RAVE: WHO JUST GOT HIRED FOR HIS DREAM JOB? THIS GUY. Hello working 30 hours a week 8 months a year teaching a bunch of college aged kids about cool stuff like martial arts and nutrition while getting paid a decent salary. Moral of the story: get high on magic mushrooms. You'll realize you're a tiger who doesn't have to fear his ambitions and you'll ace the interview. Rant: It starts Wednesday, and I have a shitload of stuff to plan, including maybe buying a car and finding a place to sleep.
MEGA RAVE: I just talked with my new supervisor. I won't be teaching martial arts, as they were more interested in a guy specialized in stand-up. However, they liked me a lot so they gave me other courses instead. I'll be teaching aerobics and yoga to hot young chicks in tight clothes. I have no idea how to do that, but it's going to be freakin' funny so I don't care. Just when I thought my day couldn't get better, karma threw me a fastball right in the center. I expect Sofia Vergara to fall on my cock any minute now. Rave: I'll only have classes to give on Mondays and Tuesdays, which means I can still keep training BJJ and keep taking dancing lessons in the city I'm currently staying at.
Rant: Inventory went really badly. I knew I had some thieves come and go but 1.75% is REALLY bad. Ugh, I don't even want a drink.
Rave I might actually like these classes I'm taking this semester. They seem pretty easy for now. Rave Finally found an apartment in a nice area I like. Pretty much 100% sure I'm going to make it happen. Although I will be living with a room mate, it will be affordable. ?? The roomie is a chick, and an attractive one at that. I hope this doesn't turn for the awkward.
Rant: I kept putting off going to the doctor about my knee for a few weeks because I didn't want to pick up anything (even though I got my flu shot back in Sept.), but the pain got to be too much so I caved. I used my own pen when filling out papers, and must have washed my hands with anti-bacterial soap 3 times while there. Sure enough, I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. Not the flu, just a cold that will soon turn to bronchitis because it always does. Great way to spend my 4 day weekend. MRI of the knee on Monday.
Rave: Back to school, back to school! Last semester of courses. After this it'll be 95% clinical. Rant: I only like two of my courses. The other 6 completely blow. So far, I know of 4 group presentations...one of which has to be an hour long and cover sexual dysfunction in people with spinal cord injuries. Fun times. Stop the madness of constant group work! Rave: Luckily, we can choose our groups and my research team is staying together for all the other groups. That makes meeting a whole lot easier, and I actually like these people.
RANT: Banging a paronychia (cuticle infection) against hard objects repeatedly hurt really, really bad. I would rather dislocate my shoulder again than deal with another week of this shit. At least that ride has demerol waiting at the end of it. I also have a swollen lymph node under my arm for some reason. RAVE: Thanks to a ton of help from a couple of board members, I may be very close to finally making a decision on school.
RAVE: Hockey's back! RANT: The Canucks are of to a... slow... start. "Blowout loss" may or may not be an appropriate description. We'll try again tomorrow. RAVE: This is one of the reasons why I like MMA so much. I have no national affiliation with fighters. GSP is awesome, but if he lost I wouldn't be heart broken. As of right now my two favourite fighters are Brazilian and American/Mexican (Aldo and Velasquez). Anyway, I think we can all agree that sports are awesome and I'm drunk for the first time in two weeks, which is also awesome.
Rant: Stress. New house, new job. Relationship drama because of said house and job. And we may have to spend $500 on a new water heater, along with everything else that comes with owning a house. I want a cigarette.
Rant: First day back at work, in the middle of an instructor changeover this is going to suck like a black hole. Rant: Had to shave off my Ranga pirate beard. There were tears.
Rant: I had to pay $60 more on my insurance premium than I was originally quoted. Rave: That's still only $322. For 2 vehicles. For a year.
Rant: delayed flight. Rant: to Buffalo. Where it is -8 and snowing. Rave: after an awesome little vaca in Florida. Where it is 25 and lovely. Rant: having to leave. Rave: having been here at all.
Rave: This is where I insert a gif of Andy Samberg standing against a blue sky, with the wispy clouds behind him triumphantly spelling out the most glorious of all overshares. Yes, dear readers. I just had sex. Finally.
WTF: Last night I texted a (male) friend of mine, asking him if he went to that Atlanta/SF abortion of a game since he has season tix. Today, I get this text from him: "I owe you an apology. Having looked back at some of our previous texts I have realized some were very inappropriate. Not only on a professional level but also for one such as myself who is madly in love with my girlfriend Whateverthehellhernameis. I apologize if I ever gave you a different impression. More than slightly confused, I text back, "Um, dude? You don't have to apologize for anything. You did nothing wrong. I never got any impression whatsoever you were doing anything inappropriate." I get back: "It was wrong to you but also to her. I care for her way too much to have given you any other impression." I said I accepted his apology and asked if this meant we weren't having sushi this week (very tentative plans we made last week) and he said "We weren't having sushi this week and as I already said I don't get enough time with her." Now. Professional level? We work for the department, but he's in a completely different office, and it's okay for POs to date or whatever as long as they're not in the same office. Did I mention he and I shared a kiss and a grope when I filed for divorce and before the boy and I got serious? I don't think that's professional either. We've had a bit of a flirty thing going on for two years, but he knows I'm in a serious relationship. I can only begin to imagine what happened. You silly boys and your groveling when you've done something wrong!
RAVE: I've been messing with my sister all night. For the past few years, she's had an aversion to Kevin Bacon. She can't see his face, hear his voice, or even hear his name in passing without shuddering. She insists that he disgusts her on a primal level and her favorite thing to say when he comes up in conversation is, "Vomit down my chest." So for the past few hours, I've had various people sending pictures of Kevin Bacon's face to her cell phone. She is freaking the fuck out. I know she'll get her revenge on me, but this is the funniest thing ever.
Rant: The NSAIDs the doc prescribed aren't doing anything for my knee. I'm hobbling around the house like Ahab on deck in the middle of a nor'easter. MRI was yesterday and he's supposed to get the report this morning which will likely result in an appointment with an orthopedist, and who knows how quickly that will happen. I'm reluctant to ask for something stronger (I.e., opiates) but the pain and its resulting poor sleep do not bode well for me and those around me. Rave: A position is opening up Feb 1 in a local office of a state agency I work with and two of the Counselors there have been talking me up to the manager. She's going to be in that office today, so I'm stopping by this morning to "pick up some paperwork" and an informal introduction. Same money, shorter commute, no managerial responsibility, and a lot more direct client contact. Here's hoping!