support services to my role, ages and ages ago. Their contract is paid up for months in advance, but the guy they had doing the work has now resigned. But they're still under contract to provide someone. So they've just offered to hire me, to be my own assistant. Subject to finance specifics - seems like I'll be doing the exact same thing on approximately the same money with a different boss come Monday.
Rave well there is no question in my mind that it is mating season for pacific sea turtles. RantFucking seiners 3 miles from the beach off Los Arcos in Cabo, big fucking seiners 6 of them with helicopters wrapping schools of tuna and white skipjack, mexican law says they have to be 50 miles off the beach. The local I am fishing with said a few curse words I have never heard in addition to some cool gestures. It started out with something about fucking the guys mothers in the ass and after that it was all new curse words. rave we knocked the shit out of some nice tuna yesterday, look at the fishing and hunting forum.
Rant: What part of "Hey, you herpes-ridden whore, stop fucking my friends" is unclear? Rave: Took a day off yesterday and cleaned the house from top to bottom. Apparently learning about disease-infested sluts makes me want to scrub toilets.
Rave: I have won the war against the bed bugs! I needed a new bed anyways. Rave: My general mood has significantly improved since my girlfriend has moved up here. Being with her and knowing it's not just another visit feels great. Rave: It also helps that a customer picked up a project yesterday I'd slaved over for a year and he is beyond satisfied. His feedback is all positive and very gratifying for me to hear. I'm also just happy to have the damn thing done and move on to other things I'm working on.
Rave: Found a nice girl. She's a bartender, but she has a math degree and is currently working on a nursing degree. Really smart, cute, etc. We've been talking. It doesn't hurt that her friend is ramming us together like a little girl rams Barbie and Ken together. One of my friends told me that at one point she took her aside and whispered, "You know why guys treat you like shit? 'Cause you turn guys like this down. Stop being a fucking idiot and jump on that." I don't know whether she's just giving me a chance or actually thinks I'm cool, but she seems interested. Rant: If things go well, I'm going to have to call things off with my FWB. It's supposed to be "no attachment," but I don't think it's possible to fuck someone repeatedly and not have some sort of feelings for them. I know it's going to hurt her, and I'll probably miss her.
RAVE: We did a fundraiser for a group that provides service dogs to disabled veterans on Sunday. We raised enough money for the group to completely pay for a dog (buy, train, donate) for a disabled veteran. They are going to name that dog Tonka, in honor of my dog. My family is invited to the ceremony where they assign the dog to his veteran.