Rant & Rave Thread

Rave: 1 interview today for 2 jobs. Went well, so here's hoping.

Rave: Driving to Austin Saturday to pick up my daughter. That means SALTLICK BBQ! I can already taste the brisket. It also means stopping at Robertson's for beef jerky.

 

RAAAANT: For some reason (because I'm an idiot?) I let my friend drag me to see The Great Gatsby. I had no idea that fucking Tobey Maguire was in it, or that it was 2 1/2 hours long, or that it was going to be the most gargantuan pile of shit EVER. She is never living this down. I want those 2 1/2 hours of my life back. At least she paid for my ticket.

 

Rant: So a couple of days ago I went to visit my 81 year old aunt with Alzheimer's who just got out of the hospital from breaking her hip. I pulled up and there was some shady looking character in the front yard drinking a beer.

I politely asked him "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Xxxx'x boyfriend."

I walked in the house and overheard my aunt's niece saying ".... and we haven't eaten in days. We need some money". I lost my shit and threw them both off the property. The boyfriend actually asked me if I could drive them down to the plasma center so he could sell his blood. Yeah, that was real high on my to do list. Go fuck yourself.

And like that I became my aunt's caregiver. A caregiver that wasn't trying to take her for a ride. I've already been through this with my mother, but oh my God, this was new and different. She's fine one moment, the next she's talking to people on the ceiling. She messed herself and I had to help clean her up. I can't clean up after a puppy without retching, so I wasn't exactly heroic in my efforts.

Picture this: You're trying to clean up an 81 year old woman that shit herself, you're trying to preserve her dignity, and not lose your cookies all at the same time. It's not fun. Not one bit.

This afternoon I finally called the paramedics and had them take her to the hospital. I don't know what I'm hoping for now. She and I have always been close, and it was awesome this morning when I wheeled her out to the living room to watch The Price is Right and she started singing some old southern hymn at the top of her lungs. Something about the roll call being called up yonder and she was going to be there. She was happy and somewhat lucid. A few minutes later she was asking me to call her husband. He passed away 5 years ago.

Fuck.

Rave: As they were wheeling her down the driveway to the ambulance, I heard her tell the paramedics "That's my nephew, he's such a good boy."

 

Rave: It's been quite awhile since I have drunk ordered anything online, this morning I had a confirmation email for my tickets to see Alabama at an Indian Casino.

 

Rant: Holy fuckballs but my head hurts. Coins on the table at trivia nights is never a good idea.

 

Spoilered for work-related bitchy rant.

Spoiler

Rant: Well, it happened. They confirmed today that I won't have a job come next school year. I stepped into a shit situation taking over for a shit teacher that didn't give a shit about his students (at least not the male ones, from what I've been told by students), and I did it with no prep time and almost no chance to do anything that I wanted or teach how I'd like (and find effective) and despite that, they say they love what I've done. Of course you do. I can count the number of kids I have that are failing on one hand, and I'm working late to help tutor kids that need it, something most other teachers sure as shit aren't willing to do. So who is taking that job next year?

Well, someone from a middle school wanted to move up. Fair enough, he had seniority, he's been around a long time, I understand that. It should mean that there is an opening at a middle school position. I'm happy to take that, right? I should be in front of the fucking line for that position.

Nope, fuck you. No one gets that job. They're just getting rid of it. One less Social Studies teacher. Because why not pack them in like fucking cattle, right?

Mind you, the class size in this particular district is already an average of about 30 to 32 students (most of my classes are anywhere from 32 to 36 kids), lets go ahead and get rid of positions and make those class sizes bigger. That will make the education better, right?

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I fucking give up. Fuck teaching. Decisions made about education by assholes who haven't been near a classroom or a real teaching environment since they graduated college. Students aren't kids or future adults, they're a spreadsheet of test scores, and the goal isn't to prepare them for life, it is to make those test scores as high as possible for as cheap as possible.

Rave: I fucking give up. I'm going to finish out this year and do my best, but no more fucking stressing over it. Screw it. For example: my wife and I had tickets to Book of Mormon in Chicago this coming Wednesday. We bought them well before I got this job, with the intent of staying overnight in Chicago and making a night of it. That plan changed, because I didn't want to take a day off. I wanted to show my dedication so they'd keep me on. Well, they're not keeping me on, so fuck it. I'm taking Thursday off.

Rave: 3 weeks left... one of which will be mostly review.

Rant: Oh, but they do still have a position for me, if I want to be an aide or a paraprofessional or something. Do I really want to do that? Do I really want to take that kind of step backwards, or do I just say "fuck it" and go back to my shitty video store job where they're happy to move me up into the management program. Or do I just say "fuck it" and go part time at the video store so I can stay home with the kid more. Decisions decisions.

 

Rant Losing touch with friends. I send a text out to a few buddies earlier in the week, saying we should all hang this weekend. Haven't seen them in a long time, ever since I moved. My one friend now gives me the "Yeah I'm just really broke right now" after saying he was down to hang. Maybe if you didn't spend half your paycheck on your pot stash, it would be a different story. Fucking lame.

Rave getting back into the running groove once again. Still not up to my full endurance yet, but feels really good to be out making it happen.

Rant fucking COM 225..what a dreadful class. Didn't help that my professor was snide and unhelpful as a teacher, makes me want to rethink my path in journalism

 

RANT: The long version would take an hour to type. The short version is that my dad chose to move to MS and despite alternatives being brought up is doing everything in his power to force my brother to move to MS. He is a real-life Tywin Lannister, except Tywin Lannister leaves a slight fuck to be given for other things than what he personally wants and hasn't let himself be stuck working shitty jobs his entire life because he trusted a 17 year old girl who claimed to be infertile. I can only hope he meets the same fucking end.

In short, my brother and I are the bastard children of two very fucked-up members of very fucked-up families, one of whom is fucking my brother over with no regard for the consequences as part of a decade-long refusal to accept any responsibility in being a real father to the children he brought into this world with his tiny fucking dick and nonexistent balls.

 

Rant: ATM's in strip clubs.

 

Rant: Fuck you dude, I'm done.
Rave: Enough booze left to make me forget everything and be happy for a bit.

 

Rave: Got in a solid 10 mile run yesterday for the first time since the half marathon I ran in March.

Double Rave: Saw a turtle orgy on said run.

Rant: Hangover City, population: me.

 

Rave: Solid two and a half hours of pick-up soccer this afternoon, after which my game was complimented by two former pros
Rave: Came home to pulled pork slow cooked in homemade BBQ sauce finishing up.
Rant: Somehow decided it would be a good idea to eat a few plain seeds from a serrano pepper while making Crown's mango guac recipe. It wasn't.

 

Rave: Picked up third job.

Rant: Boy #1 was being a douche so I left him a note saying I was bailing from the situation and that I'd see him at work.
He pulled me into the office to talk about it. I got a lengthy apology and told him what I need from him to be ok with our poly situation. He promised that he would do better. I told him that was really easy to say. Holding pattern until I see that he is doing these things.


Rave: In other news I made out with the cute Sous-Chef who quit that day. May have a double date with him and his girlfriend.

 

Rave: My faith in the future of humanity has been restored for now. Last night my sister and I went to the grocery store,got what we needed, and got in the self-checkout lane. Before I could get to the end of the belt to bag the groceries, a cherub-faced little girl who couldn't have been more than 6 or 7 years old started bagging for us. I smiled at her and said "When did you start working here?" She said "I don't work here, just like to help!" and bagged everything that wasn't too heavy. I thanked her and she bounced off to the next lane to help other people. I figured her mom or dad worked at the grocery store and she was helping out, but as we were leaving I saw her come out with her mom. Sometimes its a shock to realize that all kids aren't selfish snot nosed brats.

 

Rave: 1 month ago I got my tubes tied, no more procreating for me.

Mega Rant: Since going off the pill after getting my tubal, I've gained 20 lbs in 4 weeks. Fast enough that I can actually feel the difference in my body. I was always the 'healthy' girl. Now I'm the fat girl. This is past the point of my usual home work outs. Gym, here I come.

 

Rant: The past week and a half or so have been such a giant clusterfuck that I was actually losing sleep over it. My wife and I went to Cape Cod last weekend, only to have my car break down. Since it wouldn't be ready until later in the week, we had to rent a car and keep it until my car was ready. We drove back down to the Cape this past Saturday, picked my car up, and then it wouldn't start again yesterday.

Rave: Got that bitch started through some juju magic on my part.

Rave: Traded it in for a 2013 Ford Escape Titanium. This happened to be the car we got as a rental (only because the compact car we wanted to rent had its check engine light on). We fell in love with it, so decided to bite the bullet since my car is on its last legs. Picking it up tonight, and cannot wait.

 

Rant: Fox/ Whomever is not going to make a 24 movie.

Rave: Because it's returning to televsion via the miniseries! w00t!

 

Rant: Stress and I get along about as well as Tiger and Sergio. Typically a cool indifference until it boils over, normally on Sunday nights when I can't help but think about the coming week. Then I can't sleep no matter how much melatonin I eat. I probably slept all of 4 hours last night. I just want to call it a day...