The Rant Thread

[Finey_McFine]

I hate paying a lot of money for something and then having it not work. More specifically, my pool vac. God Damn Polaris! They pretty much have the market cornered, so other choices are fairly limited. I'm on my 3rd Polaris pool vacuum in 8 years. That might not seem like much, but considering they run $600+, I'm nearing $2000 just for the actual piece of equipment. Not to mention parts and service that there's just no getting around.

These things are NOT built to last and after a year end up in the shop. It seriously fucking pisses me off. I'm battling with mine right now. I just spent an entire afternoon fixing the hose and replacing a couple other parts and it STILL won't work properly! It either stops at the steps and won't reverse or runs in a continuous circle. Grrr! Which means that I now have to vacuum manually. It wouldn't be such a big deal if the pool was covered, but it's not and needs daily cleaning. Which I don't have time for, hence the Polaris! Piece of shit.

[Rachel]

I'm tired of the owner of the store I run always on my ass about something. I'm running 90% of the business, and he tells me things as if I stand around and do nothing all day. First of all, I'm working an entire 9 hour shift with out any kind of break at all. I don't stop during most of my shifts and I hardly sit down anytime during the week. Now, between waiting on customers, keeping the store stocked and cleaned, making grocery orders, liquor orders, taking inventory, doing end of shift duties, doing what my other employees didn't do, paperwork, counting money, cleaning shelves, and what ever deed needs to be done otherwise (I could go on for pages) I MIGHT get to sit for 10 minutes while i shove a sandwich in my face. So it really pisses me off when he comes into the store for 20-30 minutes and starts doing things I haven't got to yet and tells me about how i need to keep on top of stuff. He doesn't care about what I've already done, just that I haven't got to whatever menial task he's deemed most important thing of the day, and if that happens to be done tomorrow when he comes in, it's not as important as this other thing that didn't get done. Dude! Just pick up your cash and leave me to my sub-par paying, ass kicking job.

[Ariel]

Rachel, I've been there! One of my first jobs - janitor at McDonald's! So I show up on time and kick it and do so well they give me a retroactive raise going back three months. Great, huh? Then they keep loading work on until I finally start failing. I quit after a while because I used to like succeeding and was rewarded for it then they set me up to fail and I HATE failing! Hang in there, at least you know what you do and see your true worth! Too bad idiot-on-acid doesn't have the same skill!

My own personal rant: Parents who talk to their children in nasty, angry, damaging ways!
I'm at the BART (public transit/subway/Tube) and this woman is talking to her kid saying things like, "You're stupid! You've always been stupid and you'll always be stupid! You're worthless! You never do anything right!" God, I was cringing inside and furious. I hated myself for not saying anything but I was afraid of 1) having the nut parent go off on me and 2) having their anger later get taken out on the kid. Now I realize I should have tried something gentler maybe, tried to defuse the anger without judgment. Anyway, thanks for listening! I am at least grateful that I have not talked to my son that way!

Ariel
How I Met Your Mother

[Rachel]

Ariel - That's the worst thing ever. I have friends in their 20's whos parents were like that and have terrible self esteem issues. I think it's the worst thing ever to call your kid stupid and worthless. That truly breaks my heart that a parent can't see how much that kid will grow up to actually think they're stupid and worthless. No one should ever be treated like that.

[JustSkipIt]

I'm going to try to make this reasonably short. My wife is depressed and inactive and overweight. She says she's overweight (she says 50 pounds). She says she's fat and gross too. So it turns out ... and I sort of found out today that she blames me partially. She says that for me to suggest that she could take the kids out for walks or balance bike rides is a monumental sign that I don't understand. She believes that it's only "exercise" if she raises her HR etc. Seriously, for a woman who is mostly inactive, she doesn't believe that she can just go out 10 or 15 minutes at a time and move her body. She doesn't want to work out early like me because she doesn't want to miss out on sleep. I said today that she could alternate days with me because I don't leave for work until 6:50 but she said she doesn't know. I made the same suggestion a year ago but now she says that she's never heard it. she doesn't want to exercise in the evening because she's too tired. She doesn't want to get a treadmill or exercise bike and do something at the house while home with the kids because it's boring and she doesn't want to exercise on the weekends because she doesn't want to take time away from the kids.

Well you know the fuck what?

You probably won't lose that 50 pounds then! Seriously/ She is pissed at me when I workout and is barely supportive of my efforts but she believes it's my fault she doesn't exercise and that I just don't understand.

[Finey_McFine]

This is a long rant, but bare with me, because I guarantee...the story will keep you riveted, lol.

A friend of mine's boyfriend is blatantly lying to her. I mean straight up, big fat hairy lie and yet she still worships the ground he walks on. is that all about? Just so you all know...I have confronted her many times and she won't listen. I even talked to her father, sister, brother, etc. So, I feel like I've done my part in diverting the coming disaster.

So here's the situation...

Last year her told her he wanted to buy her a new car, a BMW X5 to be exact. He told her that she was 'too good' to be driving her crappy old Malibu. So, he special ordered it for $107,000 and told her that he paid cash. This was in mid November, supposedly it was to arrive January 3rd. The 1st week of December...his car gets reposed. Hello...alert! Alert! Red flag! He told her that his financial planner/money manager didn't make the payments and stole a bunch of money from him.

Now I'm really suspicious, so I asked, "Did you see any proof of this happening or if the planner even exists?" She got pissed at me. Then they went to Vegas and he told her that he was taking $10,000 in cash. By the end of the trip he told her that he gambled it away. I asked again, "Did you actually see this money?" She got pissed at me.

Finally January rolls around. The first week passes and no car. "Oh, it's not in yet, you know special order and all." 2 weeks pass, 3,4,5, etc. He tells her that the car came in and he went to test drive it and it wasn't right, that the dealer is going to fix it. A few more weeks go by and he tells her that he has the car and it's in a friends garage. He's "waiting for the right time" to present her with it. Their 1st anniversary comes and goes...no car.

So, here we are 5 months into the year, still no car and they are still sharing the "old crappy Malibu." That's right folks, not only does she not have her beloved BMW but HE doesn't have a car AT ALL! The kicker? He told her today that he want's them to quit their jobs and travel for a year and to do it...HE'S GONNA HAVE TO SELL HER CAR!!!

The worse part is that my wife won the bet!! Damn it! She said that by the end of May he'd come up with an excuse to "sell it" and I said by the end of June. Obviously, there's a lot of backstory here and I cold go on for days. Let's just say that it has all the makings for an Ann Rule true crime novel and not in a good way!

[Rachel]

I really don't get that. When I was in a relationship, I knew every penny of money both my partner and I had coming in the house. I did the bills, everything. So I don't get how someone can just be like "oh, $107,000 BMW? No problem!, a giant wad of cash to Vegas? I've got that!" and she just never see the money. Crazy. It might just be possible he doesn't have a job anymore, hence the urging her to quit hers and go off.

My Rant.

I can't stand customers. Probably a common thing among people in the retail industry, but some quirks irritate me more then others. Like this little tid bit... "$2?? I can go get this at Big chain store/other gas station/somewhere else for $1! " and then continues to make the purchase. I *hate* this, my employees hate this and all it does is make us immediately not so friendly and want to smack you in the face.

A few reasons why the same product is a bit more expensive here.

One. This is one single independently owned convenience store, not part of a chain. Most of my customers know this and even know the owner personally. I wish everyone could work in my store for two weeks and get a reality check/lesson in economics. Buying in bulk is the basic principal here people. "Big Chain Store" is cheaper compared to EVERYONE because they buy millions of products for their stores daily. I buy one single case of that product a week, so i'm sorry you had to spend an arm and a leg to purchase it at your convenience and not stand in a line for 15 minutes.

Two. I do not know the reason why one is compelled to tell this (over and over) to the cashier. As if they are going to immediately go, "Oh! you are correct, I will sell it to you for a dollar." Or that I, as the store manager, can do anything about the price that is given to me based on the contracts that we have. We don't care, it pisses us off because we can't do anything about it and if it's really such a thing, go to that other place and get it! You came here out of, again there is a reason it's called this, convenience.

Three. The biggest factor in 90% of our prices is contracts. This is why a Phillip Morris product is most often times $2-$3 cheaper then an RJ Reynolds product. One we have a contract with, the other we don't. I would explain this to the customer if they really wanted to know why, instead of just yelling at me how ridiculous that is. I'll wait for you to make a decision to buy or not and go on my way. There's nothing I can do about it.

Okay, I'm finished with my economics lesson lol. Take it with a grain of salt or be just a bit more informed. Doesn't matter, my employees and I will still get this irritating gesture every single day.
Ha. That ended up being longer then I anticipated.

[JujuDeRoussie]

Finey_McFine: LoL Now I wanna hear more!

Rachel: I totally understand even though I am not working in a store. When I used to work for my college campus managing computer labs, some student would come and say "that copy center or that private fancy school has better printers!" Good for them. Now you gonna print here or are you gonna spend the money at that copy center? xD



My rant: So my girlfriend's brother (PW) and his girlfriend (O) are here for the weekend. That is not the rant part. He tells us, happily, that he bought a new bicycle. From what I hear it wasn't a cheap one. What pisses me off is that when my girl said, "what about the bike you have here, that you still haven't brought home with you, and that you bought last year? All in carbon blah blah blah? Can we sell it?" "No, I wanna keep it in case..." It is upsetting because after that my girl told him he still owes her thousands of euros, she paid for the bike when it was supposed to be half/half.
What's the Smurf is wrong with those people who keep spending, often other people's money, and not only take it for granted but don't see why at some point we get angry? He's a nice guy, we know he still have debts from his sore and the whole hell it went into, so my girl is patient. Even though she lost all of her savings, and barely makes it every month because there is always something coming up. But dude. No matter how nice he is, when he tells us this kind of things and tells my girl she can't sell his bike he never paid for, never rides... It just pisses me off.

[JustSkipIt]

Finey - When your friend runs out of money and gets dumped by her loser boyfriend, she will realize that that money was the cost to be rid of him. It's sort of like cutting a anchor off if you're drowning. It's sad but it doesn't sound like she will clue in on her own.

My rant: Ok, as a first off, my wife is depressed. I'm not ranting about that. It actually makes me feel more sympathetic toward her. I will admit that my sympathy is wearing off after years of it and years of her not doing much about it. Anyway, she's on this planned stress out thing. She has decided in advance how busy June is and that it's all stressful and that she can't handle it. Some of the things she is stressed about are like... an item on the calendar but not really something hard. You know? Like Ash is going to morning camp from Monday through the end of the month. That's not hard. That's drop him off and pick him up. She can drive the car. She doesn't have to give both kids piggy-back rides to the camp (a few miles away). Anyway, today she's going to a wake in Houston, staying over night, coming back tomorrow. I'm leaving work early to watch the kids and we're staying here. Then Sunday we go get her niece from Waco (meeting her and her parents) to stay with us for a week or so (I have no idea how long. Last year it was 8 days which was too long). Rachel is like totally freaked out about the entire thing. She has done basically no fucking housework since we got home from the farm Tuesday (I drove the entire way, unpacked the bags, did and folded 5 loads of laundry). Now she's freaking about how there is so much cleaning before Phoebe comes (like a 12 year old girl gives a fuck how clean the house is) and that I will just have to do it while she's at the wake. When I made some comment about cleaning before Phoebe comes she tells me that I'm too reactionary and she should be able to freak out without my taking it personally. Here's the fucking thing: If you freak out, that's one thing but freaking out and telling me that I need to clean the kitchen, vacuum, sweep, and clean bathrooms and my then planning those things doesn't mean I'm being reactionary. It means I'm listening. She says I shouldn't listen to her overwhelm but this wasn't just "I feel overwhelmed"; it was "you need to do." I wish she would make up her fucking mind whether she's just overwhelmed in which case I can say "That sounds hard" or if she has a list of chores for me.

Wow, that rant was long and I could go on and on. Sorry.

[BeMyDeputy]

Debra,
That sucks. Since I have bipolar, and it runs in my family, I've got a lot of practice in what Adam and I like to call "dealing with crazy time." if you're looking for advice as well as commiseration, lemmie know.


Okay, so, I'm moving. Moving always sucks. But I'd have to say today was the worst move I've had in a long time. Possibly ever. Where to start. Okay, so, despite having lived in San Diego for two years, Adam and I don't have any local friends. We have plenty of friends in other parts of the country--and world--because most of our socialization is online. This doesn't matter most of the time, because we like socializing online and we don't have a lot of disposable income allocatable to going out and getting a beer or whatever. We never really learned how to make friends outside of a school environment, and mostly that's fine.

Except when you're moving. Moving is one time you could really fucking use friends who will bust their asses moving your shot in exchange for a few beers/some pop (wih two 'p's, as in soda, not a t, as in marijuana)/whatever and some cheap pizza. Now, my cousin lives in San Diego and said he'd help us move. He's a Air Force vet and pretty fucking strong. But the day I have to move he's 7 hours away because his girlfriend has a homeowners association meeting or some crap. So, whatever, we get the truck earlier because they let us get them after 4:00 today.

Now, yesterday I asked Adam before he left work to pick up the money order for the first month's rent some reason they only take money orders and Cashiers checks. but he just says, no I'll get that and the cash for you before work tomorrow. But he didn't actually check to see if the bank would be OPEN before he had to go to work. And guess what, it wasn't. Neither was the post office. Or the part of the grocery store that sells them. So, instead of finishing the last minute crap I should have been doing, I spent all morning dealing with that. Oh, I guess the 7-11 would sell us one, but only for cash. But by the time we could have gotten the cash on gone back, it was easier to just wait for the fucking bank to open.

So I get the truck at 10:30 (after waiting in line for half an hour) and damn it if the truck is too fucking small. I mean, we have a 1 bedroom apartment. We got the truck for a one bedroom. Not nearly enough room. But, it's what i get. So, my cousin and his roommate help me load the truck and we're dine at like, noon. Now, roommate guy can't come back at 4:00 to help then because he has to work. But my cousin doesn't have to leave town until like 6:00. So, he was supposed to help me unload the truck at the new place. But he doesn't pick up when I call or answer my texts. So, I get to the new apartment by myself with the truck. Now, Adam would have taken the day off work, but my cousin said he'd help. So, I get to explain to Adam why he's showing up to a full truck and how there's still a bunch of shit at our old place. Like, say, th heaviest and biggest bookshelf we own that's probably the heaviest single thing we have after the cars. Oh, and two televisions.

So it's 5:30 and Adam shows up and I've barely moved anything at all into the apartment. We snag some dinner, and he starts noticing what isn't in the truck. Now, at this point two things become important: first, that because I am both on break from school and currently have no income, 90% of the packing and 100% of the cleaning have been done by me. Second is that I have a two chronic conditions that make it easier for me to gain weight and arthritis in my knees. I'm way out of shape because I havent taken good enough care of myself and have shitty knees. I've also been working the Past couple of weeks getting everything together for the move. So, anyway, I start to carry shit up the one flight of stairs to our new place, and two trips in my knees inform me that they're done. I still have a full fucking truck plus another half truck of crap to deal with. So I have to ferry stuff from the truck (with no ramp, did I mention it had no fucking ramp?) where Adam carried everything upstairs.

Now, a very nice and very strong neighbor (Dave, who is my new best friend), offered to help us. He could carry by himself, no sweat, things Adam and I struggled with together. We knock the first load out, thanks Dave!, and come to get round two. Adam sees how much stuff is left and is right pissed. We load the truck until my knees let me know that I'm not going to be standing anymore if I keep moving. So, we stop, drive to the new place, and unload the stupidly heavy bookshelf. Dave saves our asses again, and rescues us when we're taking it upstairs.

Tomorrow Adam will finish unloading the truck by himself. I purchased this by trading cleaning the whole rest of the old apartment. I don't think it's an unfair trade, since I was supposed to have done it already. But it does mean that I'm sore, exhausted to the point where standing is a chore (but not sleepy for some inane reason), and I have about 36 hours to clean the ever living shit of our old place. And I'm allergic to dust.

Oh, and I'm busy ruminating on mean shit Adam said that I know he only said because he was tired (I know he gets mean when he's tired). But I'm just so pissed and tired right now I can't block it out. I mean, sure he had to do most of the work unloading the truck (exept, you know, Dave being awesome). But I've taken care of 90+% of everything else. Which is kind a huge fixing deal for me because I'm not a naturally organized person. And I know that I've made mistakes along the way. And I know they're biting him in the ass. But I still did most of the work.

Oh, and he's decided that we own way too much stuff, which we probably do, and that we need to get rid of a bunch of it. But since he's cranky, he talks about it like it's my fault, even though I own almost none of what we own; just about everything is his. So when he wants me to get rid of stuff, it sucks because I am surrounded by stuff that isn't mine already.

Plus, this will almost certainly end in a "this sucked because you're really overweight" lecture: the topic has already come up. I already fucking know how overweight I am. I am already suffering really nasty consequences for it that even though I understand them, they just make me feel like shit, rather than like going and biking or whatever. Plus I'm in the it'll take a year to get to a decent weight category, so it's not like I can just change and be different tomorrow. I get that it's my fault and that it's bad for both of us but making me feel guilty doesn't do any good.

I don't know if that was even English by the end, or at the start, even. But I'm on my iPod and too tired to deal with checking.

And I just want to know about this totally unrelated thing, but I haven't gotten an answer and the not knowing is normally just like, okay, holding pattern, whatever but right now I'm just frustrated.

[JustSkipIt]

Katie - Wow. that's all hard and shitty. And if it's like here I bet it's crazy hot which never helps the moving tired and sore and too much work and crazies and stuff. When my brother's family was moving the last time, he rented a truck then went to the day labor site and paid 2 guys $50 each plus fast-food lunch to pack the truck with him and unload it at the house. It sounded like a bargain to me. Anyway, sorry that your cousin was lame and that Adam was sort of a ... not very nice. That sounds hard.

And thanks for the offer re: crazy-times. At this point, I just keep thinking that I should know that they're coming (like 70% of the time) and just try to account for them. She is going to see a doctor in a few weeks for the first time in 7 years (she did see a midwife for KB's birth) and get her thyroid checked. Maybe this will be the thing... Maybe she can get it balanced and stop the crazies. And... I keep dreaming.

[Finey_McFine]

Katie...Just so you know, if I lived there...I would totally help you move!

Deb...Glad to see that she is planning on getting some medical attention. My wife just got on some thyroid meds and also found out that she was vitamin D deficient as well. She wasn't depressed, but was tired all the time. Fixing these two things has made a world of difference...not to mention she's lost about 30 lbs. He also checked her hormone levels and found her to be in perimenopause. Getting older sucks!

On to my rant...I realized this morning that I am battling a raging bout of PMS, even though I've had a hysterectomy (greatest thing ever, btw)...I still have to deal with this shit. My server at my studio was giving me major problems and I seriously felt like beating it to death with a baseball bat. Normally I don't get the urge to bludgeon inanimate objects, but I rationalized that in this case, it was warranted...lol. I didn't give it a beat down, but I'm still considering the option.

I really hate it when electronic devices fail, I try all the trouble shooting fixes and they still don't work. I finally got everything up and running, but I wasted over an hour on it and put me in a shitty mood. I can honestly say that I despise everything PC/Windows related. I'm in the process of slowly switching over to all Apple (I have one more PC left to replace!:) but the server has to remain on a Windows platform because my studio software is NOT Mac compatible.

On to the 2nd half of my rant: Why the fuck not?! I mean, 75% of photographers use Apple computers, yet the software is Windows only. This forces me to run shitty ass Windows virtually on the Mac's. Which makes them slower by about 30%. F you shitty Windows...F you!

[Ariel]

Okay, so company wide audit on safety. Interviewing people. Promising them that their input is anonymous and they can open up. Then a damn Director tells me I have to reveal their names. I stood up to her and respectfully explained my concerns so she creates this freakin' elaborate spreadsheet that adds hours to my work. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! Need I mention that this is IN ADDITION to all the other stuff I'm accountable for! Sheesh!

Jerk!

Pinhead!

Idiot!

I told her (and others) that the sampling/interview protocol was flawed but no one listened. I'm doing a Yogi Berra and having "deja vu all over again" because I had just completed ANOTHER AUDIT and said the same stuff previously. Hellllllllooooooo! *knock! knock!* Anybody home or am I SHOUTING DOWN THE DAMN RATHOLE AGAIN?????

Damn, that felt good! Cheaper than therapy - the KB saves another mind!

Thanks!

Ariel
How I Met Your Mother

[CrazyTaraWitch]

As a preface to this I should state that I currently live with my grandfather, brother, and brother's girlfriend in my mom's house. In the past when my mom and I were sharing the house I paid half the rent, but when I moved back here a few months ago my money situation wasn't great and my mom insisted that I only pay utilities. When my brother, J, and his girlfriend, K, moved in they had no money so that continued, and then when my grandfather moved in (at which point I moved to the insanely small garage) he and I began splitting the utilities while J and K continued to pay nothing, even once K got a job several weeks ago.
So, where the rant really begins is that when my grandfather moved here he brought a TV. He'd had no intention of even setting it up, but I expressed interest so it came into the living room and got hooked up. Because I had wanted to watch it. About a week later, J took it into he and K's room unannounced. This was at least two months ago, and tonight it reappeared for the first time-- despite the fact that when I ordered the entire Doctor Who series a few weeks ago I told K I wanted to watch on the TV and she said that could be arranged. During those two months, J has gone into my little room in the garage countless times, without asking once, to borrow my DVDs, also without asking once. Tonight, a couple hours after the TV reappeared, I'd been watching something for less than 1/2 an hour when J came over and asked how much longer I'd be.
It's not his TV, first off, second he doesn't pay anything to live here when he gets I nice room and I have a 12' x 5' cubby hole, and third, why the hell did he bring it out if he still wanted to be the only one that could use it??
Anyway, I had planned to maybe watch more than one episode, but even though I was grumpy I decided to be nice, so I told him I'd be done in about 20 minutes. It was easily 15 minutes after I finished before he and K came out to use the TV. And what did he put it in? *MY* second season Buffy, which he of course never asked to borrow. And then what did he do? Got 2 seconds into an episode-- I counted-- and put it on pause. That was over 20 minutes ago, and he's still in the kitchen, not watching the TV he asked me to relinquish.

Basically, I realize all of this is petty and childish and we're both adults, but sometimes brothers suck, especially as roommates.

[Gaga01]

I am so sick of selfish people, and especially oblivious selfush, stupid people. See, in the past 6 months, I've lost 5 pets: two budgie parakeets, two octodons (kind of rodent) and a hedgehog. They may not be dogs or cats, but they're animals too, and they were great ones. I only have a rabbit (who doesn't like to be held or pet too much) and a cockatiel. Before that, I had a dog who I had to put down 8 years ago because he was getting agressive towards the other dog we had. My dog didn't bark every time a freaking leaf fell in the driveway, he didn't jump on tables or the counters to steal food, but who cares, right? It's my dog who had to go.

Now I want a cat but it seems that I can't. It's bad enough that I'm still stuck living at my parents because with school and a crappy part-time job, I can't afford my own place, but now I can't even have a freaking pet, for the sole reason that there's already one in the house. My dad got all depressed when his dog died so they got a cat (even though they weren't supposed too until I got tested for allergies, so thanks a lot for that). He was sad so they got a pet, and I've lost 5 fucking pets and I can't have one?

I was told that "the mother of all cats wasn't dead" that when I'd be in my own place after I graduate I'd just have to go and get one. What they don't get is that having animals has been the only consistancy in my life. Everything leaves at some point but whenever I wasn't doing well and depression was at the highest, at least I had them to keep my company and keep me grounded (those who have animals knows what I'm talking about). I've been struggling with my sexual orientation, with my upcoming graduation, with friends...for a long while now and all I want is a freaking cat to retrieve some sort of normalcy in my life. And that's too much to ask? Like who cares if I'm freaking alone all the time, I'm not feeling anything because I'm a freaking chair in a corner people uses when they need it. Well, fuck that. And I'm supposed to be happy and smile even though I only want to cry because don't want to see/hear anything sincere? Life fucking sucks.

[Finey_McFine]

So I gave up my Sunday to attend a photography seminar and I'm pretty bored. The first couple speakers were pretty good, but the current one is putting me to sleep. Plus this bitch sitting behind me is taking notes on a laptop & apparently she has long nails, because her typing is driving me fucking INSANE!!!!!!!

[little.hesperides]

I went to the hardware store to pick up those little needles you use to inflate sports equipment. No big deal. This is a local store, the guys that work there are always very nice and polite and helpful.

I don't know where they found THIS guy, but he pissed me off so much. First of all, when asking what I wanted, he got in real close while I answered. He made sure to pat me on the shoulder when he directed me to the right aisle. He was such a condescending prick. He pointed out, as he touched my hand with my rings on it, that I should probably keep them in my jewelry box so I don't lose them. I retorted that they go in the tool box, but a lot of things got misplaced in the move. Things went on in this manner until I left.

What the hell?!?! You do not have permission to invade my personal space. Do you touch all of your customers this much, Mr. Creepy Old Man? Even the crusty construction workers? Or is it just because I'm an attractive young woman? Does that give you the right to assume that I know nothing about tools? That I'm a "little lady" that you can treat like I don't know anything? Grr. Men that assume they can treat women like this piss me off royally. That put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Damn condescending sexist a**hole.

[JujuDeRoussie]

OK, so yesterday my girlfriend's mother, her grandfather and his girlfriend all came to my house because they thought I needed help with the garden. Now that was nice and appreciated. Although while her grandpa and his girlfriend were doing the backyard, I was trying to help. Except that her mother was calling me every two minutes in the garage because she decided to "clean it" too and to "organize it."
Now I try to always humor her and be kind and all. So I was and I bit off my frustration and kept a smile on.

This morning the woman comes at 9 o'clock unannounced, telling me she has a few hours free so she came by to keep cleaning the garage and sort her son's stuff. Today being the 1 year anniversary of my mom's passing, I really didn't want any stress. And that woman is overly stressing when she decides to "organize" something because her way of doing so is really not organized. So I tell her politely that we already did that with my girl, many times actually. Everytime PW comes over he opens the boxes and never put things back where they belong. She tells me she knows we cleaned up but she wants to do it all over again. I tried 3 ti;es to tell her no nicely, to tell her that I wanted to be alone today, reminded her of what today was. Now what you have to know is that despite being a teacher, that woman doesn;t know how to listen, and she gets locked into loops. So at some point I lost patience for once, after over a year, and I snapped. Told her we had our own organization and that we didn;t need help with that, asked her to respect my decision of not letting her spend hours in my garage, stressing me out.

It still didn't work. I don;t know what made her go in the end but I know I was shaking and ready to cry, and more importantly resisting the urge to close my door on her right then and there.

And now, because of how she is, mentally unstable (it is a fact, her sisters are too, even though she is one of the saner), she got all hysterical, called my girlfriend at work and told her she didn't want to have anything to do with her brother or her (something she does every time), called the whole family and everything... Now I'd say I feel bad but the woman has been doing emotional blackmail to my girl for years, and will probably do it again for years. Now she doesn't answer to it anymore, and I have no intention of answering to it either.
When you want to go through someone's stuff, you first call and ask if it is ok to come over the house. When you find something isn't working, you talk to the person before changing everything.

I love her, I love the whole family, but I refuse to deal with her when she is in that state, and particularly today.

I deserved that one day of crankiness, sadness, and impatience.

[Finey_McFine]

Today I took my SUV to have it detailed so I could take it to the dealer and get a decent trade. I paid a good amount of money and waited almost 3 hours. When they were done they pulled it up out front, I walked out the door and it started to pour rain. Can you fucking believe that?!?!?!?! We are in the worst drought in Texas history and the day I splurge for detailing if finally fucking rains!! Oh, but wait...it gets better! I pulled out and crossed the street to pick up something from Chick-fli-a and IT'S NOT RAINING!! Literally less than 200 yards from the car wash...bone dry!!! WTF? Apparently, there was only one rain cloud and it was sitting directly over the car wash. You know, like in the old cartoons? C-R-A-Z-Y!

[JustSkipIt]

Shel - I bet people are grateful that you caused that rain. Also, most car washes will give you a literal rain check and rewash your car if it rains with 24 hours or 48 or whatever.

[Finey_McFine]

Deb - If I knew that was all I needed to do, I would have done it months ago, lol. I traded the SUV, so it all worked out well:) Plus, we actually got a nice down pour form some of the outer bands from TS Don last night. Unfortunately, it also brought oppressive humidity today:(

[AstronSoul]

Pet Peeves, I have a few.

Like waiting for someone or waiting for an answer and all they can do is tap on the table or desk!
Saying like in every sentence, like yeah like you have to like do that! Seriously get a vocabulary!
Worst thing I hate the most is when someone assumes something of me. They assume they know
me, yet they are way off base. Ticks me the hell off!

[Finey_McFine]

So, today was one of those days where I wanted to disown my child. First, she drove us crazy nagging to go buy school supplies. Second, she brought along a friend THAT WAS SICK. Grrr, I hate it when parents allow their sick kids to go out and infect everyone else!!! Third, she insisted on sharpening all 48 pencils and broke the sharpener.

And lastly was her incredibly obnoxious behavior....

Thing #1: We had to go pick up my truck at the dealership. She went in with me and drove me to the brink of insanity in less than 3 minutes. The service guy was trying to talk to me and she walked between us and started to spin the key chain thingy. It made this high pitched noise and I couldn't hear a damn thing the guy was saying. I asked her to stop and gave her 'the look.' So, she did, but moved on to something else...equally loud and annoying. I finally sent her out to the car with my wife.

Thing #2: My wife's work schedule changed and she now has to start work at 5am for the next month, which means she has to get up at 3-3:30am. So, we had a talk with J about her being quiet, etc. In one f'ing ear and out the other! We have a 2 story that is tiled downstairs, so it's kinda echo-y. During the course of the evening after my wife went to bed, J proceeded to find some reason to scream no less than 6x! The final straw was a scream sneeze, which she never does. WTF? I CANNOT WAIT for school to start back...21 days and counting.

[Ariel]

Hey, Shelby - feeling your pain!

Okay, my kid. Finally (18) wants to learn how to drive. So what happens? I dedicate hours of time not to mention 10 fingernails bitten to the quick, to teach him how to drive. He does okay. When is he taking the test? Try six days before he travels halfway across the U.S. from CA to Iowa to start college! So the famous, "teach me to drive and I can do the shopping" line is a pile of crap!

He's a good kid, but it's typical.

Ariel

[JustSkipIt]

This is a rant but not particularly an angry one.

So Rachel and I have 4 checking accounts between us. We could have 3 but she has one extra. And if we could get legally married, we could just have 1 but because we aren't married, we have to file taxes separately so we need separate accounts. We've both had accounts at the same bank since before we even knew each other (12+ years). Now... as of next month, the bank is going to start charging $7 a month per account service charge. Needless to say we're moving to another bank.

So we went to a credit union and opened 3 accounts which was somewhat of a pain in the ass to drag the kids along and show id and fill out paper work and etc. And the new accounts have a 10 day hold on any checks before the funds are available that lasts for 30 days plus we only just got the checks for the new accounts (after a week) and haven't gotten the debit cards yet.

And now I need to change the 9 billion things that auto debit or auto charge our debit cards or checking accounts. And I need to time the changing of said accounts with when we actually transfer the money from one account to the other.

Blech...

[Finey_McFine]

Every time I go to lunch with my employees, they expect me to pay. It's fucking annoying. I do it sometimes as a reward, but certain ones just expect it EVERY SINGLE TIME. The last couple times this certain employee claimed that she "forgot" her wallet, so today before we left I made it very clear that I only had enough cash for my lunch and told them both to make sure they had their wallets. We split the check 3 ways, they ran her card and it came back declined! So she looks to me to pay! WTF??? So fucking aggravating! I said, 'I told you, I don't have enough cash.' She replies with, "Can't you just use your card?" NO GOD DAMN IT! FUCK YOU! So the the other person ended up paying for her. Such bull shit.

On a related rant...picking up coffee at Starbucks. I used to feel guilty if I came to work with a coffee and would call and offer it to my assistant. But of course she NEVER pays me back and then goes herself sometimes and doesn't even offer to get me anything or if she does, she makes sure that she tells me how much I owe her. The last time I bought coffee for her and told her how much, "I don't have any money, sorry and well, you offered." F U TOO! And BTW, I don't feel guilty anymore. I am so done being nice.

[JustSkipIt]

Shel - When my sister and I were in college, my sister has a boy friend for 2-3 years. My mother did not like him because he never offered to pay for himself at dinner with us. My mother did not think that he should pay. But she felt he should reach for his wallet as if he would or offer to pay the tip which she would then decline.

[Finey_McFine]

Deb - My Grandmother used to do stuff like that. I never really understood it, lol.

OK, this is an angry sports related rant...

I'm from Miami, I'm a diehard Dolphins fan, I remember the 1972 perfect season like it was yesterday and I was only 5 at the time. I wore my #39 Larry Csonka jersey until it rotted off my body, but if I had a gun right now I think I would unload it on my TV. WTF? Could you have played any worse tonight, because I don't think you could've if you tried. Seriously, you can't score from the 1yd line? An interception on the last play of the game? Perfect and pretty much the tone of the entire game.

[Vanguard of Light]

So I normally don't rant all that much, but today really sucked.

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I had class from 11:00 to 12:45, which was dandy. However, my next class would be from 17:15 - 19:00. Which is not nice. Since it's only a working group thingy I decided to do my work early and just leave when I had finished. You'd guess that if they assign two hours for some work, you'd be able to finish it in two hours. But no, after four freaking hours, I was finally done. I did have some questions so I decided to go to the class and then leave early. The professor (who for some reason actually helps out with working groups) was there and promptly decided that it would be nice to give the lecture at that hour. So after two hours of mostly redoing stuff from last year, in barely recognizable English (which is not my first language) and with notes that looked like cuneiform, he's done. He stopped at 19:05 so there's no way for me to get my train back towards home (which leaves at 19:21). So I have to pick the next one, half an hour later. However, that one leaves with a delay of 10 minutes because some idiotic excuse of a human thought he was allowed to walk on the railway tracks. Due to that I miss my connection at the next station, which means I've got to wait for another thirty (well, twenty by that time) minutes for the next train. So I decided to call home to ask if they could warm my dinner at the appropriate time, after the thing dialled a female voice happily informed me that I don't have enough money to actually make the call (That's the first time such a thing happens in my whole life). So fifteen minutes later the train finally arrives, I got a place in the silent compartment and... you can guess it by now, people (read old people) start talking. Deciding I could actually influence that, I spoke up and thankfully got them quiet.

I could have arrived home seven hours earlier if I just decided to leave early. I don't think I'll go to that class again. Now I'm so tired I actually can't bother to get all the tenses right, I do apologise for that. Tomorrow another day with classes from 11:00 to 19:00, yay!
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[BeneathMyWillowTree]

Okay, so today I went to my friend Jennifer's crib to say good bye. I won't be seeing her for awhile since she's taking off on her trip. She has a screen door that you can't see anything inside, but you can see clear outside. After ringing the door bell I heard the door open and I said "Jennifer?" Some vato I have never seen before opens up the door, and rudely says, "Who are you?" I reply with I'm from the barrio kind of attitude and look him up and down and say, "Who are you?" Mind you this is a tall, husky, shaved head, tatted down white guy. We stare each other down like 2 pit bulls and shit. I am all about love people. Anyone who knows me can tell you, but if I gotta kick yo ass I will. I didn't appreciate this fool coming at me like that. Jennifer came out and everything was cool, but I didn't acknowledge him after. When he cleared the room Jen apologized to me. She didn't appreciate how he answered the door either. I found out it's her son in law. All I told Jen was I didn't give a fuck who he was. Simply cos Jen and I go way back. I know how she feels about me. So this fool ain't got nothing on me.

A bit of advice for this loser. You got out of jail and you some kind of fucken junkie. You really wanna get your shit together? Start by knowing how to treat and talk to people. Attitude is a small thing that makes a big difference.