Rant: Knocking my tea over and onto my desk and notes, which I got into the office an hour early to prepare for, was not how I planned on starting my sales demo this morning. Rave: The demo was via webinar and not in person, so there was only a brief pause and some awkwardness from my end for a few minutes while I cleaned up rather than a real mess. Rant: Arrogant co-workers being a pain in the ass to work with, thinking they are so fucking special. I'm so glad I a. Chose to work in the sales department and not marketing, and b. don't have to work with those pricks every day. Rave: My girlfriend is working her ass off at achieving her goal of running a 5K and its going really well. She's tried running a few before and burned out, but this time she's feeling a lot more positive about her progress (and more importantly, herself) and that makes me really happy. I can tell she is feeling more self-confident because she wants me to run outside with her once it warms up. Previously she wanted nothing to do with that because she didn't want to look bad in front of me, the former distance runner. To me that's a big shift in her attitude and she's struggled with confidence and self-image issues in the past so I hope she keeps this up. Rant: I saw a mouse zip into a space under our back door yesterday. My roommate and his dad re-built the door last fall and apparently left room for critters. Mice don't bother me, I was inches from nailing the one I saw yesterday, but it might be a pain in the ass to get these ones out amid the slush and puddles ajacent to the door.
Rant had to put one of our dogs down yesterday, she was 14. Had the lady come to our house and do it right in our living room, they did a great job and were very sympathetic and respectful. The process was pretty smooth, they gave her a shot and she went to sleep and then the IV stopped her heart. My wife had been holding a vigil for the dog for the last few days so while it is hard I am glad it is over. Rave Wife has started looking for another dog and seems to be very much at peace with the whole thing.
Rave: Got 1 of 2 job offers that I wanted. I'm 95% sure that I will take this job offer, unless the other one somehow blows me away. Rant: I have to go back and interview with more people for the second job opportunity. Which means I have to sit on the above offer, and that's super scary.
Sorry, 1 more today: Rant: Dear fate, Thanks for making me sick on a snow day. I love your sense of humor. Real fucking funny. Sincerely, D Rave: due to the pending storm yesterday, I had sub plans in place on my desk, in case they didn't cancel school but I couldn't make it (I live about 15 miles north of the school and in a different county, and we got hit harder than they did). For once my zealous over planing actually pays off, and I can see a doctor tomorrow. I just hate having subs.
RANT: The flu is a horrible horrible monster that invades most of your holes and causes them to expell........stuff. Here is a list of what I have eaten since last Saturday: Sunday: A taco (symptoms where only in the beginning stages, little did I know). Monday: A handful of Ritz crackers and a yogurt. Tuesday: A bowl of good old blue box Kraft mac&cheese which actually stayed inside me. Wednesday: Half of a bagel thin and a cup of soup. That's what normal feeling people eat in a day. RAVE: I think I'm close to over it.
Rave My brothers 6 month scan came back clean. From here on out its much less likely to develop again. I can't express the relief I feel right now. Rave/Rant I'm drinking less and sleeping better and am more optimistic. I'm starting to think there's something wrong with me.
Rave: Phone interview in the morning. Rant: I'm so nervous, I might puke. I haven't interviewed in nearly a decade. If she asks me what my weaknesses are, is it wrong to say "tall dark handsome men who wear glasses"?
Rave: Been awhile since I've posted here and a lot has changed for me. I've been writing about boxing as my primary source of income since December of 2011 when I quit my retail job. This entailed saving a lot of money to live off of for the next year as I barely made anything from writing. As of this January, I now carve out a pretty solid living from just writing and editing boxing articles. As of last November, I've also been doing concert reviews for an LA-based music blog called GrimyGoods.com. I am a beast at winning tickets on Twitter to concerts and won tickets to see Cults from their site. I wrote a review for my personal blog and linked them to it on Twitter, and boom, they liked it and asked if I would be interested in doing more. I've covered a handful of shows since, and was SHOCKED when they asked me if I would be interested in covering Coachella this year. I've never been to Coachella, but love music festivals. That I'll be doing it for the first time with a media pass is pretty kick ass. I'll also be covering the Oakland Athletics this year whenever I'm in the Bay Area for a NorCal newspaper. I live in Las Vegas but already have trips planned to the Bay in April and June, as well as road games against the Angels in Anaheim. I think this team has the talent to contend for a championship and they'll be a ton of fun to follow. Really, life has never been as good as it is right now for me, even with other bullshit going on.
Rave: Yes, I don't have to wait a year to come back around here. Originally I thought Id be traveling nonstop for work for the next 12 months on a management training rotation but the schedule got changed and it's business as usual. Rave: *Officially* got me a FutureWife as of last night. Rave: I said something akin to "If I had to only choose one person to splatter shit and cum on for the rest of my life, it would be you."
Rant: My morning this far: --kidney stones keeping me awake most of the night. Go to bed at 11, I finally drift off around 3ish. --Wake up at 6 am to pee. Of course. Realize I cannot breathe through my nose at all, and when I open my mouth it gets dryer than a vagina around Ballsack. Don't fall back asleep. --since I'm up, I get my kid when she wakes up at 7. Wife gets to sleep in. This is the highlight of my day, as the kidney stone pain is only mildly crippling. --Kid jumps on my stomach and back. This does not make my day better. --While cleaning the kitchen (as my daughter eats her breakfast and watches Dora on my wife's iPad) I feel a rumble. I must go to the bathroom. My stomach has made it known bad things are happening. --I do not make it to the bathroom. --When I do get to the bathroom, I can only describe what happened by saying it would count as a war crime. --I try to sneak into the bedroom to get new underwear. Wife wakes up, asks what is wrong. I inform her that a Gypsy has put a curse on me, as I have no other explanation as to why my body is so thoroughly falling apart. --Take a shower. It does not help. Forever unclean. --Bathroom part 2: it looks like the Evil Dead in here, with shit instead of blood. --Did I mention I'm doing all this while hunched over due to my kidney stones? --Stark realization hits: I cannot take off work next week. Grades are due Wednesday, and spring break is the following week, so taking time off next week is not an option. Still to come: I find a Samurai sword and commit Seppuku, as it is the only logical conclusion to this mess.
Rave: sleeping baby in my arms Rant: hand falling asleep from said baby head Rant: can't view dem new titays in he boobie on my iPhone
Rave: Got the place I applied for even with the shitty reference from the current real estate for various things beyond my control. I'm looking forward to living alone again. Rant: Moving sucks big old donkey dick. Rave: Hockey starts again today, two games for a new club in a couple of different grades. Rave: Echo stress test came up good so it turns out that I do have a heart and it isn't going to fall apart. Still working on figuring out if Gingers really do have souls or not.
Rave: Won both games of Hockey, set up a few goals and we should have had more. Skills weren't too bad considering I haven't had a training session yet. Rant: It was way to hot to be running around and with my current state of match fitness I pushed too hard and ended up with a decent dose of heat exhaustion and throwing up all afternoon.
Rave: Started making a batch of limoncello. Zesting a pile of lemons isn't much fun but leftover Everclear is. Rant/rave: My girlfriend decided Saturday night was the time to have a serious conversation about when we're going to get engaged, but 1-2 years out is okay. As the blood drained out of me I was afraid she was going to say "months" or something like that, but we just haven't talked more seriously about it yet. Rant: On rings... "Apparently a very common guide for how much to spend is 3 months of your salary." Are you fucking kidding me? Common to who???
Rave: I had his conversation a year ago and am now getting married June this year! Seriously though, it all depends on what you are comfortable with. Go to a local jeweller if you can and offer to pay cash. Usually you can barter a big and they are willing to work with you to help you design the ring you want. For example, I paid $5500 for my fiancées ring and the guy knocked a grand off because I paid cash. Picture attached; spoilers for sized