Rant: Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug. Here's to everybody that had a bug day. This day can suck a dick.
Rave: My sister is pregnant again. Hoping for better this time. Rave: Dad wanted to show off the wine rack he made. Spoiler His words: Have at it!
Rave: Thirty one years ago this morning my life changed forever - my oldest daughter was born. It was one of the best moments in my life! I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Rant: I work for one of largest tech companies in the world, yet some of my co-workers can't figure out how to use a conference bridge. Rave: I'm off for Thanksgiving right after this meeting.
Rant: The drive to my parents house in northwestern CT today was nothing short of a nightmare. The roads are completely fucked. Rave: Hot tub and cider punch during a snowstorm. Nothing better.
Ravt: Just bought a brand new 2014 F150. Haven't had a new vehicle since 1996. Also haven't had car payments since 2000.
Rant: I hate this time of year. My life is falling apart and everyone is talking about being thankful while I'm just resisting the urge to drive my car off a cliff.
Rant: Me - "The chemical name and CAS number in the MSDS do not match each other, nor do they match what's in the spec sheet or what's been given to the product manager. Would you like me to contact the supplier for more information?" Her - "chec spec sht." Me - "Actually, that doesn't help. The spec sheet is inconsistent with the naming/numbering of the chemical, which is inconsistent with the MSDS and inconsistent with the information coming from the PM. We need supplier confirmation of the composition before approving this product." Her - "spec shet." Me - "I checked the spec sheet. The information is not helpful. Please provide your supplier contact." Her - "USE. SPEC." Me - "..." This would be less of a rant if "Her" wasn't IN MY FUCKING REGULATORY AFFAIRS DEPARTMENT. CHRIST ALMIGHTY. BE A LITTLE LESS HELPFUL, YOU TWAT.
Rant: This fucking last year of university sucks. Oh, sure, I want to be toiling away all day, being lucky if I have time to maybe eat something, no really, it's awesome. Along comes this asshole of an attending, talking about how we can learn so much, and how it's up to our dedication. And that he wants us to take on patients of our own. Oh, sure, no problem, I'll tell one of my clones right away. I would have had time to deal with patients of my own today at 5:30 pm, because that's the time I finished dealing with the admissions for the day, but hey, sure I'll stay till 8 pm, because it's so awesome, and I'm totally not doing bullshit tasks all day, which have no learning value at all. I don't even have time to go to the teaching sessions most days. But hey, at least on paper everyone can pat themselves on their back, because they have such a great learning atmosphere, because that's what the my final year is supposed to be about. I hate this fucking hospital so much. 3 more weeks.
Rant: Being an A's fan seriously blows. We traded our best player yet again, this time sending a personal favorite of mine Josh Donaldson to the Blue Jays for four prospects. This trade hurts more than any I can recall since we dealt Tim Hudson. Rave: Saw Fleetwood Mac on their reunion tour tonight at The Forum in Inglewood. Got notice a few days back I had a ticket to write a review on them. I had to switch off my night shift on the newsdesk (and gave up my New Years Eve in the process -- I have no regrets). They were amazing. Christine McVie didn't skip a beat after being away 18 years from the band. The full lineup!!! In the flesh. Was amazing.
Rant/Rave: Got traded in my rec hockey league, trying to even out teams, my old team just couldn't get a win, I was the worst player, think they traded me for a good player. MOTHER FUCKING RAVE: First game with the new team playing against the best team, they had a full spare bench(5 guys). First 8 minutes or so we only had 4 people on the ice, we were basically on a penalty kill for 8 minutes and they didn't score. Then two guys showed up(1 spare). Last 12-15 minutes we were playing with 5 guys(0 spares), 1 guy from each team got kicked out for fighting. AND WE FUCKING WON.
Rant: I'm unhappy right now. Sharp. Terse. Not at all warm or friendly. I think it has to do with my job. My job just about sucks. The people I work with are...a mixed bag of okay and fucking drama queen crybabies. It's a small business* and it's worse than a high school class. It's unfulfilling and just generally irritating. I don't know if that's because I dislike how my supervisor performs her duties or if it's genuinely something I hate. Whatever the reason, something has to change. Maybe I'll go to school. *Other rant: People treat small businesses and their employees horribly. I thought it was unique to the climbing gym and that environment and demographic (demanding soccer moms and cheap ass climbers) but it isn't. It's not just one group of people. It's fucking everyone. Demands to open up an hour or an hour and a half early, or to stay an hour or even two hours late. Demands to be let in outside of business hours because 'you're there ANYWAY why can't you just let us in?' Just ongoing and ridiculous demands. Imagine, for a minute, calling CostCo and saying "Hey, so I'm stuck in traffic but I really need to stop and buy a bulkload of groceries, I'll be there about half hour after you close - we cool?" or Starbucks and saying "Man. I need coffee. I have a late night study session and...wait. You close at 10? Okay. Umm. I'll be there about 11, y'all can hook me up then since you still have to clean and everything, right?" Any corporate entity would be like "That's not the way it works. See you during regular business hours!" and the customer would be like 'Oh. Damn. Okay.' and if they had the audacity to complain, the listener would laugh at them for being so ridiculous. Not so with small businesses. Working in and for small businesses makes me want to punch people sometimes. Complaining (and being taken seriously[/i]) that one wasn't served outside of business hours, being taken seriously when whatever fuckall demand was made wasn't granted...happens entirely too often in small businesses. Oh and rant/rave? I'm not sure. It's been a week since I've had any coffee.
Rant/Rave: Had to shave off my beard, but it was for a client meeting that went really well. Rant: Pulling together statistics and creating presentation slides at the absolute last minute for my boss, only to see them barely glanced at. Also, my brother is graduating with his MBA shortly and just told the family he'll be moving back to the Twin Cities with his wife. Not sure if this is a rant or rave yet.
Rant: Android Lollipop can go fuck itself. When in doubt, break the UI! Not at your fingertips always beats at your fingertips.... Fucking cunt-aguous Mr. Pointy Hairs belong in a home for mentally retarded adults, not designing smartphone OSes...
Rant: I just got back to calorie counting because I gained 7lbs and it all went to my ass. And now the cooking thread is blowing up. Goddamnit! You motherfuckers and your delicious cookie recipes! I am tempa-banning myself from that thread.
RANT: The fact that I'm working nights means don't fucking call and wake me up because you thought I would be awake by 10:00, oh, wait it's only 9:30 ooops. Oh, and you might want to wait to call when you're not in the middle of doing something so you can concentrate and not lock your fucking keys in the trunk of the car. Really enjoyed having to drive all the way to where you are (in the fucking rain no less) to open the fucking trunk before I can have a cup of coffee or take my morning shit. Oh, and I'm sorry if I'm "Being a jerk about it." By the way, how many times are you going to lock your keys in the car? Jesus Christ woman. Am I really married to you? Get your head out of your ass already!