Rant: Luck is a capricious bitch. Hug the people you care about and remember to enjoy life because it's pretty damn good for the most part.
Rant: So my the base I'm stationed at is opening a new multi-million dollar fitness center and the weight room is supposedly going to be about the size of my one floor house. For several thousand people. And it isn't even going to be open 24 hours. And they didn't even get new fucking weights. What a complete waste of money. I don't understand how somebody could have planned this so poorly.
Rant: Incredibly depressed recently. Between hating my job (long story, can't explain it, just dread going into work) and wanting to stay home with my kid, I am just incredibly depressed recently.
Rave: It's my birthday today. Rave: I had a really awesome party on Saturday. I had a lot of fun and it made me really happy. Rant: My coworkers thought they were being sooooo nice by getting me flowers, a present, and a lot of varieties of chocolate and yet they also knew they were taking me out for a lot of drinks at our favorite after-work bar afterwards and yet didn't get me any salty snacks to drunk eat, made it rain only in Brooklyn so I got really wet walking home from the subway station in my long dress, AND didn't train my cat in time to not show his affection by getting underfoot immediately as I walk through the door so I don't trip all over him as I'm trying to situate my drunkenass self into getting into bed at 530 like something resembling an adult that I can't pretend not to be now that it's my birthday. WHATEVER GUYS. Rave: One of my birthday treats to myself is I'm getting an hour massage and a facial (the spa kind, not the semen kind) tomorrow, and I'm really excited about it. Also, Chinese food. Rave: Then, I'm going to my friend's wedding, which at first I was on the verge of being annoyed about because - really? - of all days it had to be my birthday, which is on a Tuesday in January and you just decided it should be now two weeks ago? But I'm actually pretty excited about it. I think it'll be fun, plus I'll be guaranteed to go to a party, eat free delicious food, drink free delicious drinks, and eat free delicious cake on my birthday even if it's not specifically for me. And I'm assuming the priest/pastor/churchman will be leading a round of "happy birthday" right before they take their vows. And it's a Baptist wedding so I get to wear a big hat. So, all in all, this is a pretty awesome birthday all around and I have a really good feeling about this year. Hurray!
Rave: it's my birthday today. Rant: I don't have any coworkers to give me things. Rave: We celebrated last Friday before my daughter went back to school. Rave: I'm giving my wife a facial tonight! Rave: All my friends are married, so I don't have to buy any wedding gifts!
Rant: The office is being renovated, and my beloved 2nd floor sales area is gutted right now. Ultimately it should be better, but for now I am sitting in the 1st floor in the front office where I have to whisper or it sounds like I'm shouting and you can't have any decent conversations between friends. Yes, I actually have to behave like I'm in an office now, and I was almost able to work from home for the next two weeks. Rave: I have a big window in front of my cubicle and there are ducks out flying in the snow today.
WOO! Applied for a job on Thursday, got an email on Saturday, interviewed on Monday, hired today, start work Thursday. So. Excited.
Just a RAVE of a day really. After all the bureaucratic hoops I’ve jumped through over the last two months – green card interviews, chasing my Social Security Number, trying to figure out what the hell all the employment paperwork I signed was – this one seemed to have a lot more riding on it. Not just for me, but for at least five of my co-workers. January 14, 3:00pm: Learner permit written test day. That's right - the state of Maine didn't trust someone who's been driving for over 10 years with a clean record (albeit, on the wrong side of the road) to have a license. I had to go back and start from scratch. But obviously I aced the test and now am halfway to being able to finance, register and legally drive a car here. Thank fucking God, because riding with coworkers is getting old. Rave: After that, my editors confirmed my first ever newspaper column will be running in the Sunday papers once a month. Its title is pretty cheesy but good enough for a laugh and, hey, who am I to question it? Rave: Then I came home from work, poured myself a Jameson and opened the mail to find my Maine photo ID staring back at me. I feel like a real 'MURICAN now. TIME TO SHOOT SOME FIREWORKS AND CRUSH BUSCH LIGHTS!
Rave: Finally home and can sleep in my own bed after close to 5000km driving and two and a half weeks of catching up with family and friends. Rave: Picked up on Monday night for the first time in a long time and got the monkey off my back for a while. Rant: Only a few days of holidays left then I have to shave my beard and go back to work. Rant: I have to shave my beard.
My brother in law shot my sister 5x in the chest tonight. She's critical. He shot my oldest niece in the arm. fuck
SWAT found brother in law dead in the house. Sister just out of surgery. Critical. Talked with my niece, she was shot trying to protect her mother. Her arm is messed up, but awake and calm. She's now sleeping, will have surgery in the morning. Youngest niece and nephew unhurt.
I'll save y'all the trouble: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.jrn.com/ktnv/news/One-shot-suspect-barricaded-in-North-Las-Vegas-home-240228801.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.jrn.com/ktnv/news/One-shot-s ... 28801.html</a> My brother in law was 47, not 67, and the two teens found on the roof were my niece and nephew, not two boys.
RANT: Two classes into the semester, and this is what I'm dealing with. I thought teaching university would be okay. I was so wrong. The future of our nation, guys and gals. I need a new job.
Rant: How the fuck can we be taken seriously as a culture and a people when these are available shoe options which are readily purchased? Jesus Christ. The fuck? Why does a boot need a cutout heel? Fuck off already.
I just want to thank y'all for the kind words and prayers, they do mean a lot. I really do hate derailing threads from time time with my tragedies. Also fuck the media. Bunch of fucking jackals. And that's just what I yelled at the motherfuckers camped outside my sister's house. I'll just spoiler the rest: Spoiler My sister is still in critical condition and hooked to all sorts of machines. My oldest niece underwent surgery this afternoon to remove bone fragments in her arm and attempt to regain use of her ring and pinkie finger. I understand the media is just trying to do their job, but for fuck's sake show some sort of compassion. I had to go to the house today to clean up a very ugly mess. There was the media camped out and running up asking for a blurb. "Go fuck yourself" is a blurb right? It was reported as "The family had no comment." Later I had to bring my niece and nephew by to pick up some clothes and what had been until yesterday their home, their safe spot had media vans just waiting to do their live spot on the evening news. They've been traumatized enough. Go the fuck away and leave us to pick up the pieces. As far as my brother in law goes, I don't know what to feel. My first reaction was anger. Very violent anger. When I was at the police road block I wanted them to let me call him and tell him to stick the gun in his mouth and do us all a favor. They disagreed with this tactic, and I was left to stomp and curse to myself. He'd just shot my niece and put 5 rounds into my sister. But on the flip side, I'd known this guy for 25 years. We were like brothers...in fact we called each other brother, with me mimicking his Thai accent. He was a good guy and I'd always told him if he divorced my sister we would still be brothers. I loved the guy. Then he pulled this shit. I know my sister was pushing his buttons and he just fucking snapped. He was a gun nut, but he was always very respectful of his gun collection. I never once saw him handle a gun after he'd been drinking. For some reason last night he felt a gun was the appropriate answer. My niece wrapped her arms around my sister because there was no way daddy would shoot with her there. He did. It's so fucked up, it's like a dream. In a perfect world he would've just left. Instead he pulled a gun and shot his daughter and his wife. And then himself. Leaving a huge fucking mess those of us surviving have to pick up after. Fucking coward. One last fucked up revelation from this whole mess. Last night my niece told me "I guess you're all going to meet my boyfriend now. He's a little older then me." She's 24, very Asian, and very pretty. I steeled myself for a guy maybe 43. "How old is he?" 60 Wonderful. I get to punch someone in the face in the next couple of days.
Rave, Rave, Rave I just bought a ticket to see Broken Bells in Atlanta on March 11th... Then I purchased my plane ticket to Atlanta for said concert. I'll be doing this all by myself and I cannot wait! Life is about adventures and I'm excited to have this one! Anyone from Atlanta or who is familiar with the city, feel free to PM me and give me some pointers and places to go...
Rant: I take one fucking day off for the first time in months (without being sick as piss) and I come in this morning to find out my job's been dissolved along with the majority of my group. No asking if I wanted to, just basically a, "hey, be glad you still have a job at all." When our VP said last year that we would be getting new employees, the swine never said that it would be by phasing out what we were doing.
Replace quite a long time with ever, replace last night with two nights ago/yesterday morning, replace hot nerdy type with model with a beautiful beard and great style, and replace very quiet and unassuming with incredibly easy to talk to and hilarious and I'm in the exact same situation. Plans to see him again this weekend. Single life is great. So yeah, that's a rave.
Rave! My sister is breathing on her own and they're going to bring her out of her coma tonight! My niece is going to be discharged tomorrow.