RAVE: Easter is about 6 weeks away. Usually Easter candy being out so early would annoy me, but I don't give a good goddamn today. Cadbury Eggs are now in my belly. RAVE: Had enough OT to go home at 1pm today. My happy ass is lounging in bed right now. Alone, sadly, but some people in my life have to put people in jail. RAVE: Despite yesterday's shitstorm in court, I'm in a fabulously good mood today.
Rave: Thanks to renovations in the office, now my basement workshop back home has a carpeted floor. For FREE! Rant: Thanks to renovations in the office, there are sawzalls, masonry drills, vacuums etc. running constantly all day long. Just the kind of annoying power tools I hate hearing while I try to make sales calls. Only a dental drill is worse. Rave: My girlfriend did my taxes over the weekend and the interest-free loan Uncle Sam is paying back to me (some call it a tax refund) is enough to cover the gunsmithing seminar I'm doing this fall- including the trip to Montana. Perfect timing.
Rant: Weekend trip to party with the lady's college friends is off due to her crazy roommate's birthday who has no friends. The girlfriend has a heart of gold and feels the need to celebrate with her instead of irresponsibly boozing in a different location with people she actually likes. Rant: Because of this cancellation I will now be in town when roommate's father comes to visit. From everything I've heard he's exactly like roommate and I have no desire to meet him. Rave: The girlfriend has to give two speeches next week for her alma mater's scholarship fund. She has invited me to attend both of these with her which means that I will be getting to eat at nice yet overpriced restaurants for free.
Rave: I fixed the AC in my car. The connector behind the dials melted so I just had to reseat the connection. I'll probably need to purchase a new plastic connector thingy but for now, it works. This is all part of my vow to learn everything I can about our cars and perform as many fixes and do as much maintenance on our cars myself. I was inspired by the auto skills shop on base. I can bring my car there, use their tools, lifts, etc for free or a small fee ($5/hr to use the hydraulic lift, what what!), and do whatever work I need there. Fucking amazing. Rant: It took me 7 months to muster up the balls to start tearing things open in my own car. 7 months to do a 5 minute fix. 7 fucking months without AC! GAH!
Rant: I seem to be the only one who likes to drink on weekdays. What the fuck? In LA everyone was a degenerate. Fuck Texas and their dumbass rules about not selling liquor in grocery stores (that's insane).
Rant: I'm not getting anything done lately. I don't seem to have anything left in the tank after 4 p.m. That, or I'm just getting terribly lazy. Whatever it is, I have to get it fixed immediately. I have too many obligations to be wasting 5-6 hours at a time after I can technically leave work. Rant: I have too many obligations and it is causing me grief, but being stressed and overwhelmed is only a symptom of a bigger problem. I can't say no to people, which is a common problem. But I would go so far as to say that my general obsequiousness infects everything I do; it makes all of my social interactions tremendously fucked up. I'm not sure how to even begin fixing that problem, but I know that my life won't improve much until I do.
Rave: I started an internship at the beginning of this semester, and I'm really enjoying it. I had heard mixed things, but I think as long as I work hard and jump at opportunities, I'll learn a lot and have a good experience. Rant: I got a little over zealous and now I'm in charge of compiling a comprehensive list of free and low-cost resources in the county (from free clothing to hot meals to pre-natal care). There are some lists available, and the agency has some resource sheets, but typing it all up, cross checking lists, and calling around to verify information is going to be a bigger project than I really wanted to take on right now. Rave: Once I get it all finished, I think it will be a really valuable tool (for me and the other interns as well as for the agency).
Rant: Idiots who ascribe qualities to themselves that they obviously don't have and then shove that down your throat every chance they get. "I'm so mature, you just don't understand the things I've gone through, age is irrelevant when you've experienced what I've experienced." NO BITCH, YOU'RE 24 AND A FUCKING IDIOT. Newly 24, I might add, although not newly a fucking idiot. Age is entirely relevant, but ironically I can't explain how relevant it is because you won't understand until you're older. Even just one year older, like me at the ripe old age of 25, I know how fucking insane it is to think that at 24 you have any of the life experience or understanding of someone who is six years older than you. I'm sorry, you dumb cunt, but wishing that your age matched your face will never happen. Just because you look like you're 30 does not mean you act like it, and trust me when I say that you don't. Constantly trying to undermine your coworkers, insulting everyone and then saying, "Haha just kidding!" and taking every joke, no matter how innocuous, personally in a RESTAURANT just tells me that you're a confused little girl with no concept of the world. You got married at 20 and this is supposed to be an indicator of intelligence. Idiots get married at 20 every day, no one calls them mature. Somehow you failed community college in California and then failed at going to college here too. So you're married, but uneducated, and still more mature than most of the college-educated and successful people at our work? Right. And let's talk about your move up here: I'm supposed to believe that you just uprooted your whole life and moved to Portland with no job prospects and no friends because things were so great in California that you just had to leave? Bullshit. I'm certain, having known you now for six months, that everyone down there hated you so much you were forced to leave, because you'd literally turned the entire city of Long Beach against you just by virtue of showing up with your pretentious, condescending douchebaggery every day. So no, Mrs. I'm Married So I'm More Mature Than Everyone, you're not mature, you're not smart, and if we were on a life raft floating ten feet off the coast with every chance of getting rescued, I would still sacrifice you immediately and claim that I did it to save my own life, only I did it to save everyone else's because I am thoroughly sorry for anyone who has to meet you in the future and actually believes any of the bullshit you say.
Rave: Broke my five-month dry spell. Went over to a friend's house, fixed her CD player, and one thing led to another. Yeah, I know that sounds completely and utterly lame and the subject of a terrible cheesy porno. But hey, we liked each other to begin with; we just needed a reason for me to drive over to her house that wasn't "Hi, I know we're good friends... but I'd love to fuck your brains out." Rant: Couldn't come. I hate my dick sometimes. I guess it's better than having the opposite problem. Rave: Working out with the master sergeant. Rant: He is a LOT stronger than me and makes me look like a pussy. Rave: I'm improving rapidly. Might take a little while to get up to his level, but I'm definitely enjoying this stuff a lot more than I used to.
Rave: Wife has an interview tomorrow morning. Here's hoping! Rant: I have to go into the office tomorrow for the monthly financial report meeting with my boss, which means no pain meds until after I get back home. I don't know which is going to be more painful, the meeting or my knee. I hate the financial aspect of my job. Rave: I lost 10lbs. and I don't know how, especially considering all the sweets I consumed over the holidays.
Rant: How many people here drive a vehicle that matches the exact description of a former LAPD and Navy Reservist who's decided to wage a one man war on local Law Enforcement(shooting 5, killing 3 including 2 cops and a cops daughter), initiating what is said to be biggest regional man hunt in recent memory? When I say exactly matching, I mean make, model, color, shit, even the 1st 3 letters of the license plates are similar! 8X8 vs 8D8? That would be this guy. Bigger Rant: How many people have to drive through rush hour traffic, 41 miles through LA traffic, and hope you don't get lit up by trigger happy Cops from every jurisdiction from Bakersfield to San Diego? Yeah, that would be this guy again. Pray for me....
Rant: just wasted two hours of my life, and four more of the same shit coming in the next weeks. Thanks HR department for so much useful advice, like how to give a successful first lesson to your students 3 weeks into the semester already, or how to stay healthy during your first semester (exercise and eat well, that's a new one). Rant: can't get out of the teachers' union. Go democracy. I can't stand self-entitled hippies who think rich people are evil and owe them everything. Fuck them. In their invitation letter to a quick lunch meeting about our rights as teachers, they mentioned they would have bottled mineral water twice. I could feel the smugness drip off the page. Ugh. Rave: it's still the most awesomest job ever. There is a technician on site every day of the week who's paid to help the teachers. Her specialty is outdoor activities, so I will have free private lessons on cool survival skills like starting a fire in the winter or whatever ninja skills I feel like learning. Last week she spent two hours showing me basic cross country skiing stuff, with brand new equipment I can borrow for free anytime I want, in a national park with kickass cross-country skiing trails that's literally in the back yard of the school. Rave: I also learned how much I'll be making for my part-time replacement job, and it's a few thousand bucks over what I was expecting. It's enough for me to survive a whole year on my actual budget. There's probably a red-headed kid (poor thing) born every day to compensate the good karma I'm getting right now.
Rave: Cruisey half day at work with a bit of soccer and squash. Rave: Picked up a carton of beer and one of cider on the way home and the cricket is on TV, it could be a rather large weekend.
Rave: I made it home!! They also found his burned out truck in the mountains, so I can drive to Fresno without having to look over my shoulder. Rant: I gotta drive to Fresno...
Rant: I love brie, but every now and then while I'm eating it I think to myself "Goddamn, this really tastes like testicles."
Rave: My lady friend said this to me last night as we were kissing in her car "I would love nothing more than for you to be balls deep inside me". This was strangely the sweetest yet most erotic thing anyone has ever said to me.
Rant: At work. Driving home is going to be a pain in the ass with the snow. Rave: I'm probably leaving at noon--or after my package from Amazon arrives. The weatherpeople have kind of given up. The forecast for CT is now 1-2 feet with more or less than that locally. It's like Ollie the weatherman from Family Guy screaming, "IT'S GONNA SNOW!", then Tom Tucker asks, "How much Ollie?" "A LOT!"