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@Aarbrok - OIC. I'm not really into that stuff. About as namebrand as I get is uh. Levi's and Nike. Maybe some Underarmor. I'm just a simple redneck.
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
Designer clothing is all for a look, not for comfort, but for the pay I just got in my promotion, ill sell the unicorns out of it, and wear it the damned best I can.
Is there legitimately a wench in your plans, or did you miss a keystroke and you'd like someone to remove their wrench from your plans? Because whenever I think of 'wench' and 'Haven', whether she is part of the plan or not, Haven has a good time.
:-D
He was under the water, just pulling away.
I have to keep the car the remainder of the summer, because I've been too busy to go car shopping with any seriousness. I'm working overtime for the next week, but I'd earmarked it for Aetolia and family vacation in VT in three weeks and now it'll be wiped out. Being a grownup sucks.
I think the remaining wine in the bottle I've been ignoring for 2 months is going to be finished tonight.
Oh well. I have a cake that won't bake itself, and I'm playing with frosting this time. Going for a flag. Blue velvet mix; never tried it before, but I want to see the reactions of my co-workers when they realize it's blue.
I've baked cookies and things for my team every Sunday for about 2 months now. Last sunday I had off of work and went overboard, whipped up two more cake mixes into cookies than usual and brought in about 80. Strawberry cake makes a much-loved cookie.
Sit on the curb. Draw on a cardboard sign - Veteran, please halp.
But in all seriousness, that's pretty sweet that you're on the SWAT Team. Appreciate your willingness to work in that field man, tough gig. Hope the car repairs come cheaper than they quoted (although they never do...) or you win the lottery. Or both.
Funny.
Raging at 12 hour shifts when I'm constantly doing things like... calling the morons at dispatching and telling them they are stupid, only to get a call 5 minutes later whining how we're doing something backwards and I have to inform them, again, that THEY are the ones that made it backwards, and I am not responsible for the consequences of their actions. Like take a crew from my terminal and cab them an hour north, just to take a crew from the terminal MY crew just cabbed to and cab those guys down here. Because it wouldn't have made any damn sense at all to have my guys take the train out of here and those guys take the train out of there. None at all. Why in the unicorn would anyone operate anything like that, we need job security for the van company.
Or like when I say, "Hey, taking this crew without talking to me was not cool. Whatever dumb plan your created in your head with this awesome little move I promise you is going to fall apart in about four hours when you realize that by destroying my plans you have made it impossible for me to accomodate you."
Or better yet, trying to put 3 trains into the siding north of here before I can get the one stupid-monster train out of my yard so I, oh I don't know, have room to yard one of those 3? As it just so happens, trains obey something called the Demarcus exclusion principle, which is kind of like the Pauli exclusion principle except it is for trains instead of fermions and tracks instead of quantum states. No trains can occupy the same track at the same time. I know that is some pretty advanced stuff right there, but you are technically speaking your position is higher than mine in pretty much everything except hours works, because your 8 hours a day are pretty cush.
Sub-rage, 13 and 14 hour days suck. Longer than that sucks even more. Ugh. Overnights are crap.
I also came to the realization that if I file a complaint against my chain of command with the ethics department, my boss will likely lose his job as the so-called "fall guy." Scapegoat would be another label. They would say that although the big boss of the service unit was telling him directly to break the rules, he 'should have known better and reported the violation himself.' Because that's how this stupid place works. Nevermind that if he does that, he's not getting promoted again. Ever. Nevermind that if he doesn't do that, and I report it, he doesn't work here again. Ever. And if it just goes without being reported, well... who cares, Demarcus is just some guy that we've totally used as a scapegoat before for that thing last summer, and he should have kept working with that PTSD thing. Next time maybe he'll think about keeping things to himself and stop making up fake mental illnesses that don't actually exist.
While I'm at it, I am straight up pissed off at the stigmas and misconceptions about mental illness this effing country has. Apparently if I have one, I'm 1) making up something that doesn't exist anyways, 2) is all in my head and is part of the job so I had better learn to just deal with it, 3) makes me a high risk to go postal or something, 4) since it is a -mental- illness, there is nothing physical at all about it, 5) have something terribly wrong with me that makes me a terrible person and nobody should associate with me, because it might be contagous! I'm sure I'm missing a bunch more, but I think you get the gist. It's all at the same time. And they have the audacity to call *me* the crazy one! Right. Make up your damn minds so we can work on resolving that so we can systematically educate you without being all erratic and inefficient.
You know what, while I'm raging, this one is at you Mr. Chief Medical Officer. I'm not sure how a letter from my doctor specifically stating my diagnosis, official documentation of my active perscriptions, and the continous/repeated and still standing offer to get my doctor to answer specific questions that you want about my diagnosis doesn't constitute sufficient medical evidence to support my claim. Where in the unicorn did you get your MD? A box of Frosted Flakes? Or was it a bag of Marshmallow Mateys? I think I've seen the valedictorian of your class once or twice -- he's a real peach. Good 'ole Cracker Jack University. A degree in every box! You probably have a hundred! Better get a few more you obtuse bastard.
My ipod charging cable being finicky and not properly working at times.
My complete lack of self confidence and fear in regards to engaging in certain social activities.
Edit: Forgot about the fact that I finally finished up Warehouse 13 and super mad/sad that it ended. Final episode had me tearing up
These four things, alongside a few other smaller things have me in a sour mood, when I've been trying to stay upbeat.
Politics
If you ever need someone to talk to, just hit me up.
I, myself, rage at job searching. Good grief it's hard to find a job these days
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
3 hours of pretty much nonstop staying bent over (don't be dirty) picking peas kills me. I get to follow that up in 3 hours by standing for 8 hrs at work. My body cries at me, it CRIES.
But I got 41$ for those three and a half bushels I gathered during those 3 hours so I won't regret my physical labor. Unless it really does kill me. Ahh family farming. A bit of love about getting to see a bunch of tree frogs though, so cute!
All day, sitting here fidgeting and squirming because my back itches while it recovers from a 'not bad' sun burn.
Just make the itching stopp!! I can take the pain!
Currently on the backs of my knees.