Rave: Interviewed with one of the smaller offices for one of the biggest agencies in the world. It was going great until Rant: We talked about being under the same parent company, so HR talking to me would be poaching. If I want to interview, I'd have to ask my HR permission, they'd would inform my bosses and see where that would go.
Rantish/Raveish: To the patrol officer that pulled me over on my way to the Square this afternoon, I really think your mood would improve if you didn't approach everyone with a chip on your shoulder. I was very polite, meek even, when you pulled me over for improper use of the center turn lane, and yet you insisted on being a jerk. No, I was not trying to cut you off when you also tried to enter the suicide lane, sans turn signal. Honestly, I couldn't figure out why you were trying to play chicken with me when there was a wall of cars opposing you, thus preventing you from making any turn but the awkward U-turn you made to chase me down at 10 miles an hour into the Walgreens parking lot. I would like to thank you, however, for indicating on my citation exactly where I supposedly entered that center lane, and for telling me that state code prohibits drivers from entering the lane more than 300 feet from their intended turn. Armed with this information and my Google-fu, I learned that Mill Street is no more than 85 meters from my intended turn at Whitlock. And wouldn't you know it (probably not, since converting metric to English units is really rough for your ilk), but 85 meters is 279 feet. As any kindergartner can no doubt tell you, that is less than 300 feet. So maybe I'll be seeing you in court in six weeks, because you bet your chunky butt I'll be challenging this. Thanks for being such a doll and brightening my cloudy day. Warm wishes, PG
Rave: I have worked at the new job just long enought to qualify for this long weekend. Rave: 4 day weekend. 4 work days, 4 days off, 4 works days. FUCK YES!
RAVE: Field Manager approved my lateral transfer! RANT: Have to give up the gang stuff. A county mostly known for meth usage doesn't have that big of a gang population. At least my new chief said before she retires in a few months she'll try and pull a few strings to get me into instructor training so I can become a certified gang instructor.
Rant: Who the fuck gets acid reflux from chocolate? Oh, right, me. Well done, body, well done. It's easter in a few days. Fuck you. Arsehole. Edit for rave: Spent nearly an hour last night talking to a lovely old lady about anal sex and BDSM. Yea'. I love my job.
Rant: Damn, I am eating everything in sight and starting to resemble pre-diet Pinkcup. Prediction: this upcoming menstrual cycle is going to be a doozy. Rave: My eyebrows have finally grown back in. They look a little rough, but at least they exist again. Rave: Get to see my littlest brother this weekend!
Rave: Delicious spaghetti for dinner. Sprinkled on a bit of walnut oil once I had it in the bowl to add a slight nutty flavor, which enchanced the tastiness. Rant: I ate it all and don't have anymore.
RANT Why does everything always have to be so difficult? We sold our house, we are moving this week, closing is on Wednesday. So I guess the people who bought our house came poking around and noticed a couple of things. First the paint around the bottom of the trim of the garage is brighter than the rest of the trim. Well, this is because they asked us to repair it so we did and repainted probably about the bottom 3 inches of trim. It just hasn't had the time to fade yet like I am sure it will once exposed to the elements and is very barely noticeable. And the gate is broken. Like it has been in the 10 other times that they have been through but they never mentioned it until now. It wasn't mentioned in the inspection. Apparently now it is a huge problem and they wan't to know what we are going to do about it. They are supposed to sign off on everything at 10 tomorrow morning. It is now 6:30. Apparently am supposed to repaint all the trim on the house to match the brighter 4 inches and repair the gate..... in the snow.....in the dark.....prior to their approval tomorrow morning. This whole process has been nothing short of excruciating (we've had broken contracts, had to fire our realtor, my husband and I coming damn near to hating each other, etc etc etc) and I final thought that we were at the point where things were rolling and now I have the feeling that they are going to try to bend us over the table at the last minute. It's no wonder why I drink.
Rave?: I came home to find the boyfriend cooking dinner wearing little more than an apron and dancing around the kitchen listening to Slow Ride by Foghat. Sweet.
Rave: Angel's boyfriend knows how to woo a lady. Rant/Rave: The girlfriend is PMS-ing something awful, but still happy to give blowjobs. Rave: Planning my brother's bachelor party. We're gonna have a good time. Rave: Passed the home inspection. The dog is mine tomorrow!
Rave: I found out an article I did some illustrations for 2 years ago was published in the January issue of BMC Evolutionary Biology.
MEGA FUCKING AWESOME RAVE: I spent the morning playing with det cord, dets and other assorted explosives shit and made some big fuck off bangs. Still grinning like a kid in a candy store. Fuck I love where my job can head in the future.
Rave: Two girls at one time Rant: That shit is hard work Rave: Two girls at one time Rave: Likely will turn into a semi-regular thing In other news Rave: Girl friend landed a interview at a place that would be awesome for her. Means she can get out of her soul sucking job that she currently has Rant: No more discount at the french bastard's bakery she works at Rave: It is something she actually had to do for a long time, but she finally got over a massive spell of depression.
Rave: applying for jobs back home so that hopefully something lines up and is settled for the move. There are actually openings, hooray! Rant: I know the job market here is shit but I don't know how it really is back home. It's got to be better than here. Fingers are crossed. I'm not asking for a 6-figures gig, I just need SOMETHING minimal to get us through the next 4 years while el husband is going to college. He wants to be an engineer and it's going to be constant hard work because he isn't very good at math, and I refuse to let anything distract him during that time. I really, really hope it doesn't come down to waitress'ing. Please God, anything but that.
Rave: Today has confirmed I made the right choice in changing forces and then transferring my trade. Three months left of this course then two years to finish my skills log and I can get posted to this section and blow shit up on a semi regular basis for a living. We got to see the EOD techs play with the various tools they use to disarm IEDs this afternoon and they are fucking cool.
Rant:My father-in-law has decided he wants a tenth grandchild, this one from his favorite daughter. And he wants it bad, so he offered us 50,000 dollars, 10k a year for the first five years of the kids life. I don't even understand where you get off making a proposal like that.
Rant: Why do parents feel the need to share their child's toilet training progress on Facebook? I do not care how many Pullups you have been through today. I don't care how many accidents you've cleaned up, or how many "Kaeleigh tinkled in the potty!!!" celebrations you had today either. Rave: Block. Delete. Not just for TiB anymore!
Related Rant: Look everyone, I don't think that Antonin Scalia and Anthony Kennedy care that you are changing your Facebook profile picture to an equal sign in "solidarity." And I really doubt that your Facebook friends list includes anyone whose mind is going to be changed. I know we successfully stopped child abuse by changing our picture to a cartoon character and all, but c'mon, get over yourselves.
Rant: Had to ask both of my bosses permission to interview for another job. Rave: They both said yes, one a little too fast. Rant: I must suck at my job because they didn't hesitate at letting me be taken away. I sort of know I suck at my job anyway. Rave: I have a shot to go work for one of the biggest agencies ever. Rave: Friend hooked me up to interview at her agency which will be pretty fucking cool if I get in there as well.
RANT: So in my neverending quest to overcome acne (which genetic dictates will, all outside factors aside, quite possibly be there 20 years from now, thanks Mom!) I got a new 3-part product. The directions tell me the moisturizer is not to be rubbed in, but simply spread across my face and mostly allowed to absorb without rubbing. Cool. So I do this, looking down to keep my hair off of my forehead, then I straighten up...and burst into horrified but amused laughter. I looked as if I had taken the cumshot of all cumshots and had it spread all over my face like some sort of awful fetish sandwich.