Rave: They sent me a $150 prepaid Visa in the mail today as an apology, and credited my bill for a month of phone service.
RANT: No one needs me here today, not clients or employees so, why in the fuck am I at work then?! RAVE: And tomorrow I work until 11:45 but, that's Christmas Bonus Day a good reason to come into the office. Then I'm off to the bar Christmas Party...where it's all free, for regulars. Special note: For those who attend a similar event please do not forget to still tip the servers. Just because it's a free open bar does not mean you can stiff them. You'd be surprised how many don't. I'm sure Dewercs can relate.
Rant: No seriously. Fuck you. I decided to bite it and transfer to a different department. Get pissy at me and I'll fucking pop smoke in the middle of Christmas, and leave your inept ass high and dry.
Christmasy Rant: Over the next week spending a Christmas with my parents, Christmas with husband's mom, and Christmas with his dad's family....and my MIL's birthday. She's the only person I know over the age of 16 that DEMANDS that her birthday is a big fucking deal. Between the audible sighing, eye rolling, moaning and groaning when we remind her that we're leaving in 3 hours and another passive-aggressive comment about my parents it'll be a Christmas miracle if I don't let my bitch face out in full force or don't get completely buzzed in order to not give a shit. Maybe she could just be grateful that all of her kids are alive, healthy, happy and in the area instead of being a selfish cunt. Maybe I'll play that card. Yay family!
RANT: Cost of shipping one medium-sized Rubbermade container containing familial Christmas gifts halfway across the country overnight? $291.83 RAVE: All done with Christmas crap now, except for baking of some cookies and shit for me and the nice neighbours. RAVE: Just pushed out our brand new environment after thrashing for 10 days, and it's all working as expected. There'll be a couple of casual days of shoring shit up (like monitoring, logging, etc), but that can be done safely from home, in sweats, getting hammered while eating great food. Merry Fucking Christmas!
Rant: Fucking flu. I came down with it hard Sunday night. I have never had the flu like that either. It was the vomit/diarrhea for over 12 hours kind of flu. I usually just get the fever/chills/aches bullshit. I also learned that I have lost a bit of vomit control after college. My initial salvo painted my bathroom door and sink with only a smidgeon making it into the toilet. Then my dad got sick. My mom held out, but she just puked in the bathroom. So now, my little brother won't be coming up for Christmas because he cannot afford to get sick this time of year as he is a basketball coach. Now I feel like I grinched Christmas. Rave: My family is a tad dysfunctional to say the least. My mom is living with my father and I (they have been divorced for 20 years) as she had nowhere else to go upon a sudden exit from an overseas job. My father has taken this as an opportunity to live some delusion of a happy family. He bought a little Christmas tree, has taken my mom's Christmas spirit and cajoled it into wrapping gifts, and he even bought place-mats and a "centerpiece" for our table. This is beyond irksome. So I may have grinched Christmas, but I also subverted some Normal Rockwell-esque revisionist history. Merry Christmas, everyone! May you at the least be flu-free.
Rant: Because it ain't Christmas until someone screams "fuck you, fuck you, get the fuck out of my house!!"
Rant: I sit next to a break room that has no doors, so I get to hear the barnyard clucking all goddamn day. And I ask ya, how do people who never shut the fuck up long enough to eat food still manage to weigh as much as a mancubus from Doom 2?
rant I keep feeling like, as the oldest sibling at 30, I kind of hate my siblings....the silver-spoon mentality is so fucking rampant I kind of wanna burn my parents place down so they experience real struggle.
Rant: ffs, mom. Stop mentioning how you are going to "give everybody their inheritance early" because dad is pissed at the tax implications of the income he is receiving through his contracting work. You aren't dead yet. Enjoy your fucking life for once and get an accountant.
Rant: Mom is having lung surgery on Tuesday and we are all scared shitless. Rant: I am unemployed, on winter break and my car is fucking up. Rant: My dad now chooses to get sick. So sick he nearly passed out from dry heaving. Cue hospital trip in which nothing gets fixed. Rant: I am within ten pounds of the heaviest I have ever been. Rave: My niece is fucking cute, y'all.
Rant: Fucking flu. My wife had it two weeks ago and is just now getting back to normal. Just in time for my daughter and I to get sick. Kid had a fever and runny nose, and was generally not herself. I have a sore throat and cough, but I still basically have to do everything because my wife is also 8 months pregnant. Ive basically been a single father for the last two weeks and it is catching up to me. Rant: Not ready for this kid at all. We are moving my daughter to a new room, and changing her old room into the new baby's room. This involves a lot of movement and painting and we have done nothing. I was supposed to get her new room cleaned out and painted today, but of course we're both sick. And my wife got called into work. And my in-laws won't watch a sick 2 year old. Rant: School is acting like they've never had a teacher ask for time off for the birth of a child. The principal honestly seems to expect me to just work through it, and not take any time for the birth of my kid. Fucking shit, I may just "get sick" for a week conveniently when the kid is born. Rave: My daughter made Christmas fun again. She was way into it, loved giving and getting presents, and seeing her excitement on Christmas morning was Awesome. Needed that, as I'm just in the shittiest of shitty moods constantly lately.
RAVE: After days of experimentation, I've finally discovered the perfect recipe for chocolate/coconut macaroons that maximizes the amount of dark spiced rum while still allowing them to remain solid at room temperature. I feel like I've discovered cold fusion or room-temperature superconductors, but for drunk chocoholics.
Rant: I have the worst fucking luck with cars. Owned it two weeks and the driver's window goes out the ONE time I roll it all the way down and this same morning the heat goes out. All of this in subzero Minnesota winter. Fuck me. Rave: One more day of work and then a 4 day weekend. Whoo. If I don't at least fix the window later today the drive up to Minneapolis is going to seriously suck though.
Rave: in Jamaica having an absolute ball. Odd rant: turns out filthy drug sex with anonymous strangers, while fun and exactly what I went looking for, isn't exactly my stock in trade. I have that Eminem line stuck in my head "The shit I complain about It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out".