Rave: Just realized all it will take to turn my dual major (econ/finance) into a double degree is 9 credits worth of ... bullshit elective courses. Like the kids say, "holler!"
Rant: I should be in bed. Have to get up with the kid in 6 hours. Rant: Lots of lesson planning to do for the next couple of weeks Rave: Taking 4 hours to just go into the school and work. It will be nice, quiet, and otherwise closed. I honestly can't wait. Rave: The above is a Rave. The fact that I am raving about work and I am excited about it is awesome. Rant: My daughter's first birthday party is coming up. My wife could not be more stressed if she tried. She is freaking out about every minor detail. She invited 30 people, fully expecting at least half of them to say they couldn't make it. Instead, nearly all of them are coming. She is now losing her mind a bit. Our house is not quite big enough (it will definitely be once the basement is done, but that is at least two years away). Rave: I've used it as an excuse to get some shit done that I've wanted to do for a while. Finally getting pictures hung back up after painting, finally doing something with our basement (area rug + flat screen TV + Wii = kids play area). Finally finishing decorating our daughter's room. Lots of shit we've been putting off is getting done because her hand has finally been forced. I love my wife, but when it comes to fairly meaningless decisions (i.e. where should we hang pictures on the walls), she can't make up her damn mind, and she procrastinates like crazy. Rant: My biggest pet peeve about our house is the yard. We have a bed of rocks the last owners used to park their hillbilly trailer (despite having a driveway that can easily fit 6 car, AND a 3-car garage), and it looks like complete and utter shit. I have to spray it with weed killer six times a year, but it is such a BIG area takes too much time and energy to keep up with it. They also took shit care of the lawn, and despite spending a lot of money on True-Green for two years, it's still really patchy and shitty looking, especially in front (the back yard looks fantastic, but no one can see it because of the fence). Also, I don't exactly have what you'd call a "green thumb." I can put down fertilizer, seed, and weed killer, and I can mow the lawn, but outside that, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, or how to make it look better. Rave: $2,000 back on taxes, plus my wife's bonus, and with my paychecks now that I'm working full time, and we can hire a landscaping company to get rid of the rocks and lay down some sod, and finally fix my horrible wreck of a yard.
Rant: First day back at work after the break and still no one has much of a clue what's going on. Hopefully Monday our modules start back up again so I can get out of here. Rave: My attempt at Sweet 'n' Sour chicken was fucking amazing. I'm so tempted to eat the entire pan and there is enough there for another four meals.
Rant: Well, after meeting with the Ortho surgeon, it has been determined that BOTH my shoulders have massive labral tears. Something to the tune of 90% detached. He said that each one would take a minimum of 10 screws to fix, the average fix is 3-5. Lucky me. I have to go through 6 weeks of physical therapy, which isn't gonna do squat, and then decide which one gets cut open first. Total time to complete recovery, with good rehab? 12-14 months. Yup, thank you US Army and your massively overweight IBA, and thank you to myself for being a complete retard, and not getting this fixed when I was 6 years younger, and still on Active Duty. Ugh.
Rant: After 18 years together I made the difficult decision to place my beloved parrot with a bird adoption service. Rave? They told me that with his personality he will be very easy to find a good home for. In fact, the couple they will probably place him with , the husband plays guitar and piano. That is wonderful! It will be something familiar to him...he loved it when I would play...he would always start singing and dancing. I just hope they can provide him with a stable home for the rest of his days. Rant:His last words to me? "I'm a baby bird!" I turned into a blubbering mess. Rave: As much as it sucks, I know it was the best thing to do for him. Rave: Flying back to Mississippi to sell my house in a few days, so I'll be done with that albatross around my neck and have a nice infusion of cash.
Rave: Costa Rica was amazing. I'll leave it at that to avoid sounding douchey. Rave: Man, being away from the board then coming back to a whole page of new pics in the TiBer thread makes me very very happy.
Rant: I just got rear-ended on I-75. A state trooper was a few cars behind us and saw us pull over on the shoulder, so he came and investigated. Somehow he managed to lose the copy of my insurance card that I gave him. Rave: At least he didn't lose my driver's license. And my car only had a few scratches and I didn't get hurt, so there's that. Rant: It was raining. It feels like we have only had about 10 sunny days here since around the time of Thanksgiving. I need to get away. Or move. Rave: I saw that my friend who is a lesbian put "I like boys" as her Facebook status 2 days ago. It took me a second to figure out the significance, and when I did it gave me a much needed laugh.
RAVE: Tax refund is substantial yet again. Will be nice to pay down my recently accumulated CC debt and buy a few flights for summer trips. RANT: Really going to miss the fat education credit I got each year I was in grad school.
Rant: kids, develop coping skills. A few months back I had a terminal falling out with a close friend. I dealt with it well enough that I could be pleasant to her when we saw each other, and invite her round my house as part of group things no problem. Unfortunately, she was pushing pretty hard to move from 'casual drinking buddy' back to 'close friend', and she rolled up to my house while I was high as fuck and spent about a day and a night reminding me of the good times we had over the 4 or so years we were close. You know what's worse than losing a good friend? Losing a good friend and then being reminded of all the fun and companionship you won't be having together any more. Pro tip: taking 21 tabs of X over a 4 day weekend will help while you're actually high, and then it really, really won't. At all. Fuck me. Time to get back on the clean living bandwagon and put the jigsaw pieces of my soul back together. Just kidding, I'm going to annihilate myself at boxing training and then nail half a bottle of bourbon and a vaporizer. It's 3 days later and still the sort of comedown that eats worlds.
I have this vague recollection of this thing that you're supposed to do at night when it gets dark. Sleep? Maybe that's it, but I really can't remember.
Rant: Good grief. I got the CEO a new laptop Sunday. Comparing her laptop to my home computer, we both have a very similar setup, security-wise. I regularly browse to some pretty sketchy websites yet manage to avoid malware infections. She's had the damn thing for 5 days and already has an infection bad enough to make it unusable. Silly me, thinking I could trust her to be able to avoid infections without her laptop being on complete lockdown. I guess I learned my lesson.
This time yesterday, I thought that I would be on my into Manhattan right now to sit down for what would be the most important interview I've ever had. But instead, I'm sitting on my couch at home with the cat, writing this. Spoiler RAVE ...and I've never been happier. Unfortunately, the circumstances that led to my sitting on this couch with a huge, stupid grin on my face are less than happy. Something big happened within the family of the guys I was supposed to meet with that required both of their attention and they called me last night to say that they had to cancel today's meeting. However, they also informed me that today's meeting was merely a formality, that they're bringing me on, and are going to send me an offer package which I should have by the end of the day tomorrow. I already know what the offer is going to be. It's huge, and as soon as I have it in my hands, I'm going to accept it and give my two weeks notice where I am right now. Holy fucking shit. This is life changing. Thank you so much to everyone who's voiced their support. I really appreciate it.
Rant- Had a job interview today. Went eeeehhhhhhhhh. I really don't know how to read it. Couple of missteps and I don't think I came up with many good specific work examples to illustrate my points. From the reviews Ive read and what I saw today the average age at this place is 27 which is sweet. Lots hope the personal recommendation from a staffer can push me over the 2nd interview hump.....
Re: Rant & Rave Thread Dear cousin, While I am thrilled at your announcement of your pregnancy (Rave!), I do not think you fully appreciate the pressure you just put on the other members of the family who are of childbearing years (Rant.). My mom already has one grandkid (my nephew who is awesome - Rave!), but apparently she isn't satisfied having the same number of grandchildren as her sister, she has to have more. Which was the take-home message of the phone call I fielded last night. Effectively, "get fucking, I need another grandchild. Oh, and get married too". (Rant.) Fondest regards, Angel.
Rant: el husband was there when some poor fucker who is a couple days out from retiring from the marine corps broke two vertebrate in in his neck this morning at a soccer game...that was being played as a group fun time thingy because of his retirement. He's in surgery now. Holy fuck, the whole timing and leadup to that situation....no words.
Rant: The kid's 1st birthday party is supposed to be Saturday, but if she continues to be as sick and/or teething as badly as she has been (she slept all of 5 hours last night, and wakes up SCREAMING at the top of her lungs), we're going to have to postpone or cancel it. I am very in favor of this option, as it gives my wife another week to get some stuff done, and removes a lot of the stress we're both feeling. The house is nearly ready, but another week would give the kid time to recover and give us time to recover from the mental beating we're taking from her constant screaming and crying. We've never been this stressed in our lives. Rant: Again, I cannot imagine a scenario where I have another kid. My wife still seems dead set, though. I've mentioned my second thoughts on having another child, but despite all this she still wants a second kid eventually. Honestly, I love my daughter and she does adorable stuff that melts my icy heart, but the thought of going through all of this again just makes me want to hang myself. It'd be even worse the second time around, too, because we'd have a 2 year old, not to mention I'd be working full time instead of staying at home with the kids like I did the first time, which reduced a LOT of the stress. Rant: Haven't had time to do shit for lesson planning for after spring break. Rave: Still have three days to put a few things together, and I have a lot of my student teaching lesson plans that cover the exact same topics and units to fall back on, so it'll only take me about 4 hours to make a week of lesson plans for all three classes, and tomorrow I'm going into the school to get some nice peace and quiet time to work. Also plan to go in early and stay late every day once I start back up again, so time shouldn't be a huge issue. Rant: The kid is awake again. I just put her down 20 minutes ago, and she passed way out, and slept a grand total of 15 minutes, tops. Fuck.
RAVE: My birthday turned out pretty good yesterday. RANT: I didn't think it would and I really need to get my mind right. RAVE: Heading out to see a friend tonight for a weekend of gaming, probably mostly Path of Exile.
Rave: and the party is postponed... Rant: ...because her fever came back with a vengeance this morning, and brought its friends congestion, coughing, and nasty yellow snot with it. Rave: I still got into work this morning and accomplished a lot in 2 hours. Feel way better and less stressed about going back in Monday, and I don't have too much more to do prep wise.
Rant: It is the first week of April. I should not have to wake up very early in the morning regretting that I didn't put pants on to sleep in last night because I'm too cold to stay asleep. Rant: Something happened at work last night that's either going to get me a lot of praise or in trouble, and the anxiety over that is stressing me out. We had a harasser, and the harassers don't realize that we're much, much smarter than them and while usually when they get cranky about being outsmarted they just shout that we're all baby killers and then either go away on their own or we can end the conversation. But this one just flipped her shit because the conversation wasn't going the way she was hoping it would go and never got the opportunity to yell at us the way she wanted to yell and instead had to resort to making no fucking sense whatsoever. She asked to talk to a supervisor and then carried on with me for, like, 45 more minutes. And I had two whole hours of training for my promotion, so I had no idea what the fuck I was supposed to be doing so I was just winging it. Two of the other girls in my position said that I handled it really well, but I'm nervous.