Rave: just watched a merc c series that looked very shiny and expensive get a ticket for parking in the loading zone outside of a disability treading center. Karma boner.
Rant: How bad I want this job is directly proportional to my need to vomit before the interview. pleasedontpukepleasedontpukepleasedontpuke
Rant? So I went to what I thought was going to be a run of the mill Labor Day weekend BBQ at this girl's house who I met last weekend. I brought Cheetos. Turned out it was a serious family dinner. I was totally blindsided and felt really out of place. My Cheetos got put next to the exotic cheeses and horderves. A lot more well to do family than I had been expecting. Every subject that came up that I could relate with turned that they were high level competitors in. I felt like I was eating with the Kennedys. Plus they were super religious and there was that long awkward pause during the saying of grace where us non religious don't really know what to do with ourselves. I actually put my beer up to my mouth to take a drink before I realized what I was doing. Good news, if I stick it out with this girl for a while their neighbor and close family friend and neighbor has a farm where they go shooting all the time. He has a Barret .50 cal and a FA Thompson. I'd like to shoot these.
Rave: Shot 64th out of 104 at Nationals. Not bad for my first time at a big match and after getting in very little practice with my rifle this summer. All things considered, it was a great experience. Rant: I barely slept this weekend and one roommate had friends over late last night while the other was up playing video games at 5:30 am this morning. I feel like a zombie today. Rave Nothing but fishing and hunting trips planned for the next few weekends. Part of me might wish to spend some weekends sleeping in, but this is a great time of year to be outdoors.
Rant? There's something about purchasing powdered human urine that really focuses the mind on your lifestyle.
Rant: Two years ago today my dad passed away, Friday will mark 6 years since my oldest brother passed away, and Nov 6 will be 5 years since my last grand parent died. I also had to put down my first dog about a month before my Grandma passed. Grandma was 92 but my dad and brother (68, 43) died far too soon. I still think about it and probably always will, kind of a life changer since I really had to grow up since I worked with both my dad and brother, now I'm the last one left in the company. It's been a hard road but I still have my mom, a brother, and a sister left. I also feel like I've grown a lot personally since then even though I still have some personal issues (not sure that's the right word) stemming from that time. I think I have a better understanding just how fragile life really is.
Rave: Because of some recent restructuring, I have more work than usual, and am reading/editing a fairly massive number of words daily. As such, I've been fucking loopy as all hell this week, and it shows no signs of abating. I've become convinced that senility will be a graceful transition.
Rant: Hey, head µTorrent person: YOUR MOTHER'S A CUNT! YOUR FATHER'S A RETARD! I HOPE YOU HAVE TO WATCH YOUR CHILDREN DIE! What do you mean, 'what do I expect when downloading software to help me steal shit?' No honor among thieves? Okay, I only hope your children end up drug addicted fuckups for life; the rest stands. And maybe you were only following AVG's shining example when you changed my fucking start page on all my browsers...
Rave: Passed the bar exam. Like someone here said, I don't feel happy, just relieved. Rave: Because of this, I will get to see the lady friend much sooner than expected. Rave: Day drinking because I have an excuse.
RAVE: Got my diploma and nursing license on the same day. What day was that you ask? My birthday! After picking up my diploma at the college went to lunch with the wife, came home and had epic, earth shaking sex that started in the kitchen and gradually worked it's way into the bedroom. Best. Birthday. Ever.
Rave Financial aid went through, which means I can do things like pay for my health insurance (what a scam), a prescription, books, and a flight I have to book.
Rave: I got a few shots away last night and she was hot so that was a bonus. Rant: I ran out of beer at lunch.
RAVE: Was a long, LONG fucking day at work (full-bore at 6:30am), so I came home early and started drinking/cooking. Stopped off at the local seafood shop on the way, and picked up a nice, friendly lobster that was on sale. Made up a lobster mac and cheese, and OH MY GOD it was one of the best things I've ever made ever in my life. I think I just ate about 10,000 calories of fucking awesomeness, and am on my second bottle of wine. Tonight, boys and girls, is a complete fucking write-off. I'm going to bed well before the sun goes down, with a smile on my face, and the richest farts with bouquets any sommelier would appreciate. Yes, ladies, I'm single. Form the line to the right.
Rant/Dilemma time: My job is making me crazy but I don't really want to leave yet. I told them I'd give them a year and reassess, and I'm only 8 months in. Also, I really like the people I work with, and I like the office environment, and I love the kids and the foster parents I get to work with (for the most part). Part of me thinks that if I stick with it I'll get to a point where I can do my job successfully and not work 55-60 hours/week and still fall behind, but part of me feels like it's never going to happen. I kind of want to start applying for other jobs, but I also want to give the agency lots of notice if I leave so they can hire someone new, so I don't screw everybody over, but I don't want to put my notice in until I have something new lined up, since being unemployed is not really an option. Moral of the story: Foster care is fucking nuts and some people are unfathomably shitty parents, and the system is just so broken. Sorry for the crazy babble rant, y'all.