RAVE: Rep from female members demanding pics. I'm fine with this Spoiler Ignore the movember stash coming in slow RAVE: Movember donation drive going better than I could have expected.
Rave: The 70+ year old guy at the gym this morning who, while pushing 25 lbs on the chest press machine, was grunting after every set "I'm bringing the pain, I'm bringing the pain". Rant: My knee is fucked like a high-priced hooker.
Rave: San Diego Beer Week in t-minus two days. Rave: I plan on being Steve Mckenna'd for five straight days.
Rave: Ditto above Rant: For two days my facebook feed as been nothing but incredibly mind numbingly stupid election stuff. Pictures, posts, arguments, and everything else. Then last night, my little brother made the mistake of saying who he voted for, and set off a shitstorm amongst his friends. Name calling, threats to kill each other, you name it. Then, my brother had the balls to tell me that it was a "mature discussion of the issues," and get pissed at me for trying to derail the "mature discussion" with my "immature comments." No, you dumb fuck, no "mature discussion" contains the phrase "if that n***** gets reelected..." or "Romney is worse than Hitler!" or "you're just a liberal elite faggot!" or "You're just a dumb fuck incest loving conservative!" That isn't even getting into them calling each other out for a fight the next time they see each other. Yes, mature discussion, that. Now at least two of his friends aren't talking to each other anymore, and this was a really close group of friends. For the record, my comment was the following: "Hey, there are more important things to worry about! I cannot let (little brother) beat me at fantasy football! I have Jimmy Graham and DeSean Jackson going today, and we must hope they get the win! If (little brother) beats me, it will be the end of America as we know it! The Dead rising from the Grave! Human Sacrifice, Dogs and Cats, living together... MASS HYSTERIA!" Followed by: "This is why you don't discuss politics on facebook." Apparently, the 2nd one set him off. Rave: I ended up coming back and beating him in fantasy football. Doesn't matter who wins the election today, I won in fantasy football!
Over an hour wait to vote. I have the wrong last name. M-Z's are sailing right through. Come on second half of the alphabet, step it up.
Super RAVE! As I've mentioned on the board in the past, I have been dealing with an endocrine disorder called Cushing's syndrome (Cushing's disease in my case as mine results from a pituitary tumor) that was first diagnosed in 1997. Cushing's is the result of excessive cortisol in the system. Since then, I've had two surgeries on my pituitaryand gamma knife radiation treatment. Health issues that I have that are directly linked to Cushings are: Central obesity (the only weightloss I was able to achieve required a diet that was practically starvation coupled with 1.5-2 hours of exercise 6 days/week) High blood pressure High cholesterol High glucose (which recently crossed the line into a diabetes diagnosis) Severe fatigue Depression The two surgeries and the radiation treatment caused two further complications: severely diminished capacity to produce testosterone and hypothyroidism. Those two will never change, but are easily treated. Some of the ones mentioned above are also treated with meds (the weight and the fatigue being the exceptions), but even with drug interventions, my BP is still borderline high and the cholesterol, while better, is still well above the range. I had my usual 6 month visit with my endocrinologist this morning and had my PCP forward over my last few lab reports which included the diabetes markers, so I was expecting to get a lecture about a low glycemic diet and a prescription for metformin. What I got instead was the news that the FDA approved "the morning after pill" (used for early pregnancy termination) to treat Cushing's. Apparently, the drug acts as a cortisol-receptor inhibitor. My doc told me he's started a few other patients of his with Cushing's, the first of whom is a post-menopausal woman with the same complications as me and he said the results have been dramatic--BP, glucose and cholesterol levels fell back to normal parameters, she's lost weight, has more energy than she's felt in years, and with feeling so much better physically, she's feeling great mentally with no more bouts of depression. When I met with the nurse to get my shot after my appointment, she told me the last time she saw that patient she was astounded at not only the improvement to her numbers, but her overall physical appearance, demeanor and energy level. Trading in all those other meds for just one, plus shedding the weight and ending this constant wall of fatigue every afternoon...I can't describe how excited I am.
Rant: got a bit dumb today on the pullup bar and probably hurt myself more than I should, but RAVE because the pics are going to be awesome. Rave: 18 days til I see The Husband again. Too long.
Rant: I don't normally post driving rants, but this happens every day. My work is about a 10-12 minute commute. However, there are 3 merges that I have to do during that commute. When did people forget how to merge?? People stop instead of speeding up. So, now I have to merge with traffic going 60-70 mph from 0 mph and I have a short distance to do it in. Every day this happens! Rave: New job is a bit of an ego booster. I've had a guy apologize for calling me ma'am as "I'm obviously way too young for that" (I'm not), another guy thought I was as old as his daughter who was 30 (I'm not), and another guy asked me to go for a ride on his motorcycle. To which I awkwardly responded, "oh, so sorry, you know, have to work." Not to mention the fact that I'M MARRIED. But I wear a ring and he still asked me anyway. I was thrown. It didn't help during my awkwardness that my coworkers were laughing hysterically at my predicament. Someday I'll learn not to handle those situations like a 12-year-old.
Rave: Renewed energy in the job search. It's a different kind of balancing act when you have a job and qualified for the positions that you're seeking. Rant: I had to suppress the euphoria of knowing that I may be moving on soon, and moving to a higher paying job before walking into work this morning. Rave?: "I'm not comfortable doing this." (working for free, paying out of pocket and awaiting reimbursement, etc.) has rapidly become part of my lexicon of phrases, much to the frustration of my superior. Rave: My exact job with another company was recently posted. I am so curious to find out how much they pay, not that I want that job, but it sure as hell is nice to know.
RAVE: There are now places in north america that have gotten the ball rolling on legalizing pot. ... also my rep is 1337.
Rave: Won a hundred bucks betting on Obama! Rant: Master sergeant is very, very angry. He's also very angry that gay marriage got approved in Washington (Hardcore fundamentalist Christian). If Top's angry, you're gonna have a bad time. Rant: Being from Massachusetts ("Fucking faggot-ass liberal socialists") makes me a target for his ire. Rave: My crew's doing awesome, so he can't do anything except make snide comments. Also, he knows from past experience not to get into any sort of political debate with me, as I'll embarrass him. His consternation is amusing. Rant: CFT (Half-mile sprint, ammo-can lifts, and a shitfest affectionately known as Movement Under Fire) is coming up. It's only about eight minutes of pain and is relatively easy to max out on, but it HURTS. Not looking forward to it.
Rave: I was in the audience of The Colbert Report tonight. It was the best possible timing and worth the years of trying and failing to see either him or Johnny Stew. Rant: Motherfucking snowstorm. I HATE SNOW AND I HATE WINTER. I thought I'd have at least another month. Rant: Back to the office tomorrow. I wonder if there's any way I could set it up to work half at home and half at the office. Because that would be perfect and awesome. Rave: Just got recruited for a job for the second time in a month via LinkedIn of all places. It sounds like it could be really awesome. I'm not getting my hopes up too high because when I found the ad online it said they wanted 5 years of experience, but I haven't updated my LinkedIn in a year and she still thought it was worth contacting me so I'm trying not to be cynical. Either way, it feels good to have people coming to me instead of the other way around.
RANT: My supervisor comes into my office today. "Have you checked your email?" She asks. I do so. There's a BOLO (Be on the lookout) for one of my gangbangers. He's committed a very high profile armed robbery. It's all over the news, the papers, the whole nine. My supervisor isn't freaking, nor am I, but shit like this never looks good. I'm covered, he was compliant so I had no reason to bust him for any violations. Why is this a rant? Two reasons. I'm at the nail salon gettin' my nails all purdy for Georgia/Auburn this weekend and the news is on the TV. Sure enough, the report about my 'banger is shown. My manicurist, who knows me as a PO, eyes me wearing my duty uniform and asks "He one of yours?" I sigh heavily and say "Yeah. He is. Nature of the beast - supervise bad people, they do bad things." I felt like an ass, and I don't really know why. Secondly, our field manager (over the chief in my office) is going to want a loooong sit-down to discuss this. I just, like, cannot wait for that. First one of my 'bangers commits a murder five days after he's sentenced four months ago, now this. Damn.
Rave: My girlfriend got her CPA! Her average exam score was above 94... she is way too smart. Rant: My laptop is dead for awhile. I figured out the power jack isn't working so I just have to replace a little $4 part, but that means taking apart the whole damn thing and I hate dealing with all of the shitty little screws and their shitty little screw heads in the process. Rave: A Jimmy John's opened up two blocks from the office, and they are indeed ridiculously fast. Rant: A big FUCK YOU to whoever took a dump in the office bathroom, plugged it, and left as the toilet overflowed and spilled across half the floor. They should be slapped across the face with a mop soaked in toilet water.