RAVE: Here's to being wasted on a Wednesday night and NOT being on a 12 hour drive to Florida to attend the wedding of snotty bitch I don't even like, and better yet, I don't have to be with in laws I don't like either. Now I'm gonna go sit in my rocking hciarh and wathc The curse of Oak Island.
Catching up... Rave: Vegas vacation with the wife was a lot of fun. Good shows, good times. Rant: Was somewhat sick during most of it, though was able to enjoy it regardless. Rave: Things with the new cute girl this past weekend went awesome. Rant: Someone I've known for years passed away today.
Rave: After five weeks away finally home to sleep in my own bed for a week before I'm off again. Played some cricket caught up with old friends and met some new ones. Wasn't the worst time I've spent away.
? Girlfriend's close male friend (who I haven't met) buys her a $200 festival ticket. Just because. Not sure if I'm correct in finding that weird, or should just leave it to "what a good friend". This is why I don't like relationships
Rave: Got a working chainsaw. For free. I don't even have any real needs for the thing but I'm just happy to have a chainsaw now.
Rant: I have a million things to do for work before I leave (last day still TBD) and should also be applying for more jobs. Rave? I am ignoring that and telling myself I only have to apply to one job per evening before I'm allowed to binge watch shows and knit cozy scarves for my friends for christmas. I think I'm in some sort of unhealthy, enabling relationship with the BBC.
Rant: fucking back pain. I think I strained a muscle this time. I didn't do anything about it when I first noticed the pain a month ago and now it has morphed into a real issue. I can't sit at all and if i move the wrong way, it goes out completely and i hit the ground. Or doorway, whichever is closer. Currently on day 3 of bed rest paired with muscle relaxers, high powered antiinflammatory meds, and chiropractic care. If this shit doesn't start to calm down soon I am not sure how I am going to endure an 8 hour car ride and a 3 hour plane ride.
Rant, I guess: The hardest part about losing your pet isn't the actual act of pet loss. I thought it would be. I had to say goodbye to my favorite cat buddy because his health was declining rapidly and his quality of life had deteriorated to a point where saying goodbye to my best friend was the kindest option available. He'd been by my side my entire life ever since my neighbors found him hiding under a bush while I did my fourth grade math homework and my parents decided that this cat, my cat, would be a part of our family. Always there, at the foot of my bed, for 19 years. So that day was hard, and I cried a lot. And I cried a lot the next day. And the day after. I've cried every day since then; sometimes it's a lot and sometimes it's a little. Sometimes I feel like it might be okay and then I realize it's been two weeks since I've seen his face or petted him and it hurts so much all over again that it almost feels like I said goodbye mere seconds ago. Sometimes I wake up crying, like yesterday, or sometimes I cry right before I sleep because I sleep without his faithful watch from the foot of my bed now. Or sometimes, like today, I cry because someone gave me a cat ornament and the cat looks nothing like my Sandy but it broke my heart all over again. Or the cat socks my mom cautiously handed to me, knowing that the socks actually mean absolutely fucking nothing and it was a thoughtful gift...but still feeling like my entire love of cat paraphernalia was actually just a larger expression of the overwhelming love I had for this one cat who isn't even alive anymore. Did I ever like cats? I don't know. I know I loved mine fiercely and maybe that's all it ever was. I don't have a thesis for this rant. I'm just sad and I had to write it down somewhere. Please go love your pets.
Rant: I have to deliver some paperwork to a client in NY tonight. This wouldn't be as big a deal if I hadn't *just* been there, but the new paperwork didn't arrive before my most recent trip and now that it's here, it's on a short deadline. ON top of that, I think I'd like to actually sleep like a human for once and so need to find crash space on super short notice. Potential rave: Cute girl I've mentioned before is in NY so maybe I can crash there?
Rant: Wife has the flu. She got the flu shot, but she said that it is only 60% effective because some of the flu virus mutated. She said I would be fine because my flu shot was more effective than hers, or something. I don't know, she is a pharmacist. Rave: In-laws took the kid for tonight, mostly because I would've had to drop her off at 5:15 AM for me to get to work on time tomorrow, and they decided it would be easier to just take her tonight. Rant: Sleeping on the couch tonight, and on top of this, it was a really, really shitty day to miss. I have a few more things to prepare for before the end of the week. Luckily, shit gets easy after tomorrow.
Rave: One more week before Christmas Vacation starts and I'll have 2 weeks to fish until I can't stand it anymore. Rant: Gave my first midterm today (Algebra 2) and was disappointed with the results. Almost half the class gets an F and I'm expecting no less than 5 parents to schedule a conference this week. This is mostly disappointing because I devoted the entire last week of class to work on the midterm review and help with any gaps in knowledge the students had. Some of the test questions were exactly the same numbers and form. I'm not sure what I as a teacher could have done to make this test any easier (other than giving the exact same questions).
Rave: Today was my last day of shaving for the year, fuck yes! Now I can go for a paddle every morning and no more dealing with a couple of fuckwits at work.
RANT: Dear dumbass CNAs, when a resident is found on the floor it's generally not a good idea, and totally against the policy of any facility, to simply pick them up, put them back in their wheelchair, and NOT FUCKING TELL ME UNTIL THE END OF THE SHIFT. This same resident fell on the floor within ear shot of me while giving out medication at around 9:00 PM. I do my thing, head to toe assessment, vitals, and at 11:00, after asking them for an hour and a half for them, while still working on the incident report, these idiots finally hand me their witness statements. Included? The fact that oh, by the way, she fell at around 7:00 pm but we never told you. To top it off they didn't sign and date their statements. By the time I got around to reading them and adding them to the incident report, they have already gone home for the night. Holy paperwork Batman! RAVE: 2 hours of overtime for my Christmas paycheck! RANT: I hate working in nursing homes. Can't wait until the holidays are over and I can start looking for another job. I go away for 3 days and I come back to the entire unit quarantined with the flu, droplet precautions for 8 residents who have tested positive, a resident returning from the hospital with the flu and all the paperwork THAT entails, everyone staying in bed, which surprisingly makes things a lot harder than just getting them up, and two CNAs who have never worked on my hall. During my shift I give out roughly 12-13 shots of insulin in addition to all the other medication for 32 residents. And it's probably going to be like this all week. Merry Christmas! Of all the time I have ever worked in the nursing home setting (11+ years) this was the most fucked up shift I've ever worked, and that's saying something.
Rave: My wife and I bought a car together. She got rid of her piece of shit Aveo, and I will never have to see that stupid, un-air conditioned, sweat box again. We got a Camry SE that is twice the size and gets better gas mileage. Engine technology must have come a long way in the last seven years. I was reading a Facebook post about how amazing people feel when they find Jesus. I didn't really understand the feeling, but I assume it was a lot like how I felt when we got the car. I've only felt like that four other times in my life- My first time skiing out west, the day I got engaged, the day I got married, and the day my wife disowned her family. Life is good right now. I've got a lot to be thankful for this year.
Rant: My little dog is getting sick again. Last winter he spent days in the hospital on IV (yes, it's expensive) and they thought pancreatitis. I'm seeing mild symptoms returning. I feel so bad that he's sick. I don't like to see him in pain. Vet appointment coming up. Rant 2: Never work for friends, especially when their parents are paying the bills. The project is on time, on budget and to code, and still there's hysteria around the state of things. Rant 3: I don't even know what's happening with a friend. He and I used to have a thing, then we called it off. Now he's going through a massive upheaval in his life, and we've become really close. A mutual acquaintance pulled me aside yesterday and said, in a nutshell, "I saw you two together on Friday and it's written all over your face that you're in love with him. He will hurt you. And you are unaware of how you feel." It's not possible to be in love with someone and have no idea, is it? Because I think it's an exceedingly horrible idea to date this guy - we'd be toxic to each other on a lot of levels. When she said that my stomach turned. At the same time, I don't like that I give that impression unknowingly when we're together.
Rave Been a while since I posted, probably for a good reason. Anyway, took the GRE today and killed it. I now have many more options for grad school than I did this morning. Fucking amazing day, I thought I was gonna tank it, now I have something to be happy with/brag about. I was stunned to see those scores on the screen. Still have a hard time believing I saw those numbers for my scores. Now I'm getting drunk and allowing the relief to settle in.
Rant: The cat is peeing blood. What the hell. Just when I need to spend money on Christmas presents Im going to have to shell out for a crazy vet bill. Rant: Futurewife's uncle is dying and its really traumatic for her father. Her uncle and father both lived life like they were going to die at 35. Now that theyre 60+, its catching up to them in a big way. Its hard to feel sorry for someone in that situation, but losing a family member is never easy, so Im trying to be as sympathetic as possible...