Random Rants XXVII: The Rent Is Too Damn High!
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Cheezy the Wiz
Socialist In A Hurry
My life categorically sucks right now.
In no particular order, save the chronology in which I thought of them:
My analytical score on this round of the GRE was crap. 4.5. Not getting into Chapel Hill with that score. They might have me dispute whether a crayon is green-yellow or yellow-green with a six year old to prove that I got such a fantastic score as that. Especially when I got a 5.5 (96% percentile) last time.
I may have financially screwed myself [again]. Bought 2 cords of firewood to get me through the winter. Well it turns out that the fireplace will only heat the room that its in, and nothing else. So I have to use the oil furnace. The landlord informed me that because he gave it to me full, I must return it full. I am told it will probably last me the winter. And that it costs $700 to refill. So I have the thermostat set on 50 F to keep the pipes from freezing and to use as little oil as humanly possible.
But I live alone, so the only time the fire place is going is when I'm there and awake to tend it. Which means my house is cold all the time and its using more oil because I'm not there to tend said fire. Work shifts tend to be around 9 hours or so, so I'm burning more oil to heat a house that I'm not in than when I am in it. Not going to boost your savings that way.
To deal with the above, I have moved my bed and computer into the living room where the fire is, which means my two story house has effectively become a studio apartment.
On the topic of work, I failed to get the promotion I was told 9 months ago would only take a month to go through. What happened? We got a new district manager (corporate director, for those who know the lingo) who is new to the company, spent months just getting to know the basics of the company, and has zero sense of urgency. The former director, the one who was moving me along, had had my name in his little black book for years, waiting for the opportunity to promote me. He told my boss by name to ready me for it. Two weeks into the process, his district gets split and the aforementioned new guy moves in. Everything grinds to a halt. For months I continue to shift lead, effectively performing all the duties and responsibilities of a manager, for $10k less a year than I should be getting. The girl who was going through the same process with me got a similar shafting, but she eventually got moved on and is now the kitchen manager at a nearby store. I could have gone there, but I insisted on staying at this one because I've been here fore five years and know every aspect of this restaurant.
So you would think that after she got promoted (after 7 months, when we began together with the same schedule) I would be next in line, right? Wrong. Who got the fourth management slot at our store? Not me, not the fellow with five years of experience at the store, with 9 months of shift leading there. Not me, who knows half the guests by name, who gets flagged down on the street by them, who knows by heart all the statistics and information about our store, the history, the tradition, every truck driver and distributor, the one with the local contacts, the troubleshooting experience, who knows the personal lives of his whole staff because he was there for it, who spent months and years earning their trust and respect, and can tell what most of them are thinking just by the tone in their voice or the nature of their stride, the one who spent years perfecting every single position one can hold in that store. No, it turns out this new corporate guy 1. talks out of both sides of his mouth and 2. thinks with his pants. He promoted the cute 28 year old blonde with the nice ass who's been at our store for...a whole three months. She's only ever served and bar-tended, and with limited shift leading experience. The one I taught to shift lead.
So I am officially "off the radar," as my manager said. He's pissed, very obviously. I don't need to say how incredibly angry I am. Now I have returned to cooking, its like being fed sirloin steaks for a year and then having to go back to grizzle and fat.
Not going to pull up your bootstraps that way.
The situation with grad school is lose-lose. If I get in, I get to spend at least another year living at least 100 miles from my girlfriend 95% of the time, but this time it would really be much further since there is no high speed rail between Washington and North Carolina. I'm not sure if I can take that, two years has been hard enough. We can live together near DC if I don't get in, but then, well, I don't get into grad school for another year! And I get to spend another year scraping together a living, this time in a city (I hate hate hate the city, only thing I hate more than the city is the suburbs. Grew up across the street from a tobacco farm, in a town that was too big for me when it hit 5,000).
A girl at work decided to stick her nose into someone elses [my] business, heard a single statement out of context, and called my boss to report me for sexually harassing another employee. Aforementioned corporate dude wants to fire me, but my boss stuck up for me. But now he, and a bunch of the staff who heard it through the grapevine, think I'm some sort of ass-grabbing nymphomaniacal lunatic, when the fact is that the whole thing is a farce; the girl I was supposedly "harassing" is one of my best friends who was most definitely not offended by anything I said or did, I know because I asked her and she explained to me what had happened ( I was just told that I had a complaint against me, not the details).
So in summary, I am cold, poor, miserable, lonely, isolated, and without prospects.
In no particular order, save the chronology in which I thought of them:
My analytical score on this round of the GRE was crap. 4.5. Not getting into Chapel Hill with that score. They might have me dispute whether a crayon is green-yellow or yellow-green with a six year old to prove that I got such a fantastic score as that. Especially when I got a 5.5 (96% percentile) last time.
I may have financially screwed myself [again]. Bought 2 cords of firewood to get me through the winter. Well it turns out that the fireplace will only heat the room that its in, and nothing else. So I have to use the oil furnace. The landlord informed me that because he gave it to me full, I must return it full. I am told it will probably last me the winter. And that it costs $700 to refill. So I have the thermostat set on 50 F to keep the pipes from freezing and to use as little oil as humanly possible.
But I live alone, so the only time the fire place is going is when I'm there and awake to tend it. Which means my house is cold all the time and its using more oil because I'm not there to tend said fire. Work shifts tend to be around 9 hours or so, so I'm burning more oil to heat a house that I'm not in than when I am in it. Not going to boost your savings that way.
To deal with the above, I have moved my bed and computer into the living room where the fire is, which means my two story house has effectively become a studio apartment.
On the topic of work, I failed to get the promotion I was told 9 months ago would only take a month to go through. What happened? We got a new district manager (corporate director, for those who know the lingo) who is new to the company, spent months just getting to know the basics of the company, and has zero sense of urgency. The former director, the one who was moving me along, had had my name in his little black book for years, waiting for the opportunity to promote me. He told my boss by name to ready me for it. Two weeks into the process, his district gets split and the aforementioned new guy moves in. Everything grinds to a halt. For months I continue to shift lead, effectively performing all the duties and responsibilities of a manager, for $10k less a year than I should be getting. The girl who was going through the same process with me got a similar shafting, but she eventually got moved on and is now the kitchen manager at a nearby store. I could have gone there, but I insisted on staying at this one because I've been here fore five years and know every aspect of this restaurant.
So you would think that after she got promoted (after 7 months, when we began together with the same schedule) I would be next in line, right? Wrong. Who got the fourth management slot at our store? Not me, not the fellow with five years of experience at the store, with 9 months of shift leading there. Not me, who knows half the guests by name, who gets flagged down on the street by them, who knows by heart all the statistics and information about our store, the history, the tradition, every truck driver and distributor, the one with the local contacts, the troubleshooting experience, who knows the personal lives of his whole staff because he was there for it, who spent months and years earning their trust and respect, and can tell what most of them are thinking just by the tone in their voice or the nature of their stride, the one who spent years perfecting every single position one can hold in that store. No, it turns out this new corporate guy 1. talks out of both sides of his mouth and 2. thinks with his pants. He promoted the cute 28 year old blonde with the nice ass who's been at our store for...a whole three months. She's only ever served and bar-tended, and with limited shift leading experience. The one I taught to shift lead.
So I am officially "off the radar," as my manager said. He's pissed, very obviously. I don't need to say how incredibly angry I am. Now I have returned to cooking, its like being fed sirloin steaks for a year and then having to go back to grizzle and fat.
Not going to pull up your bootstraps that way.
The situation with grad school is lose-lose. If I get in, I get to spend at least another year living at least 100 miles from my girlfriend 95% of the time, but this time it would really be much further since there is no high speed rail between Washington and North Carolina. I'm not sure if I can take that, two years has been hard enough. We can live together near DC if I don't get in, but then, well, I don't get into grad school for another year! And I get to spend another year scraping together a living, this time in a city (I hate hate hate the city, only thing I hate more than the city is the suburbs. Grew up across the street from a tobacco farm, in a town that was too big for me when it hit 5,000).
A girl at work decided to stick her nose into someone elses [my] business, heard a single statement out of context, and called my boss to report me for sexually harassing another employee. Aforementioned corporate dude wants to fire me, but my boss stuck up for me. But now he, and a bunch of the staff who heard it through the grapevine, think I'm some sort of ass-grabbing nymphomaniacal lunatic, when the fact is that the whole thing is a farce; the girl I was supposedly "harassing" is one of my best friends who was most definitely not offended by anything I said or did, I know because I asked her and she explained to me what had happened ( I was just told that I had a complaint against me, not the details).
So in summary, I am cold, poor, miserable, lonely, isolated, and without prospects.
classical_hero
In whom I trust
VB code fail. It is pretty easy to do. You just have to read the way how the codes work. I will not show you how t do it since you can do it by just looking here. http://forums.civfanatics.com/misc.php?do=bbcode#thread or Here. See how simple it is to do that?
My rant is that you waited so long to get this up so I had something to say while you waited, but now I have forgotten what I was going to say.
Also Australia is doing terrible at cricket.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Christ man, if you hate the city move to Alaska. I know it's going to be my retirement getaway.
madviking
north american scum
My calc class insists on using pounds as the unit of force. ![[pissed]](/images/smilies/pissed.gif "Pissed [pissed]")
My calc class insists on using pounds as the unit of force.
That gotta suck.
Ziggy, you're one of my favorite posters here so I really wish things get better for you. Hang in there.
That gotta suck.
So much your favorite that you don't remember his name.
you don't need to link to friggin tvtropes every time you say something that's in there
believe it or not, people say "what" in real life without providing a goddamn internet link and people understand what they mean
(Ziggy, you're one of my favorite too!)
madviking
north american scum
Yes. It does. I took me 10 minutes to figure out why my answer was "wrong."
Spoiler :
Shylock
Hey smiling strange
Asked a girl out yesterday via text (no choice she wouldn't pick up) and she hasn't responded. This would have been our third meetup.
I guess I saw this coming and it was always a long shot. I've liked her for 5 years and made a (clumsy) move on her back then but I thought I had some momentum going.
Still kind of bummed out about it. I'm glad it is all over though.
I guess I saw this coming and it was always a long shot. I've liked her for 5 years and made a (clumsy) move on her back then but I thought I had some momentum going.
Still kind of bummed out about it. I'm glad it is all over though.
I know, but this way I get to make you waste time on TVTropes for a few hours. It's like Rick Rolling, but more time consuming.
Kennigit
proud 2 boxer
I think I wrote about this long ago, but when I took APUSH I had the natural inclination to pronounce it as "AP USH", as in "A-P Yoosh".
Everyone else called it "A Push" or "AP US". I think it's so much more fun to call it AP Yoosh, but everyone chastised me for it.
Everyone else called it "A Push" or "AP US". I think it's so much more fun to call it AP Yoosh, but everyone chastised me for it.
you're not even good at that, because I didn't click the damn link in the first placeI know, but this way I get to make you waste time on TVTropes for a few hours. It's like Rick Rolling, but more time consuming.
My rant is that you waited so long to get this up so I had something to say while you waited, but now I have forgotten what I was going to say.
Please allow me to exercise my constitutional right as a Pom to laugh at Australia's cricketing performance.
classical_hero
In whom I trust
Can I return the favour?
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