Raaaa... ve? ant?: Just had a weird job interview for a job I would fucking LOVE but I'm not really qualified for. I graduated from audio school six months ago, so of course it's been a struggle finding work. I've been freelancing doing location audio for film shoots, and while it's interesting, the money is bad and the hours fucking suck. This interview was for a tech position at one of the bigger recording studios in Vancouver. The guy hiring didn't advertise the position, he just called my school and asked for the best recent graduates... so they gave him my name and a couple others. From that, and after talking to him, it seems like he's looking for someone who he can train to do things his way (rather than look for someone with X years of tech experience who has their own way of doing things). But he still asked a bunch of tech questions, all of which I was fairly shaky on (because I have no tech experience, obviously!). So fingers are crossed that: 1. the technical questions weren't crucially important, but more sort of a bonus, and 2. everybody else fucks them up as badly or worse than I did. Pray for me to any God you may or may not believe in TiB, fuck I want to get this.
Rave: I know I'm kind of an ass-hat. I don't deny it. But there is nothing more satisfying that putting my kid to bed when he wakes up. That's the way to end a night.
RANT: The daughter of one of my developers is about to go into emergency surgery as a result of being attacked by a dog. Apparently, there's a "chunk ripped out of her head". Fuck.
RAVE:The dad sent me a pic (which I won't share) of her, and it looks like a shark bit the top of her head. As in she was close to having the layer of skin on the top of her head bit off, almost scalping her. Why is this a rave? Because even though the parents are a mess, she's now home, with a shaved and bandaged head, a happy-go-lucky attitude, and is loving all the attention. Luckily the huge bite is above the hair line, and there isn't any disfigurement or facial scarring, and the doc says there probably won't be any scarring on the head. Kids... sometimes they're more resilient than we give them credit for.
Rave: Bahaha holy shit. I'm hearing a great conversation outside my office. One of our suppliers fucked up large and shipped a truck's worth of butter (worth $130K) in an unrefrigerated truck. In July.
Rant Someone remind me why I'm paying for health insurance again? So far I've paid them a whole lot of money and in return they've said nope sorry can't cover that rx, that docs appt, etc. I think for one of my meds it'll be cheaper and easier to get it off the street then try to get them to offer some sort of reasonable copay on it, shit.
Rant: My brand new truck got hit in a parking lot last week while I was in a store. Rave? The lady who hit me stuck around and waited until I left the store to talk to me. She said she would pay for the damages, so I went and got three quotes, gave them to her, she said go with the least expensive one, and I booked an appointment. Rant: Talked to her last night, and she won't give her credit card information to the Autobody shop over the phone, and she said she can't take work off to go down to the shop during the week. The shops closed on the weekend. Wants me to find another shop. I told her I've been pretty accommodating so far and that she needs to either call with her credit card info, figure out a way to get to the shop, or I'll have to call my insurance company. Her response was I could have just left after I hit you. Rant: Talked to my insurance company, they said I'll need get her insurance information and file a claim through her insurance. If she refuses to give me her insurance information, then I have to file a police report for a hit and run, and then I can make a claim through my insurance. Jesus this is becoming a friggin nightmare.
Rant: Well, shit. Didn't get it. The process did give me a better idea of what skills I could work on to improve my chances of landing a job like this down the road though, so I guess that's... oh fuck bright sides, this sucks. Even though it seemed like a bit of a long shot, I place the blame solely on all of you for not praying hard enough. Thanks a lot, jerks.
Rant: I came home from work today only to discover that some fucking asshole deposited a pile of tree clippings the size of a small car in the parking space right behind my shed. I'm going to call the police/city and explain the situation, if for no other reason than to tell them not to fine because I can't get rid of it until I rent a truck and trailer.
Rant: This. But more. I feel like, these days, dumping has become even worse. A place I looked over was nice enough to put a clothing drive bin on the corner outside for people to drop old clothes in. Instead, people would drop off trash. One dropped off old mattresses that had FUCKING BED BUGS and bags and bags of trash. You give a little, and they take advantage and rape you for it. After we got rid of the bin, people continued to drop their trash off. The fuck?
Rave This feature I wrote on Teri Gender Bender of indie rock band Le Butcherettes is blowing up on social media. It has nearly 1,000 likes on Facebook somehow. Rant I don't think it's particularly well written as I basically rushed the finished product on my 30-minute lunch break at my NFL job. But oh well.
Rant: In case anyone is wondering, it costs $8500 to remediate knob and tube wiring and completely re-do a 900 square foot bungalow's electrics.
Rant: Had to fire a guy today. That shit is difficult. I know it's less so for me than him and I had good reason but I couldn't be a hatchet man. That sucks. Somewhat freaked out rant: He's driven past my house twice tonight. I'm thinking I may need to call the police. If he goes by again I just might. Pretty out there for a guy who was looking for another job already. I think that worries me more. I think I'll have a Glock pillow tonight.
Rave: So I came home from work today and the pile was gone. I have no idea what happened to it. It's a good thing, too, because when I called the city to discuss it they managed to be even more worthless than I anticipated, and I wasn't even expecting them to do anything to begin with.
Rave: In line for training camp for the Seahawks. Even better, there is a guy in line with the unholy trinity of rat tail, mullet and fu-manchu. It's like he warped in from Florida. Rant: I got here at 5 AM. It's almost 8. Two more hours to go. There's another guy with an ICP tattoo in the outside of his forearm.
Rant: Why can't I find someone willing to pay me $8500 to rewire a 900 square foot bungalow? Shit. I could have flown to Manitoba and still made about four grand on that job.