Boring Work Rant Ahead: Spoiler Rant: I work at video store (which anyone who reads my boring-ass rants and raves knows). Now, this job pays surprisingly well for a video store, and it is not a hard job by any stretch of the imagination, and for the most part I actually really, really like my job. Then there are nights like tonight. Saturdays are always busy, until about 10 PM, when we slow down. For us, that means that after 10 I am the only one at the store, as I am closing. Today, at 10, the 2nd person went home, because the store was deserted. Of course, at 10:15, I get no less than thirty people in the store, almost all at the same time. They all wander at once, and then they ALL come to the counter at once. To compound this issue, the first person in line has 22 movies and 4 games they are renting. Of course, they also wait until I am halfway done ringing them up to ask about three more movies they want and they make me go find them on the shelves, thereby forcing everyone behind them to wait longer. By now I am getting death stares from customers who are waiting. I finally get them out the door, and the next person spends 5 minutes berating me for not having enough people working there. He complains that we never have enough people working. Well, fucking sorry. I don't make the schedules, go to fucking redbox, dick. (part of my job is I have to be extra super polite and nice to everyone, so of course I had to continually apologize to placate this person, even though I wanted to tell him to fuck off because he was holding up everyone behind him, now) The next person complains that I placated the LAST guy and says I should have told him to screw off. Fantastic. While I am ringing up this huge line of people, of course someone comes in and walks right up to the counter to ask me about their late fees, apparently oblivious to the HUGE FUCKING LINE OF PEOPLE. I tell him I'll look up his account when I am done ringing up the line. He says "it'll only take a minute! What the hell!" and storms out. Sorry you chose the worst possible fucking time to come in, asshole. Wait in line or GTFO (which he did, hooray for small miracles). Then, the cherry on top of this particular shit sundae is literally shit. As in someone went in the bathroom, put a bunch of paper towel in the toilet, then proceeded to shit ON TOP of the paper towel. Things like this and people stealing are why we have a store policy to lock the bathroom, but unfortunately the girl I was working with tonight was kind of new, so she didn't know we left it locked, so I don't know who did it, and therefore couldn't ban them from the store (something I can do in extreme cases such as this). Awesome. Deprived of one of the few times I can tell someone to fuck off in this job. Finally around 11:15, the shitstorm ends, and I realize that while I was helping them a stack of about 45 movies has accumulated in the drop box, which I now have to put back out. Luckily, I didn't get a single customer between 11:20 and Midnight when we closed, and I am the one who opens tomorrow, so I don't care if it looks like shit when I get there, and I was able to get out at a decent hour. Seriously, 99 days out of a hundred, my job is great. I watch movies while I work, I get to rent free movies and games (and get them before their street date), and nothing I do can be considered remotely difficult. That 1 day, though. Fuck that 1 day. Rave: My birthday is in a week. My wife has told me that I will be allowed to do anything I want, which means I'll stay home from church and sleep in while she takes the kid, she will make her fucking amazing home made chili in the crock pot, I'll watch football, play Assassin's Creed 3, and she said birthday sex is not only happening, but she has something "special" planned. This is the first birthday in forever I've actually looked forward too. Rant: I'll be 30. Fuck. Rant: Her birthday is the Sunday after mine, but she works that day, so I can't do for her what she is doing for me on her birthday. Rave: Instead I am scheduling a massage, manicure, pedicure, and all around spa day for her for the next day we are both off together. It just may not be until December, thanks to holiday schedules for both our jobs.
rave! met three girls tonight all said they loved me and want to spend the rest of their life with me ..... i love strip clubs you meet the most true and honest girls ever
Rant: Still am not popping right for spins (skiing). Muscling the rotation around in the air and it feels super sloppy. Rave: Fuck it, learned to backflip. Over rotated the first two and then stuck every single one after that. Easiest and most fun trick I've learned. Rave: Super sore today. Best feeling ever.
Rave: Our router finally bit the dust last night. I would say it was out of the blue but our internet was getting slower and slower and slower for weeks now. Since I was internetless, I spent some time cleaning up my computer. Set up the new router today and between the internet being a million times faster and my computer being a hundred times faster it's like I have a whole new computer. Hurray!
Rave The Browns had a bye week, so they weren't able to ruin my day. Rave Happy Veteran's Day to all those that served, and are currently serving. Shout out to all the board members who are in the service as well. Thank you
Rant: Between Thanksgiving, weddings, greenhouse building, and condo renovation, I'm starting to get pretty jealous that I'm over here and my family is over there. They are always so busy doing things for each other and spending time together. grumblegrumblegrumble
Rave: I'm going to have a wonderfully delightful Thanksgiving with family, yummy food, and good cheer. Fuck the haterz.
Rave: One thing that I love about Argentina is that the girls here have amazing asses. They always wear really tight running tights or yoga pants also. So today, I was walking home from the grocery store and saw the best ass I've seen since being down here. I walked three blocks out of the way to watch it. Rave/rant: I'm heading home tomorrow night. Very mixed feelings about it, and it's looking like I'll be back in May when the soccer teams down here can sign new players to contracts. Rave: Instead of just watching asses on the street, I'll be able to have sex with my girlfriend after 10 weeks of strictly masturbation.
Rave: Successfully defended my thesis, got a job, and am moving to Brooklyn....with audreymonroe. All within a week. Shit's crazy.
Rant: Started the day realizing one of the tires on my wife's car had a slow leak. She made me take her car to work so that I could get it taken care of when I was done. This was not a good start to the day. Rave: Work today was subbing, and they had an extra sub that they didn't need, so I was able to get the class covered, leave, and get the car taken care of right away, and I didn't have to spend my day wondering if I'd be changing a tire when I was done. Rant: This change meant I had to take my kid to the babysitter, my mother-in-law. My wife forgot to take the stroller out of the SUV, so I didn't have it, and it is required for my mother-in-law to watch my kid, because it is how she gets my kid to sleep (she just pushes the baby around the living room to get her to sleep). This, of course, did not make my life easy. Rave: Was able to get a LOT of shit done in the four hours I had babysitting. I rearranged our entire living room (which involved moving a massive sectional sofa, a giant pain in the ass), went through my DVD collection to get rid of some old movies we don't watch, moved a bookshelf into my wife and I's bedroom and rearranged our books and DVDs, did many loads of laundry, and cleaned our kitchen, which was starting to look like a tornado hit it. Rant: Fucking sectional. I forgot it had a pull-out sleeper in it (that we've never used) when I went to lift it to push it, and I further fucked up my back. Cue stupid in-laws rant (spoilered for length): Spoiler Rant: Mother-in-law informed me that she was not having Christmas dinner this year, but instead it was going to be at my wife's aunt's house. My wife's aunt lives an hour and a half away, and dinner won't be until 5 PM, followed by a gift exchange. My daughter is usually in bed by 7 PM, and it sounds like they plan to make this more of an evening-night thing, rather than an afternoon dinner like we usually have. Fucking awesome. My mother-in-law is already playing the "you don't spend enough holidays with us" card (despite us spending EVERY FUCKING HOLIDAY with them except Christmas Eve and Labor Day), and my wife really doesn't want to go. None of this even takes into account the massive pain in the ass it will be for our kid, who gets very, VERY angry and cranky when she doesn't go to bed on time. Compound this with the fact that my wife and I both work the day after Christmas, and wanted to get home at a reasonable hour, and we have a clusterfuck brewing. Logically, this is the dumbest thing ever. My wife's grandpa can't make it because he can't drive in the dark, my wife's grandma can't make it because she is in a nursing home 2+ hours away and has to be back by 10 PM at the latest, my wife's cousin just had a baby and likely won't be eager to drive her 2 month old kid for two hours, and completely fuck up any semblance of schedule the kid has. Basically, all the people that might've gone to the dinner at my mother-in-law's house at 2 PM now can't make it to the dinner at the aunt's house at 5 PM. It makes zero fucking sense to have a gathering at her house, but my mother-in-law insists she is going and she will absolutely lose her fucking shit if we don't go. I mean the shit storm to end all shit storms will be the result. I appreciate that they babysit for us once a week, but god damn it, we used to enjoy the holidays. Now we'll spend weeks dreading what the fuck we're going to do Christmas day to satisfy my mother-in-law's batshit insane standards.
Rave: My first week + a day has been amazing. I feel like I'm learning so much every day from people who have been doing this for decades. I love being at a research facility and seeing cool shit on the regular. I'm trying to take advantage of every opportunity they're giving me. I could see myself working at someplace like this. Mini rant: I can't get used to the schedule. I'm so not a morning person and I have to be on my A game at the asscrack of dawn.
Rant: Had to fire someone today. Finding good employees is difficult. Rave: FaceTime makes for awesome showers,The Husband loves it and it and helps with the distance.
Work Rant... Spoiler I work for a small, yet rapidly growing company. I've been in my position for 2 years and in those two years my account has seen a 100% growth in revenue due to the hours I've put in. That's not made up either, it's actually been a 100% increase. We all knew this year would probably be my last in this position. My boss (Director of Operations) explicitly knew this. I finally made this thought vocal a few weeks ago. D.O's response? "We knew this was coming, we just wanted to wait until it actually happened." Discuss options. Basically, they're allowing me to write my own future. Sweet, right? Nope. I give them two possible routes to take, the value of adding these positions, and how it will improve future business. Am told to sit on it as they consider it. Then I get the 'We don't have the budget/ability to make this happen' speech. Begin to discuss a. training my replacement b. severance packages. Two weeks later, we're discussing ramping up the training schedule and I still have no severance package agreement, written or verbal. Explain to them in no uncertain terms that I am not comfortable sharing my knowledge without some finality to my situation. There's no target date for my replacement to take over my duties. There's no specific end date for my employment. There's just...nothing. I'm told "Do a good job training. Get a solid reference from your replacement. D.O. will take care of you." Smells like a huge load a bullshit. Had to make a hard decision today- either we work together to figure out what my end will look like and what this severance package will contain......or Friday I walk with a large amount of intelligence related to their business that they will never be able to recover. Rave: New Deftones comes out tomorrow. Rave: Future wife and I have agreed upon a workout regiment to drop some poundage before the big day. Rant: How the fuck am I going to drop 50lbs in 10 months? (I'm 6'2" 255. Want to be at 205.)
Other Rave: One of my clients is a violinist for the Dallas Symphony Orchestra, and has decided that he'd come into the gym tomorrow night and "play some fiddle". I am absurdly excited about this, first because it was completely his idea...and second because he's going to use the opportunity to play some music he doesn't normally play. Some of it may not be what people would normally listen to through their iPod but I hope people can take the time to appreciate what's happening.