Rant: Who has two thumbs and two poles? This guy. It doesn't excuse the fucked up shit in my life, and what I have done wrong, but the diagnosis has clarified what is wrong with me, and how to prevent myself from doing it again, while working to make things right.
RANT: So because we are not sure if we are staying or not, but will definitely be leaving for a couple months to see family over the holidays and will be taking our dog with us, I have to wade through this: <a class="postlink" href="http://hdoa.hawaii.gov/ai/files/2013/01/aqs-checklist-resident.pdf" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://hdoa.hawaii.gov/ai/files/2013/01 ... sident.pdf</a> . Holy mother of GOD. I am trying to qualify Buddy for the immediate release/5 day or less program because not only is being in 120 day quarantine miserable, but it is also very expensive ($15/day plus other fees). Please shoot me now. I should have gotten him his first rabies vaccine long ago just for the hell of it but I put it off since I assumed when we left, it would be permanent, and that therefore we'd only need the one shot. Fuck. Me.
Rant/Rave: This student's essay: Spoiler Most Embarracing Moment Embarrasing moments. I hate them so much. Because when ever I get embarrassed I get really and then I start forgetting what I say and if it gets worser I start trembling! I hate trembling. Like that one time I tripped in the eight grade graduation Infront of every one. I tried playing it off like I lost some thing. But Every one knew I triped. And then every one decided to call me trippy! Anyways that is not the worst embarrassing moment. There is so many but the one who sticks to me is me farting infront of my boyfriend! I was so embarrassing, I was super red, and he was just laughing at me. The heat rushed all over my body and I was biting my tounge. This is how it all happened. we were hanging out in his house watching Sports Center. By the way I have absolutly no interest in baseball. So I was sitting in the floor and then I went to the bath room and camed back. We were sitting in the couch and he did the stretch and yawn trick. As he laid his arm against my sholder my heart was beating off my chest. I was so happy Until I had to sneez. Oh my god, have you ever had those sneez that won’t come out!? So there I was trying to sneez. IT took me about 30 seconds. Then I heard some one scream and presesing it’s finger in my rib cage. I was so scared and well, I farted. A heat rush trabled all over my body, I got red as an apple and then, he started to bust out laughing. I wanted to go home and never ever talk to him. But that’s when he said “aw, NAME! don’t worry it’s OK.” As he huged me thight, “I fart too, just not in public” He was laughing so hard, and then he farted so we were even. The best thing about that is that we are still together, and it’s been a year!
Rant: here's what: my last patient was a 6:00 eval. Gal came in at 6:20 and didn't finish filling out paperwork 'til 6:40. Cue about two dozen dumb questions and finishing up around 7:45. The place closes at 7. I spent 12+ hours at work and worked through lunch to finish up paperwork. If you're going to work me like a full-time, completely independent employee, fucking pay me like an employee instead of an intern while you leave a noon to "market" for 7 hours. Insult to injury, you talk about getting home early to see your baby before wifey gets home from work. I call bullshit.
Rant: If I have to read one more Facebook post by some retard who believes that cancer is one disease and that ''big pharma'' cured it years ago, I am going to snap and kill someone.
Rant: There's a fine line between being a doormat and taking the high road. I'm not sure which side of that line I'm on right now.
Rave: Today is E's 2nd birthday. I can't believe that my baby girl is two. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. Rave: In 15 days she'll have a baby brother. Rant: Who still doesn't have a name. Talk about crunch time. Rave: 9 days left of work before my leave. Rant: The girl who was supposed to start covering vacations quit a few weeks ago. Since they won't have anybody trained in time to cover the dispatch supervisor's vacation while I'm gone my boss talked her into moving her vacation up to next week. That means instead of working my normal shift next week I'll have to go in at 3:30 am. I expect to be a cranky mess all next week, I'm already barely sleeping and I don't have to get up until 6. Losing 3 hours of precious sleep is definitely not going to help matters. Rave: This should be the last vacation I have to cover. They're doing interviews today to replace the girl who quit so when I come back from leave vacation coverage should fall to the new employee. Rant: It's not looking like we'll be in the house we're remodeling before the baby gets here. There's a small chance but we're down to two weeks so it's pretty unlikely. Rave: We get a little closer every day. I'd rather be moved in before he's born but even if we're not we should at least be in it by the end of the year. I can't wait.
RANT: I went to renew my Drivers License and because of all the new fucking laws in regards to immigration, I basically have to give a blood and tissue sample in order to do so. I have lived in the same fucking place my entire life for fuck sake. What a fucking pain in the ass. Won't take my Birth Certificate because it was hospital issued. WTF? The best part is the girly greeter at the little DMV counter was hispanic. I don't really care what she was but the irony was laughable. 56 bucks later I had to order a copy online. And I still have to go back to the motherfucking DMV. I want to donkey punch someone/thing. I. AM. FUCKING. PISSED. The moral of my story is DO NOT wait until the last minute to do this shit.
Rant: Who has 2 fingers and just worked a 13-hour day for free? This girl. I hot quadruple-booked from 1-5. So irritated that my school set me up with a therapy mill. Thanks, assholes.
Rave: Nothing like a good trip to the thrift shop to lift my spirits. Got some rad DKNY jeans for $8, a super cute broach for $1.50, and a new computer chair for $10 because el husband's sucks big ol donkey cock.
Rant: Dear just-back-from-mat-leave-after-baby-number-four lady whose office is across the hall from me: STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR BABY. TWO STRAIGHT HOURS OF DIAPER TALK IS ENOUGH. NO ONE CARES. NOT EVEN YOUR BABY CARES THIS MUCH ABOUT ITSELF. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO SOME WORK. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. ALSO! YOUR HUSBAND IS YOUR COUSIN AND EVERYONE IN THIS OFFICE TOTALLY KNOWS IT. STOP PRETENDING YOU MET ON POF. YOU MET AT A FUCKING FAMILY REUNION.
Rave: Even a blind squirrel finds acorns sometimes. As my girlfriend was about to leave the mall today, frustrated and discouraged, I convinced her to check one more store and somehow helped her find the perfect dress for her birthday tomorrow. She's going to look amazing.
Rave!!!! I think I got a grownup job!!! Also Rave: The super tedious clerical work I picked up in the mean time has been made much less tedious and mind-numbing and soul crushing by listening to audio books. Thank you librivox.org.
Rave: I spontaneously stopped by an estate sale yesterday and picked up a pile of awesome tools for $15, including a box of Starret measuring tools. Rant/Rave: My last shooting match for the year was today and my performance was sub-par but my girlfriend fucked me twice once I got home and is making me chili and cornbread now while keeping my beer mug full. Life is good.
Rant: Toxic death farts from the chili and beer. Even my dog is distancing himself. This will not end well.