This blog entry is a rant--if you don't like it, suck it.

As you can see, I've been MIA. I had a nice badly needed vacation with the family Up North. Yes, I said "Up North" in caps because that is what Minnesotans say. We camped in my Grandparents' yard, resisted all attempts to have a political conversation, didn't argue too much, and played cards. If I hadn't worked 30 hrs, it would have been perfect. Typically Midwestern. The only thing we missed was a Twins game.

We returned home and a week later found out our dog, Rosa (see her above at Ramsey Falls), had advanced stage lymphoma. She lasted 2 days. Many tears later, we have a puppy--Meet Popcorn aka Poppy and PopPop.


We have just set the stage for my rant. I work A LOT. I hired a dog walker to come over 3 days/week to let her out to do her business. She has kids and a dog--fantastic, good for socialization. I am easy-going--nice even. IRL. Shut up, I know it's hard to believe, but it is true. I tell her, don't sweat the kids playing with the toys. As long as they are put away when you leave, I don't care.

She has been by 4 times so far. One of them was an emergency call on Tuesday because the sky was falling (as usual) at work. Three of those days I came home to toys all over the floor in playroom and/or the boy's room. Seriously? Pictured below is Friday's mess. This is the latest and worst of them. Isn't it great? Exactly what I look forward to when I come home from a shitty day at the office.


I picked them up and found that the some of the Transformers are in pieces, in this case fixable pieces, but pieces nonetheless, playsets which have many small parts have been dumped randomly in the toy box with baby dino broken, and right now I am just pissed. Of course I'll be calling her to tell either the toys are off limits or they are treated with care and put away, but, really? I really need to have this conversation with someone?

Now on to today, aka Rant #2. Big 5 Consulting, you are a bunch of whiny-ass babies who create work effort to stay employed. You do not need a fucking status every 30 minutes throughout the night and weekend when your next pick up window is Monday at 5am. When you are told we will make the next window, you do not need an ETA at 10:30pm on Friday night, or 10AM Saturday, or Noon on Saturday, or 2pm on Saturday...fuck that shit. Your last pickup for the weekend was Friday at 5pm Central Time. I know this because you told me. It makes no damn difference if I send it Friday at 5:01PM Central or Monday at 4:59AM. You bastards are reincarnated cockroaches with a base instinct to plague those you have a small amount of control over. Get over yourselves or go whine to your mommy. My 5 year-old has more common courtesy than you do.

You might note from above that I now have to work through the weekend (again.) to get my normal job done AND be on call because the whiny-ass babies need instant responses--and really, they escalate everything to management, so I'm not sure why we bother.

I bet you're glad you stopped in to read, right?

Today's recommendation: Do not enter the IT field unless you enjoy whiny-ass bastards.

That pretty much wraps up this shitty mess for today. See you next time.