Rave: Finally won an intramural championship Ravier: My first time playing futsal Raviest: Scored in the championship game. With a nutmeg.
Rave: Going to the gym with Top is probably the best decision I've ever made. One-on-one mentorship, he finds out I'm a decent guy, and I'm getting stronger. He still makes me look like a pussy, but I'm getting closer every week. Rant: CWO3 still hates me. I'm getting passed over for crew supervisor; instead, they're giving it to the boot corporal who knows nothing. It's a bitter pill to swallow because I did the exact same thing when I was a boot corporal. Thing is, I at least knew how to maintain the gear, how to teach others the job... you know, be a leader. This guy's completely clueless but hides it by being cocky as fuck and talking a good game while taking credit for the stuff that the lances are doing. He's at Corporal's Course right now... and when I come home from work, he's sitting there telling me all about the leadership principles he's learning and how he's going to change all sorts of stuff when he gets back. The old saying goes, "There's nothing worse than a lieutenant with a good idea." The same goes for newly promoted corporals. Rant: I'm probably not getting the next crew supervisor spot, either. A sergeant is coming this month; he got kicked off the drill field for punching a recruit in the face, and now he's coming here. CWO3 is probably going to give that spot to him. I am anticipating off-the-chart levels of faggotry when he arrives.
Rant: In the wee hours of Monday morning all symptoms of food poisoning were in full on attack. I had things coming out of places that made me curse God for putting an umm...outlet, for. I puked for 24 hours. I couldn't even hold down water for fuck sake. I thought I was going to die. Rant: It has forever tainted one of the best milkshakes out there. Jamocha I will miss you. Rant: Arby's is NOT good mood food. Rave: I am out of the office tomorrow, heading to the coast for the weekend and the weather is fantastic. I am the designated booze bringer. Rave: NEW BEVERAGE ALERT!!!! Pinnacle Gummy Vodka and seltzer. Pure awesome.
Bummer: Interview was a slam dunk. She was really impressed with my experience. Then she asked about salary requirements... I gave her a range that matched comparable jobs I had been seeing in the area I'm applying, and she said that they're paying roughly 30% less than what I'm making now. "Best of luck in your search to fill this position. It was nice talking with you." And so the process continues. Rave: It was great to hear that someone was so impressed with me and my experience, and I'm glad that I'm starting to get responses after all the applications I've done so far. It was also good to hear her say that she was expecting the salary range I gave her based on my experience. So I know I'm not reaching too high.
Fucking Rant: My dog has an inoperable tumour behind his right eye, which means he probably only has a few months to live. He's a fucking retard and he's pissed me off innumerable times, but... he's my dog. Spoilered for "aww". Spoiler
Rave Got a call today to interview for the teaching job. Rant: Need to spend the weekend brushing up, studying, and creating sample lesson plans, but it's just me and the kid this weekend, so I have zero spare time to work. I need to knock this out of the park.
Rave: Back from a week in the sun. Ziplining was awesome, getting faced on margaritas by the pool was awesome, getting the mother of all sunburns was awesome. Being somewhere where the temperature isn't 2 degrees was awesome. Mini-Rant: Our inability to speak Spanish may have inadvertently cost the boyfriend and I a chance with Argentinian swingers. Ah well. C'est la vie.
Rant: One of the funniest reps was from Rush-O-Matic, "If'n I set too long I get all stoved up." I am fucking all stoved up. F you, Irony. My body is in laughably bad shape the last few years, especially for my age and activity level. Tweaked my back at work on Tuesday. Yesterday before my shift ended, I tweaked my knee. Holy fucking hell it feels like it's being stabbed today. Straight, it's fine, but when I went to bend it I almost screamed. Repeatedly. Rolling on the floor spitting through gnashed teeth kind of scream. Naturally, I had to spend 8 hours today doing squats. Not used to knee pain. This is a new kind of hell. Kind of worried. My legs are one of the few things that still work; I need to be mobile. Rant: Kid at work. I swear he suffered brain damage as a child. Looks right through you, listless, dead expression, the only life in his eyes like that of a beaten dog. He walks around the store as slow as possible, looking around like he's chasing a bug only he can see. When a kid drowns and is revived after too long only because the mother is there screaming, otherwise you should just let the poor kid go, that's the impression I get. This is what happens after the brain goes 5 minutes without air. It'd be a mercy killing if I drowned him in the toilet.
Rave: Got offered a legit job as international teacher at a nuclear facility. Rant: For a Goddamned paycut, and North Korea is stirring up shit again. What a crock of shit.
Rant: Getting a fucking bullshit marketing assignment for an upcoming vendor conference two weeks later than I should have. The conference is next week and the dates have been set for only 2 years... of course we can't plan this in advance.
RANT: New job, get my first CSI (one of those mailers that get sent out asking you to rank your experience) and I get a fucking 1. RAVE: Off tomorrow and I'm going to drink until I get feel feelings tonight.
Rave Spring Break has begun...yeah, I wish I was about 7 years younger and going to Cancun or wherever the cool kids go these days but fuck it, a week off of school is all I need. Rave back to Chicago next Thursday-Sunday for St. Patrick's Day. Any Chicago people here want to possibly get a drink, get at me. Rave a weekend of no work. Beer me!
Rant: Just found out today 200+ employees are getting laid off including myself in the next 60 days. Rant: It sucks having to keep shit like this to yourself. That's a lot of families which are going to be affected.
Ravt: I'm seriously considering building a house from scratch and selling it. Rave, because the idea of doing that is fascinating to me, and because at this stage in my career I have the technical knowledge and the industry connections to do it well. Rant, because it scares the shit out of me. I'd have to bring my dad on as an investor, and if/when the build happens I have no idea how I'll manage the site AND work full-time without the construction interfering with my job. I have a lot spec'd out and blueprints in the works. And it's 4:30am and I'm thinking about this shit.
Rant: Kenny excorsist puked last night. The smell that child generated had its own smell and that smell smelled worse than death. Rave: My Shakespeare professor is super cool and gave me an extension on my midterm paper because I was taking care of my kid when I had planned to write. ???: How does a non drunk person sleep through throwing up his own damn body weight? Fuck how did he continue sleeping through the ungodly stench he created?