RANT: Last night my field partner and I were checking on one of my felons in the most rancid, ghetto-ass apartment in the county. As I'm knocking on the door, I hear from the apartment behind us a domestic in progress. People are going in and out of the place trying to keep the guy calm to no avail. He's screaming and cursing at some female and she's unsuccessfully trying to calm him down. I walk in the middle of the parking lot and yell "What's going on up there?" The female comes out and says they're just talking. The male comes out and as he does, I put my hand on my gun just in case he decided to get crazy. He says they're fine and walks away. Per policy, I called the police and had them come and do what they needed to do. Today my partner subjects me to a lecture about how I escalated the situation by putting my hand on my weapon and that I put him in danger by trying to calm the situation. My response? "Yeah, let's wait until he kills her and then we get crucified because we're there and did nothing. And cops are killed all the time on domestic calls, me putting my hand on my gun was exactly what I was supposed to do. If this job is too dangerous for you, perhaps you need another employer. Man up." I think I'm gonna be dragged into a meeting with my chief to discuss my actions. I don't ever remember having any sort of issue in my old urban office about my tactics. Apparently I'm "too aggressive" in this circuit. Pansies.
SUPER HUGE, MEGA AWESOME RAVE: Joan Jett and the Blackhearts are going to be playing at the Concrete Street Amphitheater in October! Tickets are only $20! Someone give me a cigarette, 'cause I just came...
Rave: Pregnancy scare adverted. I never though I'd be so excited to hear about blood shooting from my girlfriends vagina.
Rave: New business casual clothes. I'm ready to look cute while doing shit. Rant: Bummed about my schedule for this next rotation. It is not ideal, and the place I'm being sent to is about 20 miles away, giving me a 25-60 min commute depending on traffic/time of day. 4 10-hour days with Fridays off. And, it's pretty much a given that a 10-hour day is really more like 11 with paperwork and stuff. I'll most likely have 1-2 hours of assignments to do every night. I would rather work 7-5 every day and come in on Saturdays. Oh, and getting paid would be great too since I'm carrying a "normal" load independently.
Rant: I googled "granny orgy" to find a pic to go with Juice's post above. I saw granny orgies. I will not share them with you. My Friday is ruined.
????: Turning 30 tomorrow, holy fucking shit. Rant: GF's friend is getting married tomorrow... on my birthday, what a selfish bitch. Rave: Lab results show that my testosterone levels have almost doubled, this paleo thing fucking works. Rant: The extra testosterone makes me feel like a confused teenager, I want to fuck everything that moves and start fights randomly. Rave: The GF is loving it.
Rave: So, in the space of 24 hours, I've become an uncle (welcome to the world, Fynn Jon!), got absolutely hammered whilst playing Marvel Top Trumps and watching 'Avengers Assemble' with the best friends a guy could ask for, and after 2 months of not speaking, made up with my best friend who is basically like a little sister to me. Tomorrow, I hang out with those dudes again and make chilli whilst drinking more beer. Sometimes, life is alright.
Rave: Had a fantastic time in Mobile. The highlight was going tubing on the Styx River, where I apparently drank "at least 18 beers", met some The Hills Have Eyes-type locals and wrecked myself on the hillbilly rope swings. Seriously, I haven't laughed so much in some time. Good company was a huge factor, I made some great new friends. Rave: Already planning Mardi Gras with said new friends.
Rant 14 hour day on the job yesterday. I'm ready for this weekend. Rave It feels strangely rewarding when you bust your ass like that Rave Hopefully going to the Feast of the Assumption tonight..real Italian food, booze, and lots of eye candy
Rave: My sister- and brother-in-law are here today helping strip the trim for the house we're remodeling. I absolutely appreciate them volunteering their time to help us out. Rant: I can't help because of fumes and it's too hot outside for me to be out there too long. It's definitely too hot for me to chase my 23 month old around for very long. My nephew and niece are here and though I love them to death I'm just not in the mood to deal with more than E today. In all honesty I'd love to just crawl into bed and take a nice long nap. We're currently watching My Little Pony while they play. Fun stuff. Rant: The place is a mess but the bathrooms aren't quite functioning in the house yet. That means that if someone has to relieve themselves they have to traipse through my disaster to get to a restroom. Rant: I haven't had any energy to clean this place and it's getting out of hand. It's driving me nuts. Rave: Only 48 days until baby #2 gets here. Rant: Only 48 days until baby #2 gets here. I have about a million things to do and I can't seem to even get started. We want to be moved into the house we're remodeling, the poor kid needs a name, and I should probably get him some more clothes. Rave: So far it's been a completely boring pregnancy. Other than being tired and a little heartburn at night everything has been perfect.