December 29
From my brain
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2011
Me 17:02, 29 December 2011 (EST)
Hell blog, I've missed you. You know how I can tell? I'm in a pissed off mood, so I come here. My life has been entirely too peachy as of late for me to write here, so just the blase quips on Facebook are enough.
I gotta rant now.
I'm just seriously pissed off at life at the moment. Here be da crap that's coming down:
- Have been basically off work form the cafe now for the last three weeks
- You work on campus, it's great cuz there is all this customer traffic. What sucks is when that campus goes on Christmas break and you go from a decent -- although not great -- 30-35 hrs a week, down to two days one week, one day the following and none the week after. Sure, we could afford Christmas...but we're going to be seriously hurting walking into 2012.
- Fine, so I'll spend my time wisely, I say. I'll work on planning ramping up the bread business.
- I mean, Thanksgiving and Christmas orders were good, and I've go the potential to set up a stand at the local doughnut guy's shop (flippin' awesome doughnuts), and that'd be awesome. Still, that means switching from being a Food Operation to being a full-on business (my bosses at the cafe said I can use the shop), so I wanted to get work done.
- No dice. I end up getting sick -- just like Wifey had been -- with a wicked ear infection, and a cough that is resurrecting my memories of pre-Thanksgiving pneumonia (yeah, never did discuss that bit on here then; cursed FB!).
- On top of that, I go to get some mentoring advice and am getting the runaround from a couple companies and now, I've fully wasted all of my three weeks where I've been supposed to get things planned.
- Fine, so I'll spend my time wisely, I say. I'll work on planning ramping up the bread business.
- You work on campus, it's great cuz there is all this customer traffic. What sucks is when that campus goes on Christmas break and you go from a decent -- although not great -- 30-35 hrs a week, down to two days one week, one day the following and none the week after. Sure, we could afford Christmas...but we're going to be seriously hurting walking into 2012.
- While we didn't necessarily have the money, I had planned an outing with Roxy today, but she got the nasty bug herself, and said she tried to rest up yesterday, but no dice...she cancelled on me.
- Also, Wifey's van has gone to hell.
- First, we took it in because ---- holy crap, I can't even remember what the original problem was! ---- but while they were working on that, they found crazy serious issues with the front end of the car. Things like the axle was about to break and stuff, nothing too serious (!). As they do that, we find that one of the tires is so bad that it's about near ready to explode. So, the garage fixes the one thing (MIL and FIL cover the cost), we take it to get new tires on it (MIL and FIL cover the cost), and then get the alignment done (MIL and FIL cover the cost...seeing a pattern?).
- In driving it through all that, I hear this crazy popping sound that's all kinds of new. The garage has taken the last two days to try and find what the hell that is -- including tearing out the one axle and putting in another -- and find that the "rattling" noise we've complained about for years is, but still can't pin down this new thing. Meanwhile, they still aren't sure what the cost of all this is yet because they've been crazy busy and haven't written up a work order.
After that last phone call...I lost it a bit. I got angry. Like old-school, low-testosterone times <font color="green"angry</font>. I vented to Wifey a bit on the phone, and the helped, but still ended up coming down here to write this stuff out.
And this, is why I can just stop paying for this space. FB would explode if I tried writing all this there...
2008
Me 11:03, 29 December 2008 (EST)
And thus today the Death Machine shall be no more. Just got a call back from the garage I dropped it off with on Friday evening. Shoe, pad, rotor, caliper: $505. The other three brakes look fine (40 point inspection yada-yada), and then there just needs to be an oil change too. (For that, I'll go to Valvoline.)
That $505 is a big chunk of change for us, but at least I won't be stressed out every morning driving to work at 70+ miles an hour with barely any brakes.
2006
Me 22:35, 29 December 2006 (EST)
I keep running into the same reaction from people at least once a week. "Hey, you okay?" Something about me, my disposition, my expressions, the general look in my eye is making people think I'm a bit off. So, I gotta ask myself: is it pride that's been putting me into the mood I've been in lately?
We spent the last three days in Cleveland with the in-laws, Wifey and the kids. We stayed at a very nice hotel...all on the in-laws bill. Most of the time we bounced around to friends and relatives for other meals (or the comp breakfast at the hotel). They bought lunch on Wednesday, the hotel was on them...and I'm getting far too used to that situation.
The visits were nice, and it was quasi-relaxing (save for TheBoy getting a cold and not exactly sleeping well in the hotel room), but we come home after all that to find Ford Credit (once again) leaving messages. So, i go downstairs to pay them. Post-$500 payment (which includes late fees), we now have $350 and change to cover us until next week Friday, with few groceries in the house, and Wifey is upstairs living up to our promise to the kids to order pizza for dinner.
My head melts back into pre-vacation despair. I re-churn the thoughts of [[December_11#2006|Wifey's high potentiality of losing her job) and all the other things that have been passing through my head in recent weeks. Feelings of failure as a father an income maker. Inadequacy in my career, you name it. It's no wonder I lash our at Wifey and the kids when the dinner discussion turns toward a Wally-World run tomorrow and I demand that no hot pretzels or Icee's be purchased for at least the next month.
After the kids are put to bed, Wifey brings up the fact that I went a little over the top. She tries to convince me that we're going to be okay, because she knows that I don't have that level of optimism. I'm too far gone for it. She tries to use my tactic of playing the humor angle and making jokes about government food. I tell her straight out, It's not really that tasty. I've tried it.
I had a good outlook for myself as I left home to go to school. I was going to make something of myself. Going to get a good career, and even to help take care of my parents someday. Give back to them what they did for me. I was not going to ever have my kids ever have to wait in the car while I was inside the government co-op getting the gubment cheese that taste like plastic -- cooked or cold. I'm facing that possiblity right now.
We're barely making it these days. I'm looking for a third apostle these days because Peter and Paul are both pissed because I'm robbing from both of them some months. Being online -- both this blog and WoW -- are usually my only sanity breaks, and I may have to ditch both of them. If we lose the money that Wifey brings in in addition to being that strapped...I'm not sure how well I'm gonna hold up.
Me 23:03, 29 December 2006 (EST)
I wait through a 258 queue, and then I still don't wanna play? I must be in a bad mood.
Or I'm just tired. Good night.
