Rant: Parents who send there known sick kids to daycare because they don't want to take care of them.
Rant:Jackass counter offered for more than his listed price. Go fuck yourself asshole. I hope a scorpion stings you in the dick.
Rave: A year and a half long project that started with me being just a worker bee and ending with the project manager checking out, the head developer leaving the company and it lying only on my shoulders is finally done. It is beautiful. Rant: Now that it is done, I curse the time of year. People going on holiday and my boss not really caring enough to demand the help that I've asked for in testing the product has lead me to frustration and borderline depression Ra? Do I just roll with this and wait for the New Year to push for testing or do I get as much of it done as possible on my own. I think the latter. Fuck 'em. I'ma do me.
An update: He's on antibiotics, altered diet and pain meds. He made me look like a liar by trying to kill two cats in the vet's office while we were waiting. He seems to be on the mend.
RANT: Fucking tore a calf muscle this morning. 3km into a run I do a couple times a week and the man on the grassy knoll hit me and I went down like a bag of shit. Fuck this getting old business.
Rant: It's called MORNING SICKNESS not ALL DAY SICKNESS. I'm walking around all day with "I don't want to barf on you" face and people are reading it as "Resting Bitch Face". I'm also not walking around broadcasting the state of my uterus or anything to do with my personal life, so when anyone looks at me funny, I'm just like ehhh. Rave: Doc and ultrasound and life so far says that despite my sheer and absolute terror, everything is progressing as it's supposed to. Heartbeat was strong last Friday, size was perfect, and everything looked good. I'm not at all an optimist, but I feel better this time than I did either of the last two times. I'm further along than I made it on the last real pregnancy (in January) and certainly than the chemical pregnancy I had in Sept/Oct. But this is still terrifying. I don't mind the barf feeling at all, even if it is uncomfortable, because it lets me know physically that things are going okay so far. Y'all are also the first people to know besides The Husband, The Doc Squad, and my immediate supervisors. Family and kids don't even know.
Rant: Allergy testing. I got tested and, out of 50 shots (testing different allergens and molds), I was allergic, to varying degrees, to something like 80-85% of them. Rave: allergy immunotherapy. My insurance covers 100% of it, and I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Rant: I have to give myself two shots, every other day, for a year. Rave: I'm not scared of needles. Apparently a lot of people are. My wife almost vomited when she saw me inject myself. People at work, they don't know how I do it. I just.... it's a mental disconnect for me, I guess. But I know that disconnect is helping me here.
Rave: Last year, around this time, there was this package that was sitting in the hallway of my building for two weeks. At one point I decided, fuck it, and took it to see what was in there, and it was very clearly some holiday present for someone who used to live here from someone who did business with him. There was a bunch of company swag from some radio company and, while I do not turn my nose up at nice pens, most importantly a bottle of Johnny Walker Black, and it was a fine Christmas indeed. This year, there was this package sitting in the hallway of my building for over a week. Tonight I was coming back from a gay man's birthday party, where I'm truly in my prime, and was feeling bold so I told myself I was going to take the package again. When I looked at the label I realized it was from the same company as last year so it was definitely up for grabs again. This year, along with the standard swag, was a bottle of Courvoisier and a glass. Now, I'm pretty sure I've never had Courvoisier before and I'm not entirely sure how to drink it/if I'll like it, but anything that gets me closer to being like Busta Rhymes is a Rave in my book.
Rave: GoPro worked and I was able to get a neat video of my fish tank. I need to change how I put the camera in the tank so it won't spin in circles. The water looks clean and not much trash on the bottom of the tank, so the SLO is working how it's supposed to. Spoiler
Rant: at the ER, wish me luck. Hoping the blood coming out of my asshole is just a hemorrhoid that I never knew I had.
Rant: Had to run from the car to the house and immediately locked myself in the bathroom because I'm bawling and I don't want to have to explain my tears to my husband. Fuck you, Christmas Shoes song.
Rant - about to quit this fucking job. I need a job, ain't no doubt. But I don't get paid to put up with this much shit even on my days off. Bitch can take a long walk off a short pier. Fucking. Done. It's fucking Sunday night, I'm not at work, and you want to text me about how unhappy you are that I didn't do what you want me to? Blow me. I was left at work to close, clean, and do all paperwork by myself, without a key, and well above my pay grade. Aside from that, I spent the entire evening un-fucking a machine whose workings and account access I barely have ability to handle or manage. So no, sweetheart. I didn't fill out your check list. I WAS THE ONLY ONE WORKING. If you can't figure that out, too fucking bad. "I'll write you up next time." Do what you need to do, cunt.
My mom goes in for knee replacement surgery tomorrow, She's 75 but in pretty good shape and the expectation is she will be just be better off. I'm scared for her but I hope for the best,
RANT:: Work has been insane and I haven't made the time to finish my Christmas shopping yet. Never mind that I have to ship it half-way across Canada. My only option left is to overnight a package via Fed/Ex or Purolator. Can't wait to see how much that will cost.
Rave: Add me to the list of preggo Idiots. Mr. 12many and I are really excited as it's a first for both of us. Rant: Jenny12many has become JennyCan'tHaveAny.