Rant: Noland was right. Can barely....get....out of bed..... Someone get me my bacon please. And take my dog out. I am useless today. Can barely call it a rave, but this too shall pass. And then I'll do it all over again! Sweet Jesus, how stupid am I?
Parental rave: We had my 13-year-old's academic assembly today and she got the highest GPA for her class for the second year running. I don't know what it says about us as parents, but when her name was announced last year (they don't tell us what award beforehand, just that she's getting one), my husband and I look at each other and say, "Really? Catherine?" We knew she did well, but we weren't expecting that. She's a really great kid, and we were so happy for her. We weren't allowed to yell for her though, just politely clap. What's that about? (The principal runs that school military-style. The kids all have to walk in silently and all stay standing until everyone is present, then they are allowed to sit down. If they do start talking a whistle is blown loudly and the kids are reminded to follow the rules or the principal will escort them out and they will be embarrassed. It's eerie how silent they were. It's a regular public school.) RANT!RANT!RANT!: I mentioned a bit ago about how we go out to breakfast Saturday mornings after practice for super-cheap. Well, one of the parents thought it would be a great idea if we actually made the breakfast for ALL the swimmers after practice. They are friends of mine, so I'll offer to help (secretly hoping they say no) and I did ask if they want me to provide something. The response was one of the moms bought a lot of sausage and bacon so maybe just offer cash. What is the appropriate amount? $10? It was only $8 for both of us at the restaurant and we got waited on there! Bad, bad idea. Plus now I feel like I need to shower beforehand, which means getting up even earlier...it's a vicious cycle.
Rant/Rave: God damn. There are a few emails I'm hoping for soon and every time I see that I have a new email I have a freaking heart attack until I check it and see that it's just some more shopping spam. I hate that. I submitted something to one of my favorite websites and the editor wrote back saying that they loved it and it's a really good fit for them but they don't have a weekly theme yet that it would fit into for the near future, but he's going to try and work it in somehow. And I applied to a job and they gave me a non-form email response saying they'd get back in touch after the application deadline of the 31st. I have hopes that this means I'm at least getting an interview - I'd expect them to get enough responses to not write back to each one individually - but I'm trying not to get my hopes up. No one should be able to email me until I hear back from these people unless it's unexpected good news from some other source. It's like when you're anticipating a text from a b-o-y and your phone rings and you're all "ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod" then you're all 'GAH WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME DAD?!" Amiright?
RAVE: Got my first job in the audio field! ...Technically. It's a one time thing and it's essentially just Pro Tools grunt work, but the guy strongly implied that there would be more to come if I do alright on this. Well sir, I'll be damned if this isn't going to be the finest grunt work you've ever seen!
Rant: I am in charge of uploading all of my parents' vacation pictures to snapfish so that an album can be printed out for my mom's surprise 60th birthday. Holy SHIT there are a lot of photos and this is taking fooorrreeevvverrrrr.
Rant Exhausted. Beat. Completely sleep deprived myself this weekend...and a work weekend with the Reserves also. Bad call. I'm ready to crash.
Rant: I stupidly decided to work two night shifts this past week. It has left my sleep schedule fucked-in-half. I struggle with sleep schedules as is and without a place to be everyday along with lacking anything even resembling self-discipline I'm sleeping most of the day away and staying up all night. Rant/rave: Lucid dreaming. Shit can be pretty creepy.
Rave: Finally gave notice at the bar today. Three more weeks, and my new schedule becomes active. Rave: More time to write. A couple of things finally fell the right way, and now I can get back to writing. Rant: Things with father-in-law not good at all, looks like several weekends this summer will be spent getting him situated.
Rant: I am aware of what I look like, thanks. You don't have to be a dick to me when more attractive women are around to preserve your alpha status. If you do, I will embarrass the hell out of you and make sure you get no pussy what so ever. Dear lord this week has be hell on my self esteem. I know I'm no ten but for fuck sakes I am cool as hell so SUCK MY DICK.
Rant: Sunburned. On my head. Because nobody reminded me, the balding guy, that I need to put sunscreen on my shiny dome. Rest of my body is fine, but my head makes me look like an angry Irishman.
Rave: My girlfriend took me to her co-worker's wedding over the weekend and it was better than expected. We stayed at the casino where the reception was held and I reached the perfect buzz at the reception (thank you, open bar). The drive was a good 4 1/2 hours but my girlfriend managed to make it interesting with a handjob. We were on a pretty empty stretch of highway and, well, things escalated a bit. Rave: The company president is impressed with the marketing/analytics work I've done for him and wants me to do more- and I'm still meeting my sales goals. Hell yes!
Rave Yesterday I found one of the best stretches of driving road for a motorcycle in Colorado. Its short, but its good. Lookout Mountain is a great way to finish up a long ride.
Rant: Found a kitten. Actually, found 5, but I have two hands and apparently two hands is what is needed to catch a kitten. I will rehome it. I love kittens but don't need a cat. I also cannot stand the sight of 5 cute kittens going feral and becoming part of the huge cat problem we have around here.
Rant After weeks of working out and feeling great I fell asleep last night with my neck jacked against the arm rest of the sofa. Woke up this morning with my back thrown out because of it. Walked around like a dinosaur in ridiculous pain today. Muscle relaxers had me out of it at work and I know Im going to hear about it tomorrow with how sloppy my work was. Fuck I hate life.
Rave: New job! Got the offer today, and I'll be starting soon, only need the school board to approve it. This job has many advantages: --They chose me because I have Psych and Sociology on my license, and they want to expand into that. I could easily see only teaching Psych and Soc within two or three years. These are easily my two favorite subjects and I really, really want to teach them. A schedule of nothing but psych or soc (or both) would be perfect. --Full time, benefits, means the wife is going to part time work, so she can stay home with our daughter more. --I know quite a few people on the staff already. --It is actually teaching U.S. History and Government, two of my favorite subjects to teach, and two subjects I've taught already so I will be able to get some stuff ready. But, of course, there are cons, like: Rant: --I am required to coach varsity football. While it will be fun, it is a HUGE time commitment. Over the summer, the slow time, it is 3 days a week. July it moves to 5 days a week, plus one week of putting in the offense will be a long week. August, games start, and I'll be working 6:30 AM til 7 PM or so Monday through Wednesday, team dinner Thursday means not getting home til around 9, and Fridays are game nights so not home til midnight-ish. Saturday I'll be doing JV stuff (about 8 am til noon) and Sundays are coach meetings. That is August through October. After that, there is conditioning/training every day after school until about 4:30, so I'll be working about 6:30 til 4:30 those days. Long story short: if anyone tells me teachers/coaches don't work a lot, I'll fucking rip their junk off. I'm basically giving up seeing my kid, ever, for this job. After a year, it may not be worth it. --The drive isn't bad (about 35 minutes) but in the winter, the roads I have to take are notoriously shitty. In other words, winter driving will suck. On the other hand, they have snow-delays if there is so much as an inch. I just need to have quite a few emergency sub plans prepared just in case I need to take a day because of shitty weather. --Oh, and with my wife going to part time, we're going from a combined 40-hours-a-week making well over 6 figures to both of us working a combined 90 hours a week (on a good week) and making slightly less than 6 figures a year. All of this is solely because my wife wants to go to working part time. The sad part is I am giving it a year before she is fucking PISSED that I am working so much. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to understand that the only way I'll get a job in teaching is to also be a coach. Rave: Despite all that, I am looking forward to this job. The time will suck, but coaching will be fun, I'll be working with a few friends already, and I'll be teaching stuff I like. Its just a matter of having the TIME to make it all work, plus actually spend some time with my family, too.
Rave: Get my new vehicle on Friday, 2013 Triton GLX-R. Rave: This is fucking hilarious https://twitter.com/RedWeddingTears It's a It's only a TV show and it's getting these kind of reactions, priceless. Rant: I can't fucking wait for this last exam to be done so I can get out of this toxic fucking environment on base and off to my new squadron.
Re: Rant & Rave Thread Rant: the boyfriend is working on a shitty show right now. Huge budget but stingy bosses who cut corners and treat the crew like crap. I sympathize. But I'm sick of the endless stream of "I'm so sick of being in hell" texts I get every day. He's fucking transparent. He wants me to tell him to quit. Then the decision is on my shoulders and he is absolved of having left his crew in the shit. But I'm not saying anything. He's a grown up, he can make his own decisions. But I don't know if I can take another six weeks of his miserable attitude. And yes, the irony of my using this place as an outlet to bitch about my boyfriend's bitching is not lost on me.
Rant/Rave: went sleep shopping last night. I unconsciously ordered 11 books to be delivered to my house, from all different stores. What the ever loving fuck. They're all books I've been meaning to read, but it's a very strange morning to wake up to 11 different confirmation emails from bookstores. I mean, I guess I'm just glad I bought something useful. Last time I did this I ended up with a hello kitty chia pet.
Rant: I would really like to make it back to Atlanta without my sister throwing a tantrum worthy of a toddler and threatening to kill herself again. Really. It would be super nice. I mean, a twenty-year old not acting like a fucking psychotic child. Who'da thunk it?