Rave: Received then sent the paperwork for my background check for my summer job. I haven't been formally offered a position but I will be offered one as soon as the background check is complete. Rant: Stupid paper for international intellectual property seminar. It's the most uninteresting class I've ever taken and just about the most worthless. I'm ready to be finished with this paper.
Rave: do you ever see the guys with the super expensive Yeti coolers and wonder how someone could buy something like that? Well, I have three and earned two of them. 75 qt. 45 qt. 20 qt.
Rant: Heaven Hill Vodka. Heard about it, never tried it. Needed the cheapest vodka I could find for a little experiment. At $11 for a 1.75L, this fit the bill. When I tried it (part of the experiment), I wanted to pull my guts out of my throat with a red-hot pitchfork (important note: did not swallow it). This stuff is clearly not made for human consumption. That, or the makers of it just do so as a practical joke on teenagers as a way to get them out of the gene pool. By killing themselves. Because drinking it hurts so bad. I never knew liquor could be so cruel until I tried this liquid knife in my throat. RAVE: Brita Filter + Heaven Hill vodka. Ran it through there two times, and difference was already remarkable. After the second filter, I tasted it and spit it back out like I did on the first taste -- so as not to get drunk and ruin the accuracy of further tests -- but this time I was reluctant to spit it back out. It actually tasted somewhat good. Like something I would mix. Ran it through another two times (making it now four times in total), and it now tastes like something I would drink neat. Doesn't have the buttery notes of a Titos or a Ketel One, but more like the clean smoothness of Skyy of Svedka. No noticeable bite at the end. Much better than Smirnoff for sure. Not saying it's better than Skyy or Svedka, but the difference in taste is so extremely marginal between them and Heaven Hill after 4 filters through a Brita, that the price difference drastically swings my preference in favor of Heaven Hill (once it passed through a Brita filter).
I DON'T EVEN KNOW: In the ongoing saga of "Is this my life," I worked late tonight and had a bad craving for greasy fried chicken. And, being in the south, I should've just asked the boyfriend about a good hole in the wall place to get some delicious fried goodness. But nooooo, I spot a KFC, order myself a combo meal and pull up to the window. A very nice girl takes my money and asks if I want ketchup. As I say "Yes," a man hands me my order. It's one of my probationers. That has an active probation warrant for his arrest. And I'm in full uniform. I duck my head, mumble "Thank you" and take off. I call the boyfriend. He tells me to call the desk sargeant at the sheriff's office. I do. "Is the warrant on Probationer still active? It should be, since I wrote it, but want to make sure." "Yep, why do you ask?" "Well, he's working at the KFC on Major Highway." "How do you know this?" "Uh...he just handed me my order." The desk sarg busted out laughing and said "Okay. We'll send a unit over there." Now, here's why I feel insanely guilty. He has a job. And this is where he was arrested. I know, because our jail website shows him as being in custody as of 9pm and shows the location of his arrest. I seriously did not want it to go down that way. On the other hand, I saved him from a warrant once before. I told him that I had gotten my ass chewed out because I did not write a warrant for him and my supervisor reamed me for it. He thanked me and begged and pleaded for me to not write one. I remember clearly saying "You need to listen to me. You owe a lot of money in restitution. You MUST start paying this by the end of the month or I will have absolutely no choice. You're already deep in the hole on arrearage, you cannot keep dodging this. Do you understand me? And you must report to me next month." I got a barrage of "Yes, yes, yes, of course, absolutely, I will do everything." I gave him 60 days. He disappeared and never paid. This is not someone that's 19 years old. He's 42. He's older than me. I wasn't about to confront him in my car when my duty gear and gun were in my trunk. Fuck, for all I know, he could've pulled out a gun if I said "Hey, I know you!" The boyfriend reassured me that he brought it on himself because he was given a chance to straighten up and fly right, and he's had a prior revocation for failing to pay his restitution (he owes about $22,000) and disappearing. Still. My life is a series of crazy shit like this. Never a goddamn dull moment.
Rave: My sister's wedding was last week and it is finally over. So fucking stressful. Every single one of my family members had a meltdown and I had to play peacekeeper for every argument. Thank fucking christ it is over. Wedding's are the worst. Rant: Now I have to actively police my facebook to ensue no videos of me dancing end up available for public viewing.
Rave: I got to punch a guy in the face tonight! Rant: I had to punch a guy in the face tonight. Rave: I met a very cute boy with a British accent tonight. (Clarification:Not the same guy I punched) Rant: I did not get to makeout with the very cute British boy tonight because his friend who was the Birthday Boy was on the verge of puking and he had to escort him back to their hotel Rant: Bros Before Ho's equals Lame
Rant/Rave?: I just realised if all works out properly, in January I'll be studying at three different universities, doing two bachelor of arts and an individual unit in Latin. Not sure if I'm excited 'cause it presents a challenge, or freaking out because that's a lot of work. Worth it though.
Rave: Applied for a job online. Less then an hour after I hit send I get a call to set up an interview. I assume this is a good sign.
Rant? Rave? This asshole cat just walked across my keyboard and sent an important email I was proofreading. Rave: I spent the morning at a maximum security federal prison observing the hospital and touring the prison. It was cool.
Rave: thought we had a $500 tax liability this year, but our CPA missed a document that was in our stuff, so we're getting back a whopping $13 instead. Better than writing a check for $500. Rant: So I came a across a job I was interested in applying for at another college, but on the application, it states that one of your two professional references must be your current supervisor. There was an email link if you had any questions, so I sent one stating that I really don't want to tip my hand to my current boss that I'm exploring other opportunities and I'm sure other applicants probably share the same sentiment. No response. How insane is that? Its like saying, "Let's limit our candidate pool to only the most desperate!" Rave: looks like my wife will have a new job next week. She's meeting with the president next week to come to terms on a compensation package. Thank God. Her anxiety level the last month hasn't been good for any of us.
Rave Huge promotion and a 30% raise. More motherfuckin money and power. They definitely picked up on the fact that I was feeling undervalued, overwhelmed, and downright exploited for my skill-sets. Rant I wish I had more time to write on this board, I seriously enjoy this community.
Rave: Officially employed. Rave: Salary and only required to work 20-40 hours per week. This summer looks to be shaping up nicely. Rant: I start next week. I was hoping to start after finals but will have to work a few weeks until shit really hits the fan around here.
RANT: Working 7-16's for the next month or so in some shit hole town up north. The only hotel within 100km of the jobs wifi is excruciatingly slow. I barely get cell reception and my laptop dosen't have any porn saved on the hard drive. It's going to be a long month not being able to jerk off. Maybe my girlfriend will talk dirty to me over the phone or something.
RAVE To balance out my rant earlier in the week about the pain in the ass that is buying an selling a house. Closed today, the ink is dry, we are new and old homeowners. So goodbye to my old roomy suburban home and 50 minute commute. Hello to my cute new 1920 bungalow located within minutes of what I like to do and 5 minutes from my work. RANT (mini - since i am not feeling rantish) Still need to actually move, which we all know is a barrel of fun, and try to fit my old stuff into my new little house. Isn't it cute!
Rave: Home and all on my lonesome for the first time in six weeks. AS much fun as the course as being constantly around the same people day in, day out was starting to wear thin. Rave: Long weekend, hockey and drinking. Rant: Have to clean up my house.
Spoilered because no one likes whining. Spoiler I've been at my office for an hour already and it's only 5:45AM. This day is going to drag on until probably 6:00 this evening, so I am looking at my fourth 12 to 13 hour day in a row, not to mention full days this past weekend but I'm finally managing to dig a hole into the giant fucking mess I inherited so hopefully I can get back to a reasonable 10 hour day like usual. Mrs. Noland is leaving on Sunday for a week at her parent's place which is great because I'll have the house to myself for a while, but I'm beginning to forget what my children look like and they are starting to ask who that strange man with Mommy is and a week without seeing them at all is going to be hard. Also, I haven't been able to work out in about a month because my back is all screwed up, the toes on my right foot have been numb for that long and my insurer is doing its usual bang up job of approving an MRI so I can have something done about this. We do have tomorrow off, so if nothing else good came from it, the crucifixion is giving me that. Something's gotta give.
RAVE: Accepted into the practical nursing program at my college. It's never too late to be who you were meant to be, and I'll be picking up that trail again this August. RAVE: For the first time in a long time I feel like everything's going to be okay. RAVE: Ding dong the witch is dead! My mother-in-law finally died on Sunday. Why is this a rave? Because that woman was the most burdensome, miserable, selfish cunt ever to walk the face of the earth. The shit she let happen to her children and the way she has treated my wife is beyond fucked up. The fact that she has been a cripple for the last 30+ years was a judgement upon her. Every minute she suffered was well deserved. RANT: Hearing my wife cry, seeing her grief, and knowing all the unresolved crap she has had to deal with makes me hate that bitch all the more. I hope she's on a slow rotisserie in hell.
Rave:Three day visit from the mother, no issues at all. Just her usual crazyness, but no incidents. Rave:She brought Mike and Ike and whiskey.