The most unimpressive and infuriating sentiment in the world is being proud of how hard you worked to clean up your own mistake.
Rave: Job interview tomorrow. I think I will nail it, and they would be lucky to have me. Rant: Wife is pissy because she has been applying constantly for a few months, and gotten two call backs, while I have so far applied for one, and gotten the one call back.
Rant: An outbreak of canine distemper has 22 of the lions and tigers at my former center sick (they were vaccinated against feline distemper only). The disease has a 50% mortality rate.
Rave: After 3 months, finally making progress with one of my biggest clients. I guess it helps when they replace the CFO with someone who actually went to business school. Rave: Been almost a week and I havent shit the bed.
Rant I turned my thumb into a flesh nunchuck at work today and now I look like I have a taped-up Pillsbury doughboy hand. I was just saying to myself the other day that what I could use in life are maybe a few more agonizing injuries.
A work-related rave for once: I got a raise, nothing massive but enough to make a difference. Another one: One of the people I work with is a pain in the ass. Incapable of being wrong, thinks speed > quality 100% of the time, and is generally an asshole. There is a point where all of these things together begin to outweigh the protection afforded by a personal relationship with a boss, and that point looks to be coming soon for this person.
Rave: Last exam done and dusted, just leaves grad parade and march out shit to do. Rave: Sold my old car to the wreckers for $500 which was $200 more than what I would have got as a trade-in.
Rant: I had an incredibly stressful morning. I was 15-minutes late for a phone meeting with a very important client. Never the less we spoke on the phone, had a good chat and it appeared as if all was on the up-and-up. *Tiny bit of a back-story. During the offseason, one of my responsibilities is to sell advertising for our hockey team. This client used to belong to a former co-worker of mine. When he quit, I took over the account. He signed them on in September, and I took over the account in January. When I took over their file, I was under the assumption that everything was in place, and all I needed to do was to supervise the remaining portion of the season. After I hang up with the client, I go out to take an inventory of all that they've done with us and I come to a shocking discovery: They spent a shit-ton of a money and didn't receive part of their promotion. Like, I'm talking a major part of their promotion was left completely ignored for an entire season. HOLY SHIT. I freak out because I've more-or-less assured the client that everything has been done correctly. So I spent the next hour calling my old co-worker, who was of little help to provide any clarity to my situation. I then spent a significant amount of time digging through old papers and invoices trying to make sense of this mistake. Plain and simply, the old co-worker fucked up big time, and I'm left to clean up his mess six months later. In the end, we owe the client about $700, which is not a ton of money in the grand scheme of things, but talk a bout an unlucky morning. Of course, I had to call the client back with egg on my face and tell her about the mistake. Thankfully she was very understanding and it doesn't look like any long-term harm has been done to this partnership. This wasn't my fault and I think I come out of this thing looking like the good guy because I worked so hard to make the situation right and was more-or-less very honest with everything. But it still pisses me off to no end that the old co-worker fucked this up. I'm not going to feel any real relief until this client is back signed and ready to go for next season, and that won't happen until August or September. I'm probably too paranoid, but this was a shining example of why people hate Mondays. Rave: As shitty as the first three hours of my morning were, the rest of my day has been pretty solid. I got free lunch from another client who mistakenly 'no-showed' for our last meeting. I've got a pot-luck dinner function to go to tonight where I'll no doubt drink too much beer and watch Game Three, and my boss told me that I might be getting an I-Pad for next season.
Rant: Shattered my six month old phone. I put off buying a case for it, and now I have to shell out more money to get another one. I should have known better than to trust my streak of good luck with cell phones.
rant: Grant money the agency has been operating under has been exhausted and I got my walking papers yesterday. rave: On the plus side, at least I'm not working for that psychobitch anymore. Last night, I got the best night's sleep I've had in a long time.
RAVE: Saturday night, while walking home from the bar, a drunk dude bumped into me and knocked my phone out of my hand and it clattered to the ground. Despite having a case, the screen was black and the LCD was clearly FUBAR. But the glass wasn't broken. I was about to plug it in, swipe and enter my passcode from memory and back up my data. Took it to the Apple Store in the morning and since I was still under warranty and my phone showed no visible signs of damage, I walked out with a brand new phone 15 min later. RANT: Long day of music festival activity on Sunday and minimal sleeping (aka 6 hours a night for my stupid, sleep craving body) caught up to me and I woke up this morning in a haze and not feeling great. Slammed an OJ and an Airborne and plan on napping after work before getting a quick workout, some sleep, and trying to be in bed before midnight for once because... RAVE: In roughly 48 hours, I will be in a first class seat on my way to Vegas for EDC and a full 96 hours of boozing, partying, half naked raver girls, a good chunk of my favorite producers/DJs, and everything else normally tied to Las Vegas...I might not make it back. My friends are already talking about "acclimating" ourselves the first night to being awake till 6 the next 3 nights but not drinking too hard so our bodies can adjust properly. With friends that dedicated to getting after it, I have the highest of expectations.
Rave: A customer brought me some fancy kind of cheesecake because I helped her fix a bad dye job last week, saving her a couple hundred bucks. A delicious tip. Hopefully it isn't poisoned...
Rave: A potentially huge job for me with a MASSIVE pharmaceutical and medical device manufacturer. If this pans out, it could change my life tremendously. Lets hope I don't somehow blow this.
Rave: nailed the interview. Plus being the partner of a citizen who has lived here less than 3 years means that by hiring me, the state will give the company 1/2 of my salary for a year, which makes me look all the better as a candidate.
Rant: I try to not document my life as my aunt's caretaker, but sometimes things get so bat shit insane I can't help but mention them. Alzheimer's is a fucked up disease, and more then a few of you are going to have to deal with this shit at some point. I'm now used to her being immobile and the fact that I have to lug her around. Out of bed, on to the toilet. Changing her clothes. Changing her diapers. She's become a very confused, angry, and foul mouthed toddler. She never swore before this disease took over her mind. Occasionally she's lucid enough to say to me that she's sorry and that she doesn't mean to yell at me, she doesn't know what's wrong. I tell her I understand and hold no malice towards her. Last night after I put her to bed the disillusions took over. She called me into her room at 11PM to inform me she was pregnant and the baby was kicking. At a little after midnight I was informed that she'd given birth and she needed me to clean up the mess. I told her there was no blood and everything was alright as I placed her on the toilet. I then carried her back to bed and all hell broke loose as she retreated into her disease. "Oh God no, I can't watch this! Leave the baby alone! No! No! Stop it!" I knew she was dreaming, but it was horrible to listen to and knowing there wasn't a damn thing I could do to help her. About 2am she screamed and I went and pulled her out of bed and into her wheel chair. She kept telling me "We need to be strong and help each other. There were murders in this house tonight. " I told her over and over that I was here and nothing had happened, but she was insistent "You couldn't stop them ." I eventually calmed her and got her back to bed. This is some fucked up shit to be dealing with.
Rant: The kiosk in the mall wants $200 plus labor. Verizon wants $600 to replace it since I didnt bother to get the insurance. I paid $150 for the stupid thing. I guess now there's no harm in doing the work to replace the screen myself. The Droid DNA is a great phone, except the Gorilla Glass seems to be Chimpanzee Cheap if you drop it at the right angle, and all the cases that are not Otter Boxes do nothing. Rave: Finally sacked up and joined a gym. Bench pressed for the first time since high school. Although Im sore, I'm able to move without grimacing.
Rant: I just got to explain to my aunt for the 6th time tonight that her husband of 54 years passed away 6 years ago. 6 times tonight she got to go through the horror of losing her husband. God is going to get an earfull from me when I get a chance to meet Him. Alzheimers is a cruel fucking joke.