Rant: Wunderground, my phone and weather.com can't come to a consensus about whether the shit coming out of the sky is ice pellets, freezing rain, or wintry mix. So looking forward to 6 inches of ice/snow on the first day above freezing since February 6. Silver lining? It's only made it to 25ยบ so far, and it's already feeling downright balmy. I think I need to move.
Rant: Having a stupid amount of work to do in the office before leaving at noon to help my girlfriend move into her new apartment yesterday was rough. Doing it on a couple hours of sleep thanks to anxiety over the day was a perfect recipe for burning out. I am still tired. Rave: Now she's all moved into her new place and we're officially done with her asshole former landlord. The weather yesterday was perfect (plus we dodged a bullet since its snowing now), I'm not sore today, and the move went as smoothly as it could have. Rave: Season 5 of Steve Rinella's awesome hunting show Meateater is on Youtube. Looking forward to watching it later tonight.
Rave- Is it possible to renew dating vows? Because that should be a thing and more couples should take fucking, drinking, and having fun more seriously.
So a while ago I heard that two friends had previously had a one night stand together. The male of the pair told another friend, who told me. From what it sounded like it was a one-time, perhaps slightly drunken, event, and it was just forgotten about between the two of them. Well, last night I learned exactly what night this happened on. I remember it because it was at a small party where the girl was so drunk that she passed out in the middle of the road. I went out to pick her up and carry her back inside, and a female friend tucked her into bed. And, well, I hope I don't have to describe what was going on when the girl woke up. Yup, this is fucked.
Rave: I have a new job! Rant: Giving my notice is going to blow. I'm 100% sure my boss is going to try to pull some shit or try to bully me into working through April. Anything to avoid actually working herself or spending $450 a day on PRN.
RANT: I love my job, I really do. I'm more thankful for it then you'll ever know. But the silly corporate bullshit? Blech. I just had to sit through a test as a prelude to a 4 hour seminar on Emotional Intelligence Quotient. If you're not familiar with Emotional Intelligence Quotient, it's some sort of quacky pseudo-science. They may as well have tested us for fucking ESP. The questions and answers are purposely ambiguous and confusing. The "Right" answer is what the majority of others taking the same test choose as correct. Apparently choosing the same nonsense answer as the majority means you are emotionally aware or some fucking thing. If the majority thought "This is fucking ridiculous" after about the 5th question and started just clicking wherever the mouse was pointing to get the god damn thing off their screen, I'm golden.
Rant/Rave: two nights ago, I received a phone call on our landline (usually telemarketers, but the series of phone calls suggested urgency). It was the police, wanting to speak to my father. They ask he and I to walk outside with our hands visible. With 3 spot lights on us, they ask us to walk towards them with our hands in the air. 5 metres from them, they ask us to turn around, hands on heads and walk backwards to then search us. 2 guys with assault rifles and one with a riot shield (this is odd because the only police in our state that have assault rifles are the Tactical Response Group - like your SWAT - and the Major Crime Squad) then enter our house and search it. They separate us and question us about that days activities. It turns out that there was an attempted armed robbery at my dads regular bank branch, and the staff there had identified my dad as the assailant (honestly, I saw CCTV pictures and the guy dresses and looks A LOT like my dad, maybe 80%). It looks like the guy cased the branch for a long time looking for someone that dressed in a manner that could conceal his identity and confuse the bank staff. Thankfully, the police figured they had identified the wrong man. We just stood out the front of the house laughing for a while, making jokes while the guys inside finished the search. Apparently the way the bank tellers told them was "he's a nice guy, and he doesn't need the money. I don't understand why he would, but it's definitely him!" Good story for the bar this weekend, especially for friends that know my dad.
Rant: Fuck that pet adoption place. How in the hell do you a rabies tag for a dead dog to be sent out? In a hand written addressed envelope at that.
Rant: Fuck dating. Fuck it right in it's ear hole. A couple of good dates and you think you're doing well then you get a message saying sorry but I went on a date with someone else and we click a little bit better so thanks for the company but see you never.
Rave... Get to spend most of the day on my little boat with my trolling motor topoing a large pond for certification. Being on the water makes any day good. Rant... The temperatures at which this work will take place are far, far below ideal boating weather.
Rant: There is literally nothing in the world I want more than for my mother and law to leave right now. She comes over like a hurricane, destroys my kitchen to make her awful food (gluten free brownies might as well be hardened shit in a pan), talks down to my wife until she is ready to kill, and leaves a giant fucking mess she refuses to clean up, so I get to do it. And if we dare try to say anything she goes full guilt trip for a week about how unloved she is. I'd let someone fuck me with a rusty chainsaw for her to leave.
Rant: A whole afternoon of marketing meetings today. Why are the most ignorant, thick headed idiots always the most vocal? It's a fucking pie chart. In color. What's so hard to understand about that? And why do you need it explained to you again every time another pie chart comes up? Fuck me. I need to drink.
Rant: I feel like I've missed my calling in life. I could get paid to have booze poured over my tits. http://www.gspirits.com/en/ Although I suppose that I would eventually feel angst over the fact that I can't lower my head enough to suck my booze-soaked tits.
Rant: Fucking TWIC card. Getting one in time for a work opportunity is getting less and less likely. Fuck the TSA.
Rant: Turns out that when you give a psycho bitch 2 weeks notice, they turn psycho bitch on you. Go figure. It's gonna be a fun 2 1/2 weeks. She's already giving veiled threats of talking to my new manager who is omg her bffff1111!1!2!2!2!2!2!2!! Which is a bullshit lie meant to scare me.
Rant: So a little backstory to this first. When I first met this girl through a mutual female friend, I asked the mutual friend about her and she didn't give me any details. So I thought that just meant she wasn't interested in me. It turns out the mutual friend is into girls and I had no clue about that and that these two girls had made out before. Now the mutual friend has UNFRIENDED me on Facebook because of this! Pretty passive aggressively insane, if you ask me. Oh well, now I will feel no sadness when I'm hooking up with the other girl all this time until she moves.
RAVE: My company's iPhone/iPad version of my app is now featured on the Apple Store, and we had meetings with their senior VP's in California last week talking about long-term plans and synergies. Shit is looking up, yo, and in a field (education technology) that is starting to get a ton of attention and money thrown at it. The only real downside is that we honestly have no idea if this will have any affect on our adoption or downloads... but at least it gives us a solid endorsement, and I have some fancy screep caps I can send my mom... so I've got that going for me.