Rant: Day 2. My clinical instructor is incompetent and possibly mentally disabled. I want to scream, and my jaw hurts from all the clenching I've done today out of frustration. It's gonna be a long summer.
Rave: Managed to luck out and find a decent apartment without looking too hard. It's a studio, and therefore, kinda small. But it's great for what I need. I'm mailing out the application and check tonight, so hopefully and I can snag it before anyone else. Rave: Got a nice bonus at work. Wasn't expecting it, but it is definitely a very nice surprise. Spoilered, cause, well, you'll see. Spoiler Rant:A nice contrast to the rave just above, but, work............sucks. Really sucks. I knew within a week I was going to spend, at most, a year at this gig, but I just don't see that happening. I got a call from a recruiter at a firm I worked with previously and was seriously considering making the change. I'd feel monumentally shitty doing it though. I'm gonna try to make it another month and a half (a whopping six months total) before I start looking. I won't feel too guilty. They really had no full time accounting staff before I started and I have actually made decent progress cleaning things up and making things better than what they were. It's just too much insanity. I mean, every workplace has some degree of it. I get that. It just seems to be ingrained and then some here. I mean, I inherited a fucking mess (and that's being diplomatic) and while I have to clean that up we make a massive software shift (which is being completed by, basically, me and one other person) plus mountains of other shit. And there just isn't any light at the end of the tunnel. The software shift was monumentally retarded. The software itself is decent, be we were given an atrocious timeline to do everything. Plus we had to shift all of our banking somewhere else, which has been a nightmare of epic proportions. And every time we solve one headache an even bigger one pops up. When you are working 55+ hours a week (in a non medical/non legal role) and feel like you still aren't making progress, I feel like that's a sign. I know I'd be working a lot more hours at a large public accounting firm.......but this isn't a large public accounting firm. It could potentially be a nice stepping stone to a better big, but that's about it. I feel like shit for giving in after so short a time frame, but what other option is there? Stay in shitty situation and hope things get better? I doubt I'd last long. Every month I say "Give it another month and things will get better". But they don't get better. And I don't foresee them getting better. At all. The owners just barrel on through with every dumb idea, consequences be damned, and they are suffering for it. They don't listen to the CPA they have working now, so what chance do I have? I guess I'll just stick with the "Keep my head down" strategy for a little while longer and see what happens.
Rant: Last day at my current school tomorrow. Only been there about 10 weeks but I've grown a bit attached, and I really like my co-workers. I hope the new teachers I work with are as helpful and committed (by all accounts they are). Rave: It will be the easiest day ever. All my grades are done with a few minor exceptions. From 7:55 (when school starts) until 1:22 (when the last period starts) I have absolutely no classes. 5 of my 6 classes are seniors, and they don't have to come the last day, so I'll be staring at the walls all day and getting paid for it. Last hour, I give a final exam, scan it quickly, and enter the scores right away, so by the time 2:30 rolls around and the day is over, I'll be done and good to go. In fact, I'll be bringing some DVDs or catching up on The Newsroom by streaming it to my computer all day. I literally have nothing else to do. Fucking awesome. I'm packing Simpsons and Futurama DVDs to watch all day until class starts. Rave: One of my students wrote me an amazing note thanking me for taking over for the last guy, for actually teaching and caring, and wishing me luck next year at my new job. It was just the pick up I needed today, as I've felt kind of stressed over this new job transition, but if the students are responding to me that much, I must be doing something right. Rant: I have two students that absolutely deserve to fail. I really, really want to fail them. They missed SO much class. One girl I have literally not seen since the first week I was there, and the other kid ditched every single class when I gave a test, and when I called him out on it, he ditched two entire weeks. He never made up ANY of the work. BUT, because their first nine-weeks was a cake-walk, and because their midterm was a take-home exam worth 20% of their final grade, they're both hovering around 58% to 59%. A kid who was there every single day and did the work, I'd round that up to 60%, give them their D-, and let them graduate (This is Gov and Econ, so they're required courses to graduate. I literally control whether they're graduating from high school). In these cases, though? Fuck. They do NOT deserve to graduate, but I'd still feel like a dick failing them. Fuck.
RANT: Memorial Day weekend I got myself all prettied up, waxed and shaved the necessary areas, read up on my "Turn Your Man On" books for new ideas, practiced my throaty "But you're the deputy chief assistant district attorney, surely you can make my charges go away, I'll do anything" playful banter, sent a slew of for his eyes only texts most of the week...only to have the boyfriend come down with a death cold. Okay. That's fine. We have a four day work week following, his cold clears up quickly. Which brings me to... RANT: This past weekend I repeat the following routine from above. Only to have the boyfriend throw his shoulder out and have to ice it all weekend and barely move because his doctor is afraid he'll tear his rotator cuff. He was in so much pain I offered a pity blowjob and he wouldn't even take that. Okay. That's fine. It's almost Wednesday and I can feel the libido building into dangerous levels. By Friday the man won't stand a chance. Which brings me to... RANT: His dad is visiting this weekend. Why not get freaky during the week? My field schedule at work is unpredictable and he's so far behind at work he needs to stay late most nights. I JUST WANT TO GET FUCKING LAID.
Rant: I can't sleep. I blame the board. Just kidding, it's not your fault, baby. Rant: Why can't I just survive on chocolate covered blueberries, banana chips, and pineapple coconut water? All of these things SOUND kind of healthy....right?
Just applied for Grad School. Going to get a PR Certification, if i like it then I might go for the masters.
Rant Hey Trader Joes hipster cashier with the little razor knife, first off let me tell you that I hold your store in high regard, I enjoy a variety of products you offer and find it refreshing that all you employees seem so happy, but what I do not find refreshing is the offensive odor that your body is emitting every time you scan an item. Listen I get it you are a hipster, but come on dude take a shower and mix in some deodorant, I am sure that those little hipster girls you chase after don't mind you drinking PBR and smelling like petiole to hide that dank stuff you smoke (that may be co-mingling you with the dirty hippies so I apologize) but I can assure you they do not like that dank underarm smell you are throwing out there. Come correct stinky. Rave going to Mexico to fish for a week in a few days and will not be showering often after sweating profusely for hours on end.
Rant: Stop hanging out in front of my window while I'm working. I already told you your ass was distracting me.... Rave: Sweet, Sweet contractor ass.....
Rave: Got sex. Rant/Rave? Was the ex, three weeks until I leave and she told me last night she has been agonising over breaking up with me and has no idea if she made the right choice for the right reasons if she is self sabotaging again. Rave: Three weeks until I'm off this base.
Rave: I got the best wife in the world. This conversation happened at the first week check up for the baby Wife: So when can I get an IUD put back in? Doctor: Already? Wife: Maybe... Doctor: Well you have to heal your from the c-section, so lets say 5 more weeks, then come back and we can see how you are healing. Wife: Ok, this is going to be 5 long weeks. Rant: Evidentally I was getting it so regularly, that last night 13 days from the last time we had sex(12 days since the baby was born) that i dry humped my wife in my sleep to the point that i made myself cum. I asked my wife did i do anything weird last night, and she said, "I thought I was dreaming, but you grabbed my ass pretty hard and were grinding nicely."
Rant: My sister in law held a big party for her 40th, and I was asked to do the grilling, and jägerette to take photos and other duties, and they hired someone else to do other tasks. The girl the agency sent over was lazy, and jägerette and I ended up working 7 straight hours of set up, pouring drinks, cleaning up, food service grilling, and taking care of the kids, and we didn't get home till 2am, which is stupidly late for us. I know it sounds whiny and selfish, but I hope they offer to give us some money. I know it is family and all, but we also take care of their kids' parties, which they said they would pay us for, but nothing ever materialized. Or just a bottle of scotch. They are well off, we aren't, so I just feel the 7 hours of labor should be rewarded with more than a hug and some leftover sausages. Rave: Flying to England tomorrow to see my sister and her family, as well as my dad and his wife. It will be the first time my sister and I have seen my dad together since 1998. Best part, he and his wife are paying for everything.
Rave: I'm going to Bulgaria on Saturday night for a week. Rave: Work is paying for it and then back to England for a couple of days Rant: My wife is convinced that one of my remote co-workers in Bulgaria wants to fuck me Rant: There is an apartment attached to our Bulgaria offices which means that if she is right, this will become uncomfortable very quickly Rave: I'm 99% convinced that she is wrong
Rant: The water heater pissed the bed last night. Last night I made plans to hang out with my girlfriend after work but instead came home with a bad headache, and I went downstairs after arriving and noticed hot water on the floor and steam coming from the drain valve. Then I got to witness my roommate try to tighten the corroded valve the wrong way, the valve shooting across the room, and about 50 gallons of steaming hot water dump out onto the floor- all about 10 feet from my workbench. Of course now we have no hot water until the heater is replaced. Rave: Nothing was ruined (aside from the water heater) and in a way it was a little funny watching the resulting shitstorm after the valve came off. Also if I didn't have that headache, the leaky valve may not have been noticed yet. Rant: My very roommate wants to start flipping houses and owning rental properties with a friend. He got the idea on Saturday and is going full steam ahead (like asking family & friends for funding) without actually sitting down and writing up a business plan yet or consulting any people in the business, and is constantly asking me advice. I am a broken record responding to his questions about the housing business: "I have no fucking clue, Ken. Maybe you should ask a professional who actually knows." He uses the word "just" wayyy too often when talking about money too, like "Oh I'm certain I can get just $100,000 in funding!" I wish him the best but it looks like his arrogance might just kick him in the ass. It's already very fucking annoying to me when I'm loudly interrupted while working at my bench, but even worse when you ramble on and on about your blindly self-assured ideas with total confidence. I'm all for entrepreneurship but don't want to have anything to do with it if you're going to be a dumbass about it.
RANT: I won't be able to go to the afternoon baseball game with my coworkers. RAVE: It's because were leaving for Detroit for Orion.
Rant: My last apartment was across the street from a middle school and playground, so I had the sounds of kids screaming nonfucking stop all day. At night, there would be music blasting, sirens, fights, and the occasional gunfire. Then, the school started a construction project which added drilling all day and the generator all night. It drove me crazy. This apartment is on a main, but residential, street, doesn't share any walls with our neighbors, and is in the back of the building so we don't even get much noise from the street. It is so nice and quiet and I've made it nearly two years with the only real noise being listening to stray cats fucking now and then. But, sigh, here comes the construction for the building next door. Yaaaaaay. Rave: I'm going to be doing a podcast for this organization that does writing workshops and events around the city where I interview writers living in New York, and I did my first two recordings this week. I'm so excited. So far they've been, let's say, "up and coming" writers but some of my favorite writers live here and I'm hoping they'll agree to do it and I'd get to meet them and then they'll probably think I'm awesome and introduce me to their agents and then I'll be famous. Pretty sure that's how it's going to go.
RANT: God, where to begin? It was 107 fucking degrees today which was bad enough. Back on Monday my Aunt went back in the hospital with pneumonia. They moved her to rehab yesterday and I went to see her today. I got bitched out because she hadn't seen me in 48 hours. Her oldest son sees her once a week and he's a good boy, I take 48 hours to collect my senses and I'm an asshole. Then about 2 hours ago the phone calls started. She called thinking I was her brother, her grandson, her great grandson. She's been kidnapped. Someone is threatening her and her granddaughter. She's in big trouble. This is serious. Then someone visiting her roommate called me and told me it was important that my aunt talk to me. So I talked to my aunt. This is serious. I'm in trouble. I need help. Now. This is serious. Then the phone calls got better. A male nurse from a third world country called almost in tears asking why her grandson called and threatened to kick his ass and get him fired. I apologized profusely for my nephew and cooed gentle words into his ear until I could hear him sigh. Dude, you work with sick, elderly people. Learn how to deal with freaking out relatives. Don't call me crying, I've got my own problems like a freaking out aunt with Alzheimers and family calling me telling me I need to do something. Fuck I need a beer.
Rave Going camping for the first time this weekend. Did some google search on the park (Hocking Hills in southern Ohio) Looks very bad ass. Looking forward to hiking and seeing some awesome scenery. My friend I'm going with has magic mushrooms to offer, I'm nervous to try but then again, I'm also very interested. Rant I have to find a new place to live by the end of next month. Feels like I just moved into this apartment, which in a way I did but the roomie is moving and I can't afford this place on my own.
Rave: sitting in the parlor of an 18th century manor house drinking wine. Feels like I am in Downton abbey.