Rave: Yesterday I was wearing a hat that I made that was one of my favorites. It slipped off my head when I was walking to the subway after going out after work and I somehow didn't notice until I got to the station and when I rushed back up to look for it I never found it. I was really bummed about it, especially since it's been a rough week and it was just one more thing to add on to it. Tonight I was heading to the subway again with the same friend I'd been walking with, and I joked about how maybe we'd find my hat, thinking it was completely ridiculous to expect something to be in the same place in Times Square a day later. But then, something caught my eye and, there was my fucking hat, draped over a traffic cone, meaning someone picked it up and put it there assuming someone would come looking for it. It must've fallen off while crossing the street and it's been raining today, yet it wasn't run over or destroyed or dirty and it was somehow barely wet. It's completely fine. I have lost a lot of things and have never, ever found them. It made me so happy. Thank you person who saved it.
RANT: I wish I could just say fuck it and give up on this shit, actions speak way fucking louder than words. I fucking hate getting stuck on shit. RAVE: Four day weekend up north, fishing and relaxing here I come.
Rant:Thanks new kitten for thinking three AM is the time to suddenly act like your asshole is catching fire, and proceeding to run around like a manic Monster-drinking cheetah. Rave: This is a cute kitten. Abyssinian, Chausie and DSH, all in one package. Cute little shit, named Augustina.
Rant: I'm fatter than I've ever been in my life. Heavier, anyway... I've been working out a lot less, but still regularly, so I've kept most of my muscle. Unfortunately I've been eating like a 19 year old gamer for the past couple months, so I've packed on some serious pounds. I look like an ex high school athlete who's let himself go. Wait, no... I am an ex high school athlete who's let himself go.
Rant: "the best part of my job is when snot-faced 14 year old boys shove their hands in my face and then try and push me off a chair"...said no teacher ever. Rave: I have wine. Rant: It's almost gone.
Rant: Hey everybody in Dallas-Fort Worth, you know that joke where anytime someone coughs or sneezes lately and you go, "Huh huh, ebola, hurr durr!"? Well it's still as fucking hilarious the 500th time as it was the first, so by all means keep telling it! Or, ya know, go fist yourself.
Rant: <Boss sees a photo on my desk of my nephews and my mom> Boss: "Are those your nephews?" Me: "Yes." Boss: "And is that their Filipino nanny?" Me: "... uh, no."
Rant: If I hear the new Taylor Swift song again I'm going to shiv someone. Shake that off, asshole. Rant: Easy listening music stations at work forcing us to listen to this shit.
Rant: I get to spend my Saturday at a client observing their Business Continuity Test since the Private Equity firm interested in buying them won't pull the trigger unless it's done. I want to cry.
That did not turn out well. I placed 13th out of 15. Apparently my idea of tender isn't kcbs' idea of tender. Damn it. Scored 53 of 54 on appearance.
Rant: My cousin got in a car accident last night... she was drunk (as hell). Depressing details: Spoiler It was fucking bad... they had to use the jaws of life to get the other driver out. The picture is from the news website. Happened about five minutes from where I live. Like it always seems to go, she's fine, and the other guy has two broken arms and is in a medically induced coma to deal with his head injury. My cousin is a (formerly, I guess) recovering alcoholic with borderline personality disorder, and has been having a rough time for the last few years just coping with normal life. Now she's on suicide watch. She's 31. I haven't been in close contact with her in a few years, but of course through facebook I see a vague outline of what's going on with her. Went to rehab, got out, and was in a program to become a nutritionist or something. I was hoping that if she could just get through that, and get a good job, she might be able to find some stability and continue making progress with her issues. Now with this on her conscience, and possibly facing jail time, I don't know how she's ever going to crawl out of this hole. Having said all that, obviously the other guy's condition is the tragedy here. He's 29 and might not even pull through. Even if he does, who knows what "recovery" means for him. Fuck I hope he's ok. It's weird being on this side of it (knowing the drunk driver). She deserves whatever sentence/punishment she gets, but I really want her to get better; I hope whatever happens to her she's able to get some help and go towards a more positive place. And yet, how fair is that if the other driver dies or is a vegetable at 29? Just an ugly, ugly situation.
Rant/Rave: I'm sitting here thinking about what to do. On my iTunes the song 'Laredo' by Band of Horses comes on. I'm instantly taken away to my train ride from Edinburgh to London several months ago. It feels good to smile. And that's why I love music.
Rant: A 45 minute session on how barcodes work? FUCK OFF. SERIOUSLY. JUST FUCK OFF. Rave: At least I didn't pay for this shit. Rave: Bouncing early. Husband has promised to make dinner, house cleaner came today so house will be tidy, dinner will be made, all I'll have to do is shed my suit, put on my yoga pants and veg the fuck out.
Rave #1: I don't work for Initech like Angel and Clutch apparently do. Rave #2: I'm the boss, so cheese pizza is strictly against company policy. I'll put that shit in the corporation bylaws if I have to.
Rant: SAY UMMMMUMMMM ONE MORE GODDAMNED TIME, BITCH. SAY IT. I DOUBLE DOG FUCKING DARE YOU. Rant: This regulatory workshop and "summit" fucking blows.
Rant Soo happy I got the flu shot yesterday. Couldn't sleep last night because of a fever and feel week today. Worst I've felt in a while. Maybe instead of giving me the vaccine the nurse just gave me a syringe full of flu. Fuck.
Rant: Good way to have a heart attack at 6am? Have your shower curtain rod fall off and make way more noise then it should.
Rant: I bought three different dress options for a wedding this weekend. All of them looked good in the store. Now I get them home and realize that all of them are fucking see through. Thanks, maternity store. My tits and ass are already swollen within an inch of their life, let's put the fuckers on display. Ugh.
Rantish: I've got this itch to leave the big city life and just move far away to a small town somewhere. Anywhere. Some place beautiful, with nice seasons and simplicity. I go through this phase every so often. And it usually wears off. But for some reason, this time it's really strong. I'm sure the grass isn't always greener in places like that because the lack of options and general amenities. And I can't explain why I get like this. I think its my general disgust and lack of faith in the people that I encounter day to day in Houston. South Florida isn't better. Also, moving isn't cheap, and just uprooting for the sake of leaving is generally not advisable. But I still can't help but feel like I need to get away.