Showing posts with label am disappoint. Show all posts
Showing posts with label am disappoint. Show all posts

4/25/14

4 years ago that would've been a big "hell yes."

Got an offer for another job today, with a starting salary a few bucks below what I'm already earning now.  Add in that vacation started at two weeks and I wouldn't be getting the occasional stipend for teaching and that is a disappointing offer.

Oh well, still an ego boost to get one.  But I've convinced myself that as unhappy as I am currently, I'm not just jumping to the first branch that becomes available if it's not the right one.  I can wait another few weeks for more interesting interviews to pan out.  This one took 2.5 months start to finish, might end up with great timing if any of these other recent ones pan out with other offers.

Current beer-scale: 9.1 & beer's in the fridge!

6/24/13

I hate this part

I have a gap in my bike stable and it's driving me crazy.  Worse, I have a reimbursement check from our insurance company for a sizable amount burning a whole in my pocket, and for the life of me I can't get any help when I walk into a bike shop.

Even if I did, there's no guarantee I'd buy from your shop, but if I have to walk in with a sign around my neck declaring "I'm looking to spend around $2K" then fuck you.

Two more possible shop visits this week, and if they don't go well I might just be waiting until the fall at this point.

Current beer-scale: 8.4

4/30/12

whelp, that backfired

Skyped with the wife from the office for the first time since the baby just now.  It was cool to have her pan around and show me him sleeping and the dog outside, but now I want to be home even more desperately than normal.  Parenthood has kind of sucked so far.

Current beer-scale: 8.7

4/24/12

Not liking where this is going

I didn't have high expectations regarding the speed at which Trek would have a decision and (hopefully) a replacement frame for the Pilot, but I was hoping that after a month I would have at least heard something by now.  Turns out, On the Route lost the original receipt that I dropped off, and now Trek is asking for it.  Awesome.

What I'm pissed about is I wouldn't have heard anything if I hadn't come in to follow up.  OTR and their dopey new manager Jake called me back to tell me Trek was asking for the paperwork, to which I responded "Oh, the paperwork I gave you so you'd ship the bike in the first place?"

Not a good sign.

So we'll see if the frame ever gets replaced and if I ever go back to OTR.  Not looking real good at this point.  At least I had the Raleigh as a back-up.

Current beer-scale (if I ever had time to actually fucking drink): 8.7

3/25/12

quit being a baby.

Never a good sign when your bike mechanic uses phrases like "terrible looking" and "end of the world" when he's taking a look at your ride. At least he said I seemed to be taking things well.

Let's hope Trek is able to live up the their lifetime frame warranty. And I'll try not to whine too much about how much a whooping cough vaccine ends up hurting (turns out, it's a lot).

Current beer-scale: 7.5

12/13/11

ow

So I don't think I'll be riding in the near future, thanks to a hellacious fall snowboarding on our ski trip. Nothing broken, but the pain when I go from a seated to standing position is enough to make me wish I had spent the weekend in the hot tub instead on on the hill.

It definitely made the six+ hour drive that much more unpleasant, and the idea of taking the train when it's in the 40's is driving me crazy. We'll see how long it takes to feel human again.
At least the dogs had fun. They picked up some great begging skills from each other.

current beer-scale: 8.9

6/16/11

BTWW

At least I have a job to bike to this year.

It's been wet out this week so the phone/camera have stayed in the bag for the most part, but there have been some pleasantly interesting commutes. I stayed late last night and rode home with the path practically to myself in a light rain. Earlier in the week I saw lighting strikes in the middle of the pouring rain, which always makes me laugh for whatever reason. I guess I associate the idea of getting hit by lightning with "The Great Outdoors" enough to think it's hilarious. And this morning I passed one of the commuter pit stops.

Picked up a bottle at the Fullerton pit stop, which caught me by surprise b/c I expected it to be at North Ave. Not to look down my nose at freebies, but this would have come in a little more handy last week when it was 90+ degrees. Plus, I was starving this morning and hoping there was at least a cliff bar in there, but it was only paper.

At least there would be cookies left over from last night's open house that I had to stay late for right? Nope. Now that's a disappointment.

Current beer-scale: 5.5

4/13/11

So that commute sucked.

That's me walking frankenbike home down Fullerton last night. Almost fell off the bike as soon as I pushed off the curb leaving work when the free wheel spun free. Got a dirty look from the douche who almost ran into me from behind when I slowed down to not run over an old man and his dog crossing the path (did the guy not know what I meant by "watch out for the dog?"). Finally ended up walking the last few blocks when the free wheel seemed to completely crap out. Woof.

Even better, I got to spend most of that walk getting shadowed by the preaching van going "Blues Brothers" on me. Well, not just me, thankfully, but I listened to about all I could stand. At least the walk gave me time to call dutch bike and schedule a tune up for many, many weeks from now. The worst part is if you can't read them, some of the preacher's posterboards actually made sense. All in all the perfect capper to a crappy afternoon.

So the good bike is coming out tomorrow and staying out for a while. Whatevs. At least I'll be able to catch up to the next lycra freak who runs over a dog.

Current beer-scale: 8.6

3/16/11

New u-lock time too

So I guess winter finally killed my piece of crap Master lock. It took forever to get the damn thing open last night, and once I did and rode home I couldn't get it back open to check it out. So yeah, time to spend more money. Fucking wonderful.

Current beer-scale: 8.8

2/9/11

More arctic air just hit the city and drove temps below zero. I'm staying late at work tonite for an open house and have taken the train for my last two days' worth of commutes. We put a list-price bid on a short-sale only to hear back that the seller had just signed off on a bid that was $15K less than our offer. It's been a shitty couple of days.

Thankfully, I bought more rye on my way home last night and immediately took a shot once I was inside. Took another one after hearing about the short-sale, took a nyquil & went to bed. Can't wait to do the same tonite after figuring out what to do for dinner.

Current beer-scale: 6.1

2/7/11

Ugh.

What was I rooting for last night?

Overtime and Aaron Rodgers getting concussed. OT b/c Papa Johns was giving away free large pizzas to everyone signed up for their rewards program if the game went into extra time, and the concussion b/c I'm a poor sport and can't stand Green Bay.

Oh well. You can't win 'em all.

At least I won traffic this morning; left late, still made it in by 8:20. Even with fresh snow out, not too shabby.

Current beer-scale: 2.1

1/28/11

kissing it goodbye

The wife and I had to walk away from buying our first home this week. There was too much of a gap between what we thought the place was worth and what the sellers would accept as their lowest asking price, so we had to say no. Which sucks, b/c the place was in a neighborhood we liked and had a lot going for it. There was an attached garage and it was even a duplex and had a great room on the ground floor that would have made a perfect football cave/treadmill/trainer room. I was already bookmarking vertical bike hooks to put in the garage.

So why walk away? Even though the sellers did drop their asking price significantly and into the middle of our price range, they were still asking for more than what similar places in a one-mile radius had been selling for. Their original asking price was way out of line with the market, and even though that price dropped, it was still more than the market was dictating. We had a final upper range in mind and couldn't even get them close to it.

It's a bummer but ultimately for the best. We weren't dealing with the anxiety of waiting to hear back from the sellers very well. They took so long getting back to us on our final offer that we went from hoping they would accept, to doubting they'd accept, to thinking even if they did accept we should drop our offer an extra couple of thousand just to give them the finger. When they came back after three days of not getting back to us with the same response, it was time to look elsewhere.

So we're back out into the market this weekend. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but even more than that I'm looking forward to a large pour of Templetons when this week is finally over.

Current beer-scale: 8.2

1/24/11

ugh

Yeah, that felt much longer than just Sat & Sun.

Surprisingly the car passed an emission test Sat morning, so we can get a new license sticker and keep it around for another year. And that one errand basically took care of our to-do list for the weekend. So I was free to take a trainer ride and workout and do whatever else I wanted to fill the time waiting for Sunday's 2 PM kickoff. For all the good that did.

A crappy Bears loss makes for a long weekend, but so does waiting to hear back from a seller on your offer for their condo property. We low-balled, got a counter, made another, and are still waiting for a response. I'm not optimistic, but one way or the other I'll be glad when the waiting is over. Even if it just means we're back to looking vs packing.

Ugh. The fact that it was the Packers and the playoffs has turned today to complete shit. So it's back to looking busy this morning as I don't really have the energy to get real work done. Or to think of something that qualifies as real work.

Current beer-scale: 2.3 too depressed to be higher

1/12/11


Long day at work? Realtor deflate your hopes at getting an affordable offer approved? Tired of darkness and winter?

Crack a Guinness and forget it. Works every time.

Current beer-scale: 9.0

12/8/10

One of the drawbacks to bike commuting I've found is that over time I've become more and more anti-social. The wife makes fun of me for tending agoraphobically but that's not quite it. I just prefer being able to control when I leave, how fast I go, and not be physically confined in an uncomfortable position for long periods of time. Of course, riding can be uncomfortable sometimes and I got used to that, so there is an argument I could re-acclimate to the train or bus.

But I had a mid-afternoon meeting today up north, and instead of riding there and calling it a day I took the shuttle from and back to my office. I used to ride the shuttle a lot when I lived up north and had class or worked downtown, but it's been about five years since then. More, actually. And a lot's changed.

The convenience of having a phone that can play mp3's, games, and video is not lost on me. I spent the trip back playing angry birds and listening to the white stripes. But that was while engulfed in a cloud of axe body spray positively wafting off the undergrads on the shuttle. I wish my phone had an incense app.

But the shuttle was the right move, b/c the look I got at the lake path was awfully icy. Back in school sometimes I was so busy that the shuttle going on LSD was the closest I got to a beach trip and today reminded me about that. But in weather this cold I think it's wise to stay away from the lake unless we're at the dog beach.


Current beer-scale: 5.9

11/23/10

Today put me over 900 miles since July

But who gives a shit b/c it was 35 degrees colder over a 24-hour period. Damn.

I need a smaller cog so I'm not hopelessly spinning to try and keep a decent pace. Although I might feel differently when the weather really changes. Guess I'll have to wait and see.

There's a new ND story in the paper that makes me sick to my stomach. Add that to my sinuses punching me in the brain today and having a few days off soon is starting to sound really great. I am disappoint.

Current beer-scale: 9.4 & Tuesdays suck