Rant: I have the last possible final on the exam schedule. Rant: I'm not motivated to study at all. Rave: Going to the Caribbean on Sunday!
RANT: I had no sleep last night, thanks to the owners/tenants of one of the houses down the road and the house alarm inside the almost certainly unoccupied house (maybe the assholes are on holiday?) on this property that went off almost non-stop between 9.30pm and 4.30am. It was LOUD, like shutting all of the windows* didn't drown it out even a little bit. This is also not the first time this has happened - it's maybe the eighth time this year. Thanks, cunts. I hope you get raped to death my a hippopotamus. I mean, surely common sense would mean that if you were going on holiday or away for an extended time that you'd give a set of keys to a trusted family member or a friend so that police or private security could access your property so that if something WERE to happen at your house while you were away, it could probably be dealt with? Am I the only person who would think of this? Fuck people. *Durban in summer is fucking miserable enough without having to close windows too. Fucksakes.
RANT: Playstation 3 died for the third time in two years. I haven't backed up my games in months. I want to cry. I just started a 2+ week vacation. Now I'll have to hang out with friends and family. FUCK!
Rant: I didn't accomplish anything tonight. I have stared at my briefcase of bullshit for the past 4 hours unable to get my give-a-shitter started. I need to stop pretending that I will get anything done once I come home and just stay at work. Mega Rant: I was afraid of this and knew it was going to happen, but this job is consuming me. There is no way around it. I can't figure out a way not to live and breathe the damn thing especially when I don't have any social opportunities even when I do have snippets of time to myself. This equates to me living my greatest fear. I told myself for years that I would not become an English teacher in a small town leading a boring, minor life devoid of any real meaning or happiness, but here I am. I don't even have time or mental energy to begin thinking of a way out right now. On top of that, there is still a pretty good chance that I will be canned regardless of how much effort I put into it. The only thing worse than living this existence is living the minimum-wage/no health benefits one.
Rant: My 89year old grandfather had what the doctors think is a stroke and fell down at least a couple of stairs. A CAT scan didn't turn up anything positive, and he was to dehydrated for his kidneys to take some die to make the CAT scan easier to read, so they have to wait a couple of days and pump him full of liquid. When he first got to the hospital he could move all his limbs but couldn't talk. Rave: He is tough as hell. He can kind of talk now, mostly one words, but he can string small simple sentences together, but you can tell it is hard. Didn't break any bones, he says he doesn't really hurt anywhere, we will see tomorrow thou.
Rave: Today I finally got up the courage to tell my boss about the DUI. His number one crusade is "Don't drink and drive," so I have been dreading telling him, knowing how disappointed he would be. My manager scared me shitless by recounting the only other DUI in the history of the bar resulted in the girl getting fired, too. I was seriously worried that I was either going to lose the respect/friendship of my boss, get fired, or all of it. Right after I told him, he gave me the biggest hug and told me it was okay. He said he was terrified that I was going to tell him that I was quitting and moving away, and the fact that it was just a DUI and something that wasn't going to take me away from Oregon left him incredibly relieved. According to him, he can deal with me getting arrested, but he couldn't deal with the idea that I wasn't going to be there anymore. Then he gave me a beautiful set of Riedl port and Burgundy glasses that he had bought as a Christmas present (my two favorite kinds of wine) and told me to not use them until my year of sobriety is up. I don't cry much at gestures, but the mixture of extreme understanding, lack of judgment and wonderful gift definitely made my makeup run. I've never felt more important or appreciated in my entire life. I feel like people so rarely surprise you for the better, but man, such an incredible feeling when they do.
Rant I have come to a conclusion that it is impossible to wahoo PUAs. No sane person can last a week on one of those site without going insane with rage. Good riddance.
Rave: The Boobie Thread. Always brightens up my day. Rant: Working tonight, tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. Rant: Still have two items to buy for my wife for Christmas. Rave: The two items in question are smaller items. Rave: I'm alive, and feeling pretty good. For that, I'm thankful. Rave: Through the worst week of my year (December 8 -Dad's Birthday, December 14, I ordered no further measures be taken to extend his life, December 15 - he passed) and this year for the first time I'm really in the holiday mood. It's going to be a good one!
Rave: Last day before holidays. Two weeks (less a day) of more-or-less relaxation. And backsplash installation. Rant: My three pet peeves - intolerance, ignorance, incompetence. And all three are found in our admin assistant. I had no idea she was such an exclusionary cunt. I'm so angry right now. Rave:
Rave: My mom woke up today making coherent sentences after a week of gibberish. Back in June, she was diagnosed with cancer of the liver, spine and intestine, but has responded well to chemotherapy, and all signs are pointing to recovery. Since she was responding well but a little run down, the doc let her have a break from chemo until the end of the month/ early next month. RANT: She was speaking gibberish because the doc prescribed the Fentanyl patch for her back pain. Little did we know the side effects included hypersensitivity and mood changes. We thought at first it was because she had been severely dehydrated, but when the crazy talk continued, we wanted the patch off. But Fentanyl is so powerful, you cant go off it cold turkey. Finally this morning she came around,crying because the whole time she couldnt understand why we couldnt understand what she was saying, and she thought we were trying to drive her insane.Great. SUPER RANT: When I called the nurse helpline to try to understand what was going on with the Fentanyl, the usual nurse I talk to wasn't there. Her replacement knew nothing about my mom's case, but promised to get back to us. When she called back, she said she looked over the file, consulted with the last doctor to speak with my mom when she was in the hospital (not her oncologist, just the doc on rotation) and told me there was nothing to do for my mom except make her comfortable because,"you understand she's in the last stages of death, right?" I dont know if she had the wrong file or not, but if I ever meet this nurse, I will make sure she has the right file stuffed down her neck.
Rave: Woke up this morning and said "Fuck it, I'm taking the day off.". Going in tomorrow just for the morning then I'm off until 1/2/13. 9 hours of sleep each of the past two nights and I still feel tired. Rave: Got a call from a friend who is a butcher for a company that supplies most of the better steak houses in the DFW area. One of their customer's orders got screwed up resulting in my friend's shop having excess inventory of some USDA prime beef, so I got a 4 lb. prime rib roast for $7.00/lb. I already ordered a pit smoked ham for Christmas, so to ring in 2013, I'm making garlic and herb encrusted slow smoked prime rib in my smoker, garlic smashed potatoes and brandied mushrooms.
RANT: That moment where you're disqualified from a job because you don't have seven years experience for software that's four years old.
Rant: Wow. Former Olympic athlete Suzy Hamilton living a double life as an escort in Nevada. Rave: But she's sorry. <a class="postlink" href="http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/olympics-fourth-place-medal/former-olympian-reveals-she-worked-las-vegas-escort-180209390--oly.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/olympics- ... --oly.html</a>
Rant: So apparently a prescription for a muscle relaxant has been sitting at my pharmacy for a week now and they just got around to telling me it was there. My suffering this week may have all been for no good reason. Rave: I don't know what practical effects a muscle relaxant has but I have my hopes up.
Rave: Just had dirty dirty sex with the FWB and she told me it was so good she almost passed out Rant: ALMOST passed out. If she had, I would have had the best story/pick-up line ever. ''Yeah that one time I fucked a chick so hard she passed out''