Rant: The crazy gypsy who runs our pharmaceutical consulting department just read my palm and told me I'm going to have a bunch of babies and be blissfully happy for the rest of my life. Why a rant? Because every white person who has ever told me my fortune (and there have been an astonishing number of them) has been 100% wrong.
Rave: Now that im approved and can post, I would like to say that I didn't end up in jail. I however was contacted by a detective but nothing came up of it. It's good to be back and see some new posts and a lot of threads being bumped. There seems to be a new life to this place in a way. I make no promises that I wont flood the boobie thread soon. And before I get asked, yes I am still with crazy tattoo lady. We are expecting a baby boy in August. Cheers y'all! !
Rant: Learning firsthand how just because someone works in management for a big corporation doesn't mean they aren't a dumbass. Rant: My potential roommate situation wasn't as concrete as expected. Anxiety ensues. I might not be able to go on an upcoming camping trip if I can't get something settled on soon, which would really blow. I am also a dumbass. Rave: I am traveling and spending the next couple of days target shooting at a private range before being in a friend's wedding. I am really looking forward to this trip.
Rant: Crazy people from Okcupid. The coffee date was nice and pleasant, but the stench of crazy is all over that one. Rave: My life is awesome right now, everything is falling into place with regards to what I want from it. And I have other people that are not crazy willing to sleep with me.
Bad, Bad rant, this is going to come off as drunk and sloppy but fuck you if you care. Spoiler Well one of my coworkers died today. I'm not really sure how to handle this, I've never been through it. This guy was literally one of the hardest working, most fun to be around, nicest people I've ever had the pleasure of being around. Ever. In any job. Hands down. Myself and a bunch of other Agents have been drinking all day, and trying to make sense of everything. It's not fucking possible. While on the way to training, his Ram G[overnment]-ride blew a tire, which sent the vehicle into the South side ditch, where it then rolled, he was ejected. Yes, he should have been wearing his seat belt, but why the fuck was it him. Fuck this. All on my birthday, which shouldn't matter, but still... Not sure what to make of all this. I'll just put what I posted to a group of us who understand. Today the BP family lost one of the hardest working, nicest, funniest Agents to ever grace it's doors. Thanks for everything man, keep up the good fight. RIP W186 Alex Giannini EOW 05/28/2014 Honor First.
Rant/Rave: Probably moving to a different serving position. I am nervous as fuck about this. -the money has been pretty bad at the place I'm at now. Summers are typically slow. Plus, I think the manager is anticipating people quitting so he hired THREE new people (with one guy in training! so 4 next week), meaning that instead of full time, which is 7 and sometimes 8 shifts, everybody is currently at 5 to 6 shifts. So the money is even worse. -This is my first serving job. I don't know why, but I feel a pretty high level of (probably misplaced) loyalty to this place. I think it's because I had an incredibly difficult time finding a job in Hawaii so the fact that these people hired me right off the bat just blows my mind. Plus I really do like the people I work with, including my boss. -this other place is seafood (more expensive, you typically make more) and popular. It is just opening next month but at the original location in MS, the servers make bank. A girl I work with has a friend who bar tends at the other location. Albeit, she works overtime, but I am told she makes 1500-2000 a week. A WEEK. -I really didn't want to move serving jobs. This gig is supposed to be temporary until I can get a "real" job with benefits and all that jazz. It is very conveniently located to my house so I spend almost no gas and can easily come home on my break without wasting any time. On the other hand, if the money is really that good at the other place, I feel like I'm an idiot to not at least check it out. Ugh.
Rant: Discovered what MRAs were over the past week. Then there was the shooting. Rant: Other forum I moderate on is busy in the not fun way. Rave: Volunteering to moderate may lead to freelancing work that doesn't feel like work for me.
Rant: I have a friends wedding soon and I really dont want to go. I dont like/care about other people's weddings, especially since it dominates 50% of my daily conversations anyway. Plus, the bride-to-be is super annoying. Every single time I see them she has to work in something like "OH Im so happy for you guys, Im glad I introduced you two back in school!" Okay so what do you want, then? Are you looking for compensation? Do you want some cash? What is your point? Notice how after 25 of these exact conversations I never give you the recognition your fishing for? Go ahead and tell everyone all you want, youre still an idiot. Second of all, you didnt introduce us, my other friend did. You just adopted that notion because your retarded, drama-loving brain malfunctioned and you suddenly thought it was your idea. Besides, what are you looking for me to credit exactly? We didnt date right away. Keep in the mind the night we met I went and slept with her roommate and we didnt really talk much for two years after that and only reconnected through a random encounter. I hate you.
Rant. My god, the things you deal with while managing tenants.... I just got this email. Dude is fucking neurotic and medicated as shit and just generally a weirdo with no social skills. Ok. But now this email.... 3 things. 1. He wants me to buy him groceries. I can empathize with him here. Being hungry is no joke. He is desperate. But... 2. He is asking me to buy a couple of expensive as fuck and non important things like portabella mushrooms and specialty teas? The fuck? 3 and lastly, if I go to get him anything, I'd go to Wal Mart, not publix. Maybe he'd have a few spare dollars to eat over the past couple days if he went to wal mart instead. Does it make me a bad person to think "well, if he can't eat, we're not getting rent in 3 days"? Yeah probably.
Rave: My woman has told me, damn the torpedos, full speed ahead. Getting married on the 14th in a helicopter over the Vegas strip.
Rant: mods that can comment in the R&R thread but tell others to use rep SGEDIT: That's right. When you're one and you deal with the bullshit that I have here, for sometime now, maybe you can then too! Woo! Smiles everyone!
Rant: Pulled my ass doing squat and deadlift today. Right glute. I sat on an icepack for a while, and while it's tight, it seems to be feeling better, but I need to keep an eye on it to make sure I didn't actually fuck it up. Rave: New PR for the New Improved Squat - 255 pounds for five reps, with room for another 30 pounds next week. I've done 315 before, but with shitty form. All of these have good depth. Rave: Almost completely done checking out of the Corps. All I'm waiting for is for the squadron commanding officer to sign my Separations Data Sheet and for my final dental cleaning appointment. Rave: Going-away party. Sushi with girlfriend, then drinking / ceremony at a family-friendly restaurant-bar, (I get a plaque that's signed by everyone, along with people reminiscing and making fun of my time here in Yuma) and then drinking / karaoke at a dive bar. Rave: Making dinner, doing dishes, and coaching her workouts gets me major brownie points with the girlfriend. She makes a point of making sure that I'm sexually satisfied before she goes to work (night shift). I picked a keeper.
I was happy yesterday. For the first time in a while I actually felt good. It only lasted for a few hours and it went as quickly as it came. I wish I knew how to turn it back on because I have been miserable all day. Just so sad and disconnected and alone. Isolated is the word. And I find myself wishing, more than anything, just to have someone to cuddle with.
Rave: Went down to the local with a mate and spent $10 for the night, won a meat tray and trivia so free dinner, lunch and a bit more plus free beer.
Rant: Woke up to our shitty upstairs neighbors blasting this song on repeat at 5:45 this morning. Your guess is as good as mine. I seriously don't know what's wrong with those people.
Rave: Got a job offer from Intel. The civilian world has deemed me employable. Rave: Girlfriend got her cross-state certification from the Oregon State Board of Nursing. She's good to practice. Rave: All of the uncertainty has fallen away in less than a day. To my credit, she was doing most of the worrying. I could tell her I Told You So, but I prefer sleeping in a bed versus the garage.
Rant: Ever been so broke you can't even buy a coffee? Today thats me. I had an expense come up that had to be taken care of today and it took me a little beyond nothing. I have a case of beer and I fully intend to drink until I can't think anymore. Being this broke is stressful as fuck. Rant My sister really does suck. I just talked to her, told her I'm not doing well. Her answer was she can't come over because she has to go for a run and wants to do it before the it rains. She suggest I head over to her place. Unfortunately for her I can no longer drive legally. Great, thanks. Its better I drink alone than interfere with her fucking run. If she ever wonders why no one likes her this is it, she always puts herself first.