RANT: I hate my job and I need to find something different. RAVE: Someone contacted me about a position somewhere else. Not sure if anything will come of it but it's nice to have someone contact you. RAVE: New Disturbed Album is dropping on August 21st! I'm ready to get in a pit and take out some aggression.
Rant: The landlord at my old apartment hired a management company to handle his properties last month and I am not looking forward to doing the move-out procedure with them. The apartment was in shit shape when we moved in and I don't trust that he communicated this to them, so I'm afraid they'll try to stick us with finishing/paying for the renovation work he never completed (i.e. painting walls, fixing doors, etc.). Hoping to get the situation cleared up soon and move on. Rant: The management company at my new place has yet to complete the work they promised they would on the house since we signed the lease a few months ago. For example I was told our parking spot along the alleyway in the back would be paved weeks ago, then Monday, then supposedly Tuesday, and obviously it didn't happen today. The rest of the renovations to the property are all done (and done very well) but there's still a few things that have yet to happen, are way overdue, and I don't appreciate being lied to repeatedly. Rave: It's still a great place and we're really happy with it. What they have yet to complete (an alley parking spot and a storage shed) is not super important so I can be patient. I fucking love love love having a backyard again (SO much garden space and good stuff already growing) and a big basement shop to myself. So far all of our neighbors have been awesome too. Way above what I was hoping for. Rave: Living with my girlfriend has been going really well. An easier transition than we expected (so far).
RAVE: Had 1 year review today... kicked some ass, apparently. Aside from the fact that I really suck at firing people, it seems like the powers that be are happy with my performance. As a result I got a bit of a raise and a huge extra chunk of options. Sure, they vest over the next 4 years, but holy crap even the ones that have already vested are making me grin like a fucking idiot. Finally, after years of slaving away at failed startups, losing a house and a wife because of it, I seem to be hooked into one that is on track to paying off. Life is good. RAVE: Getting drunk on a Wednesday, and "working from home" tomorrow, while we're starting into a heat wave. Life is good. RANT: The house I'm renting is being foreclosed on. (EDIT: I still have a valid lease for the next year, but it's just a pain in the ass being involved in the foreclosure).
RANT: I am now in my second highly specialized career requiring training and knowledge most people don't have. That part is fine. The part that will always drive me nuts for the rest of my life is that A) Everyone thinks they magically know more than the trained professional or, B) Their random plumber uncle does. It's like telling your doctor that his biopsy driven cancer diagnosis is wrong because you read something on google. And then not actually getting a second opinion. Then dying and blaming the doctor. Bleh
Rave: Just did the colour run and despite my initial skepticism it turned out to be a lot of fun. I currently look like a clown vomited all over me. Rave: Got to catch up with a good mate of mine at the run and her future sister in law is hot as fuck.
Rave: Going on my second date with a guy who is genuinely cool and doesn't make me feel like a weirdo.
Rant: I get fucked by customers day in and day out. It awakens a special kind of rage when my employer fucks me. Fuck them. Fuck! I have a tension headache from angry tears. I fucking hate my new job.
Rave: gf successfully defended her PhD on Friday Rant: Got rear-ended waiting at a red light on my way to pick up her gift
????: "Hey Binary, we need to block this wifi device from getting a signal. Can we just put it in a cardboard box?" Um, yes. Cardboard is well known for its abilities to block wireless signals. The signal in your house goes through sheetrock, insulation, wood, doors and flooring, but sure, if you stick it under a piece of corrugated cardboard, that'll probably work.
Rant: Redoing my lawn this year, dug drainage ditches last year put the pipe and rock in. So I am getting good topsoil this year and going to start grass from scratch. Holy fuck, why does there need to be 40 or so different types of grass, that is just from Scotts.
Rave: Got enough goalie coaching commitments and clients where I can quit my second bullshit job. Goalie coaching is awesome, I'm charging well below standard pricing for personal coaching meanwhile making much more than I would doing other so called honest jobs. Fucking win-win if there ever was one. From the client side, I am as knowledgable and technical as any coach available, I just happen to have fewer tittles so I cost less, again, win-win for the parents Rant: And I learned again why one of my favorite phrases is, never rely on someone else to feed you. Never trust an employer, never trust an income source ever, always have a plan b and c that are hopefully more profitable more sustainable
Rave: Buddy's bachelor party went off great this past weekend and I'm finally feeling human again. We drank everything in sight, I passed out at a strip club, stage-side (I was the canary in the coal mine for everyone else to leave, apparently), and we woke up one morning to crows eating someone's wallet in the driveway. I'm still sore and don't know why, but we're all alive and I didn't spend all my money. All in all, a great time.
Rave: Motorcycle was recovered, I've seen it, its not trashed at all. Apparently these criminals were rookies bc while they popped the steering column they also left the plates on. No suspects naturally but I have the bike and my insurance is going to be taking a claim if there are any damages the shop finds.
Rave: My band is used to playing normal bar gigs, but tonight we played a three hour set at a big brewery/restaurant. We had to learn a shitload of covers in the last couple weeks to fill the time, and I was in a pissy mood all day because I thought I wasn't prepared enough. It actually went really well though, and now I'm wondering why I was so goddamn pissy and negative. I should have listened to Bob Marley while I was learning his song.
Rant: dealing with family at a holiday. They are zealots about their fucking pool. If you don't get in the pool, or don't want to, or just don't give a flying fuck about swimming, they go insane and start bitching. I'm literally watching/feeding/trying to get my 4 month old to nap, and I have 6 grown adults giving me unending amounts of shit for not getting in a fucking pool, as if it is somehow diminishing their fun. Its like swimming is their religion and they're trying to convert me. It's obsessive and creepy, honestly, and the more they bitch and moan (Ive been called an asshole, a dick, and a cunt today so far), the less I want to get in a pool and hang out with these dipshits.
Rant. Big huge sad heartbroken rant. http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/infantilespasms/infantilespasms.htm
RANT: My wife went in for a routine prenatal check up this morning and walked out with a possible preeclampsia diagnosis. We won't know for sure until later today or tomorrow. If there's a silver lining to this it's that we're roughly 6 weeks away from our due date and this kid is Amazonian already.