A-gust of fresh mini rants

The BBQ Pit
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Spent the past couple of days scrubbing the house, and went to bed last night with an empty laundry basket, empty dishwasher, mopped floors, etc. Seriously, everything clean and put away (except for the two boxes by the front door. They’re going to the charity shop in the morning.) So what wakes me up this morning? A godawful odor…

Yep, the 2-year-old got into her sister’s nail polish, while the idiot dog had a bad reaction after snacking out of the trash can - shat all over the girls’ bathroom, the little girls’ bedroom, and the hall. Naturally, I slipped in the hall while rushing to take the nail polish away from the baby…

Final tally? Washer is full (two pairs of pajamas, two bath mats, four towels, four cleaning rags, and the bed skirt.) After bathing the little troublemaker, I jumped in the shower. And Michelle decided to redecorate the bathroom and dog with a tube of toothpaste during those five minutes…

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Earlier this year, I helped my roommate out of a major jam by doing, what in essence was, contract work so that he could meet a set of deadlines. It started as a favor tackling two projects that he couldn’t do because he was inebriated at the time.

But, when he realized that a certain amount of consistency needed to be shown throughout the project, he said that, if I would do the work for the remainder of the project’s scope (3 months or so), he would buy me a new laptop. Over the course of the project, I would often be notified of deadlines that needed to be met by midnight of that day, and other things that could cause me to rearrange my schedule or cancel other plans. Upon completion, I earned a great deal of gratitude from his family and our friends, with them stating that he couldn’t have finished it if it wasn’t for my help - a statement with which I fully agree.

The contract work was affiliated with my background and I often found it engaging, so while I hated the short-term notice, I enjoyed or tolerated the majority of the assignments.

Fast forward to the end of the project, where the friend was looking for a new job. The deal was that, once he found a new job, he would fulfill his end of the deal (as he wanted to be financially stable - something I completely understood). Well, since then, he’s booked and taken a trip to NYC (complete with a ticket to a Broadway show) and rented storage space for his on-again / off-again boyfriend after the guy got evicted from his apartment for not paying rent.

I know I can say something to him, but given that we live together and the on / off relationships w/ this guy and other guys in the past cause tension, I don’t know if it would do more harm than good. All my friends think I’m being taken for granted (which looks to be true) and find his behavior offensive, but I don’t think he’s doing it intentionally - he’s just clueless & short-sighted.

He just got a job a few weeks ago, and I’m tempted to bring it up, but would much rather him (or a third party) address the issue.

3

I hate phone tag. Why can’t people use email in this day and age??

4

Better yet, my dad calls and leaves a message, which I don’t get because I can’t hear my phone. (It’s safely inside my purse, on top of the cabinet, out of Harm’s way… because my toddler’s middle name ought to be Harm!) So Ma sends me a Facebook message telling me to call him. Fine. He needs my mailing address for some next of kin information for the VA. But he’s really hard of hearing, so I have to yell, repeatedly. If I’d known what he needed, I’d have just sent a text, or sent via Facebook, or email. But phone tag is so much fun! :slight_smile:

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I hate when someone in your office calls you over and over, and you’re too damn busy to answer because you’re already doing have their job, and an email would have sufficed, but they’re too damn lazy to write one. The emails are great too because it gives you a reminder record of the event, unlike a phone call.
My rant of the day, similar to the OP: got home from work at 6PM yesterday and cleaned literally from getting home til 11:40. Non-stop. I didn’t want to, but my girlfriend and I have been so busy with so many other things that it was all starting to fall apart…bad food in the fridge, no laundry clean, dishes piled up, etc etc. I didn’t get to bed until 1:00, then had to wake up at 6. I’m not the kind of person that can do that. When I have sub 8 hours sleep I become painfully tired and start day-dreaming of braining myself. I go home at lunch to walk the dogs, after having already gone to the bank and picking up dog food, and the dogs have ripped up the trash can I forgot to empty and smeared it into the floor. I came back late to work and had to play catchup the rest of the day.

Rant over, rave begins: I’m going to my favorite Mexican restaurant and getting a 1/2 gallon of XX to start and end my night. :smiley:

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F: We’re coming to visit!
Q: Great. It’ll be nice to see you. When?
F: We’re coming to visit soon!
Q: Awesome! When?
F: We’re going to stop and see friends on the way.
Q: Super. I’m working during the week so weekend would work best for me.
F: We’re coming to visit on the weekend!
Q: Great. What do you want to do when you’re here?
F: Where’s a good place to stay?
Q: Depends on what you want to do. What do you want to do?
F: We like to stay at Airbnb’s. Our son stayed in an airbnb. Do you like this airbnb?
Q: It looks nice but it’s not close. All depends on what you want to do.
F: Look, this airbnb is closer, right?
Q: Sure but try hotel X. It’s four star and very inexpensive and conveniently located.
F: What about hotel Y and Z?
Q: Sure. Those are fine too. But location is not great.
F: The Airbnb is not available. Can you recommend a good hotel?
Q: Hotel X is great. Really. You should book there.
F: We booked hotel Z. We just need a place to sleep.
Q: Okay, but hotel X was less expensive and nicer and closer and has beds too. But your call.
F: We can’t see the price you see for hotel X. Can you book for us?
Q: Sure.
F: Nevermind… we just booked through the hotel website. We’ll see you soon!
Q: Awesome.
F: We don’t want to be any trouble. We’ll amuse ourselves.
Q: You’re no trouble. Would you like to come for dinner? Go out to dinner? Preferences?
F: What time do you eat dinner?
Q: We’re flexible. 6, 7, 8…
F: We’ll call you when we check in at the hotel. What number should we call you at?
Q: Oh FFS. Home! Call us at home. We’ll be out all weekend but leave a message.

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So, what time’s dinner?

8

They never cancelled the Hotel Z reservation, did they?

9

My poor thyroid-less body has no tolerance for humidity nor hot weather. I feel like I could morph into a pile of wet dishrags, even if I’m in A/C. The most energy I’ve had today is walk the dog around the block and surf the web :stuck_out_tongue:

10

Before some douchebag accuses me of stealth bragging, I’m not. This is a serious problem, and I’m in tears about it right now.

I weigh 120 lbs. I am 5’ 8". Yes, I am thin. I’m very fucking SORRY. But when someone who is supposed to be a friend of mine makes a big issue at a restaurant where we’re all out with friends and saying stuff like, “Oh my GAWD - MISSY2U’S GOING TO EAT SOMETHING!!! WATCH HER EVERYONE!!! SHE’S GOING TO EAT!!”, that’s going to get you a real quick ticket to coventry from my husband and I. I ended up crying (at the restaurant), and we left. I don’t even want to ever go out again. I feel like a fucking freak.

As usual, I end up feel fucking absolutely HORRIBLE about myself. Husband says I’m beautiful - husband is a liar. :frowning:

Why can’t people shut their fucking mouths when it comes to commenting on other people?? Especially when it’s hurtful?

11

Look, people. If I’m in a talkative mood, you’ll find me yapping away in the breakroom like everyone else. My presence in the breakroom signals that I’m in the mood to chew the fat and talk about the weather. Feel free to engage me socially during these times.

But if you find me in my office and I’m staring at my computer monitor…and I’m still staring at my computer monitor as you begin talking to me from the doorway, that’s a sign. It’s a sign that clearly says, “I’m busy right now. Please don’t talk to me about anything non-work related.”

I’m sorry that you don’t have anything to do and you’re already bored at 8:30 in the morning. But that’s what crossword puzzles are for.

12

I’m with you on this rant. Until I was over 30 I was very thin. My arms were like sticks. My MIL and her biddy cow-sized friends used to ALWAYS comment. "Oh, you so skeeny. When you gonna gain some weight? " And on and on. I was too shy and polite to say anything back.

Fast forward a few decades. I am to say the least no longer thin. Same biddies comment, “Remember when we used to tell you how skeeny you was?” I am also no longer shy and no longer care about being polite to these women, so I reply, “Yes, and you used to hurt my feelings terribly with those rude comments. And now that I’m 50 pounds overweight, you’ve managed to do it again.” There was total silence.

No one, ever, should comment on the state of a person’s body except their doctor and maybe their spouse. Ever. It’s just rude.

13

Power outages and triple digit temperatures are not a good mix. Throw in a cat with a knack for finding new hiding places to scare her humans into thinking she got outside and lost, and I really need chocolate.

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Missy2U and MLS … you’ve really touched my heart with your experiences. I guess I’ve always heard this and never thought it might hurt. I honestly didn’t think these types of comments could cut so deeply. I see now I’ve been inconsiderate and uncaring at your grief and abandonment. It is only by dumb luck that such hateful and demeaning comments have never escaped my own lips, just dumb luck.

For I am a man … and only other wimin care what you look like … we don’t … if you’re willing and naked … we’ll call you beautiful.

15

My late mom showed up in my house six months after I gave birth and made insulting remarks about how I still looked fat. She’s been dead over two years and I think I may have finally forgiven her. Some people are just assholes.

16

There’s a music festival on here for a few days. I went to the ice cream stand there, but they didn’t have plain vanilla and chocolate flavours! They just had stupid fancy elaborate flavours.

I think every ice cream place should at least have freaking chocolate and vanilla! I don’t want fancy-ass flavours, dammit!

(Okay, that was kind of lame and pointless as a rant.)

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It has been hot and smoggy and stagnant here for a couple of weeks now. I HATE hot weather with a passion. In addition, we’re in the middle of a record drought and everything is parched and dismal. I want desperately to take a vacation in the Pacific Northwest, where I can look upon greenery and moisture and feel cool. Can’t do it, though, because my husband is unemployed and we can’t spend the money.

I’m trapped in an icky desert filled with smog.

18

Sounds like it is time for the toddler sized play prison and a shock collar. And I thought I had fun with a 18 year old! Good thing they are cute at that age, otherwise the race would die out.

19

The two Americans who have contracted the ebola virus in West Africa are being brought back to the United States. The first arrived this morning, and was transferred from the airport to Emory University Hospital by ambulance.

And the 24-hour news networks were all over this, as if it were come sort of apocalyptic event taken straight from a Hollywood script. They had helicopters following the ambulance like a medical version of the OJ pursuit, and there was much breathless commentary about the fact that the ambulance drivers were wearing full protective suits, as well as much fear-mongering about the virus itself.

In some cases, the medical experts they interviewed for color commentary did their best to downplay the significance of the situation, pointing out that this was all pretty routine, and that the hospital is well equipped to deal with containing this type of infection in a couple of patients. One doctor, asked how he would feel to be on the team treating the patients, basically said he would be excited, because this is what he’s trained for, and he has a professional and expert staff who know how to deal with such cases.

The talking heads were having none of that, though. They wanted DANGER, Will Robinson, and there were constant attempts to pump up the fear.

These people have no professional or journalistic standards whatsoever. None.

I know this will not be news to anyone. And i know people will say, “Turn off the TV.” The only reason i even saw this stuff was that i was at the gym; i never have any of these channels on at home. Still annoys the fuck out of me, though. I’m sure they pop champagne corks at CNN new headquarters whenever there’s a major disaster, or the threat of one.

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I used to be very slender, wife’s family = southerners who are all of bovine design. They used to bug her because obviously she wasn’t cooking well enough to keep me fattened up. The last time they hassled me, I said “Since when is it considered polite to comment of someone’s personal appearance?”