Rave: Had a good quarter. Just wrote myself a big fat bonus check. Been in business for myself 10 years now, not knowing 10 years ago if I'd make it on my own. Booyah. Suck it, 8th grade Latin teacher who gave me a D and assumed I'd never amount to anything.
Rave: 5km paddle and 5km run this morning and it seems that the pain in my foot has gone away. Winning. SGEDIT: Fixed bold.
Rave: We're getting married next weekend! Woo hoo! Rave/Blah: I kind of saved someone's life this week. I'm not special; I was just in the right place at the right time and did the right things. I was actually really scared the entire time, and I still get weirded out thinking about it. It was super traumatic and stressful, and the selfish part of me hopes I never go through that again. Something that happens with people in my profession a handful of times in a career happened with me within my first 3 months. Now I can't get that image/feeling out of my head/gut. I'm on tilt at work now because I keep having flashbacks and it wakes me up in the middle of the night.
Rant? I got a call from my supervisor that I'm going to be disabling a co-worker's account on Monday. He's currently in Hawaii on vacation. I really want to feel bad that this guy is losing his job, but I don't think he's necessarily good for it. It doesn't help that he sits in the next cube over and loudly eats junk food while calling someone about his insulin pump. I can hear his sleep apnea when he's talking, usually about nothing. He laughs at the end of every one of his sentences. Yes, he's annoying and a bad fit for the job, but still. It's scary as hell to be unemployed.
Rant: Hey friends and neighbors! I see you noticed that I'm single and I'm not currently dating anyone. Do you feel the need to hook me up with someone you know? Do you have a friend or relative that you think would be perfect for me, and you're thinking about trying your hand as a match maker? Well DON'T! Surprisingly enough, I don't want to date your ugly/fat/retarded friend/relative. If I did, I'd ask her out myself. What's that? I'm shallow, you say? Well, I apologize for not being attracted to your obnoxious 22 year old niece with questionable hygiene who wears her fucking pajamas to the bar, or your best pal who couldn't even hold down a job at McDonald's and leaves me crazy texts at 4 AM when she's all fucked up on sizzurp and McMasters. Yeah, she's a fucking catch. Being single would be a lot more fun if I didn't have to deal with people flinging low grade women at me.
Rant: Longest day ever. Got to work at 9 this morning and just got home at 1:30am. All I want is to go drink beers with my friends but we're all old people and it's not totally socially acceptable to start texting everyone I know at 1:45 anymore. Waah.
Rave: Drinking with friends. Rave/Rant: I'm only making friends now that I have decided to leave this town. Rant: I have decided, but I still need to grow a set of balls to make it actually happen. I have no confidence in my ability to make a life elsewhere. I want to go as far away as possible, but I can't imagine making it work. Rant: I have to proctor an ACT in less than 7 hours. Rave: The world is still pretty god damn awesome.
Rant: Had a slow night at the bar and then holy shit 25 people bust in at once and everyone wants the stupid "Hail State" drink that requires shitloads of prep and muddling. Each damn drink takes around 5 minutes at least and when I'm the only one back there making these drinks I really don't want to be yelled/whistled/or snapped at. Especially when you and your redneck girlfriend have 90 bucks worth of fireball shots, lemon drop martinis, with some bud lights thrown in and you actually take the time out of your night to write 0 on the tip line. I totally understand if you don't want to tip me but when your group is the only one paying out and the payer actually takes the time to write $0 for a tip? That just seems like a giant "Fuck You" to me. I will remember who you are though and let's see if you get "hooked up" again..
Rave: Talked the wife into seeing John Wick last night. It won't win any awards but it it is an enjoyable watch. As an added bonus, the older theater we went to upgraded their seating, so now it is $2.50 cheaper per ticket than the newer theaters and the seats recline. It is certainly making a strong case to be our favorite theater.
Rant: STILL waiting for news on what the new structure will look like within my team, and therefore whether I have a job, don't have a job or will have to re-apply for (and hopefully easily get) my job. Rave: I'm making time and a half 'working' a public holiday today and it's pissing with rain outside so I'm not really missing much.
RAVE: Had my first emergency situation as a nurse tonight and I handled it really well. I was calm and collected and did all the right things. I wasn't even that nervous thanks to my excellent training. If life were a video game I would have leveled up. Also starting to get the hang of handling family and their concerns and actually feeling like a nurse. Small rant within a rave: The only thing that sucked was feeling like I was in some way responsible, which I was not in any way. Even though I know this intellectually, I still feel a twinge of responsibility, probably because it was on my watch.
Rant: Stuck in Aberdeen for the third day with no luggage. Can't finish my work because my tools were in my bag. Other clothes would be nice too. Who wants to take me shopping?
Rant/Rave: I need to quit my job. Rant because it means job hunting and learning a new job and leaving my coworkers and my kids, rave because I've been losing my mind and working a million hours and I just can't handle it anymore. Also rant because I hate failing at things, but I just can't take this level of stress and verbal abuse anymore.
Rant: I was assigned to keep on top of the design team working on our new website. They are three months past deadline. I mentioned to my boss that I was maybe going to take the gloves off a little bit and let them know this was unacceptable. He said to just let them do their thing, and I said if he was comfortable with that, then I was comfortable with that. Woke up this morning to an email he wrote the company apologizing for my behavior, how I was pushing them too hard, and was micromanaging them. He even went so far as to mention that we had discussed it together and "that conversation didn't go well." All I had done up until this point was ask politely if we were going to have the website done by our new three-month-overdue deadline of Nov. 1, and whether there would be time to discuss any changes that would inevitably need to be made. Then he wrote me a second email, saying he knew I would be mad at him, but he had to 'rein me in' and that I would learn a valuable lesson after this. All I have learned is that he has no compunctions about ripping my professional reputation to shreds, and thinks that I don't know how to do anything without him stepping in. I feel the murderrage very strongly.
RANT I work hospitality. Mainly night shifts. I wanted tonight off so I could go watch a friend's band play a gig in the city. I've basically used all my holiday time for the year. Because its hospitality, and I work at a bar with a small amount of staff, I really don't like chucking sickies because generally it means someone will likely have to work a double, on short notice. The only girl that could've covered for me has a kid, so I really didn't want to stitch her up with that either. So I preplanned/checked with her if I could do it. I gave her plenty of notice so she could sort out what to do with her kid, and reinterated many times that there was no pressure to actually cover the shift, I could miss out if I had too. She said it was fine, got everything organised, and we were good to go. I message my boss today saying I was sick, and she sends me back a text saying she knew what I was doing, and how furious she is with me, I'm a liar and she cant' trust me etc etc. It's basically the first sickie I've ever taken in the entire time I've worked here (5-6 years). I don't want to overplay my importance or anything, but I've always been someone that goes out of their way to help out. I work generally shitty hours, and there's a whole bunch of reasons why I'm not really happy doing what I do (probably another issue altogether). Turns out she had messaged the girl asking her to do a different shift, the girl had told her she had organsied already to do mine. That's fine, I'm not going to ask someone to lie for me. You'd think she'd just let me know that she'd told them that she's working for me, so that I don't message my boss the next day and lie, get caught, and look like a fuckstick. Fucking awesome. Now I'll just get guilted on it for ages
Rant: Why can't people put their god damn phone number in their fucking business e-mail. If we have a working relationship I probably will need to call you at some point. I'd rather look at the e-mail quick than sifting through the stupid fucking CRM program just to find your god damn number.
Rant: A good friend's mother just passed away unexpectedly. Needless to say, I feel terrible for him and will spend tomorrow night with him. Rant/Rave: Still thinking about trying to change up my job position... well really just thinking about how I can get the hell out of cold calling and move into more of a sales engineer role. It's a rave because I still have a good job and think there may be some room for growth yet here. Rave: Taking my girlfriend on a surprise date tonight, to see a friend from my hometown play in a jazz club. She has some phenomenal music talent and is putting it to use, which is awesome. Spoiler Surprising her with a little new lingerie too. Fun fun.
Rant Some asshole thought it'd be really funny to pull the fire alarm last night at my apartment complex. They had so much fucking fun they decided to do it again at 6:00am. That asshole will die if I find him. When the fire alarm gets pulled the whole complex has to evacuate since its not a series of segregated buildings, its more like a downtown style tower complex.
Rant: My fiance and I get in the dumbest fights. This time it was about the cleaning lady, again. And it was about the scope of her work, again. Why do I have clean up the bathroom before she comes? Why do I have to wipe down the fridge? Shes getting paid to do it. I should be able to ask her to clean my asshole with her tongue if I'm so inclined and all I should hear is "Si Senor," with that big toothy grin of hers. Essentially Im paying this lady to come over and vacuum and organize the counter.