Februbitchy Rantuary - February's Mini-Rants Thread!

[Sigmagirl]

I have two entirely separate rants.

1. I went to a funeral Saturday for a friend who’d been ill for a long time. She was a brilliant, kind, funny woman whose funeral was turned into a travesty by her – I don’t know, cousin – who’d taken over and become Julie the [del]cruise[/del] funeral director and decided that it was her opportunity to entertain us in a sequined (no lie) sweater. She passed out song sheets; then when the time came for us to sing the first one, she jumped up and screeched “No! This one is just for you to listen to!” So we had to listen to the CD player of some anonymous inspirational “artist” instead of honoring our friend. The second one she allowed us to sing – in fact, she directed, waving her arms in front of the group of about 35 attendees. And the final song, the lyrics on the sheet did not match those of the singer on the CD, which caused her endless giggles. This woman was so fucking perky and officious I thought she was going to sell Tupperware.

I know that when you’ve suffered a loss, you feel helpless, and so you try to find something you can control, whether it’s yelling at a waitress or arranging a funeral. So I am trying to give her a break. But my friend deserved better than that disaster.

2. I pit people who, in their obsession with “helping” and fixing problems, just won’t listen. When you’ve said that a certain thing just doesn’t interest you or won’t work with your life or isn’t convenient, they spring into action to find the answer!!! to make all well in your world and earn that halo they so well deserve.

Case: Friday, I go into the break room to get my can of pop out of the refrigerator. The usual women are in there, chatting as they always do about what they have eaten today and what they will eat and how many calories it was and how bad they’ve been and how fat they are and how much weight they need to lose and how none of the others is fat and the one who’s talking is the only one who’s fat.

One of them asks me what I’m going to make for dinner that night. Of course, I should have just said I didn’t know yet, but I’m stupid. I just said “probably some chicken,” and tried to make my escape, but it was too late. What am I going to serve it with? Of course I am doomed. If I say pasta, I’ll get the “pasta” lecture. So I say probably rice. Then I get the “Oh, I just can’t cook rice! It always burns!” and the other one says “I have a rice cooker! It’s great!” and asks me if I have a rice cooker. I say no, I know how to cook rice. That should be enough, but no. She’s still trying to sell me on rice cookers! I say even if I needed one, I don’t have any place to put one. (True. I keep my toaster in the hall closet behind the coats, because there’s no room in the kitchen.)

*She starts asking me where I keep things in my kitchen so she can rearrange them to find a place for my theoretical new rice cooker that I don’t own. *

WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE ON??? Does this happen to you? This was on the extreme side, but stuff like this happens to me all the time!

[StarvingButStrong]

But it’s not EMPTY!!!

[kaylasdad99]

@anya_marie

Somebody who lives here is leaving soda bottles with an ounce in the fridge, the milk carton with a shot of milk, ketchup bottles with 4 cc of actual ketchup in the motherfucking bottle remaining is going to be slapped BY me. Thanks for leaving all your trash for me to pick up. Thanks for leaving for me to recycle a syrup bottle with a tablespoonful of syrup. Take the empty and recycle it.

Webcam in the kitchen. When you identify the culprit, start collecting dregs containers. When you have enough, put them all in the same bottle and present them to the offender.

[anya_marie]

If I need milk for cereal I’m shit outta luck. If I had wanted pancake syrup I’d have zip…so i am going to the grocery store later.

Days like this make me question how much I should be living with people.

[perfectparanoia]

@anya_marie

Somebody who lives here is leaving soda bottles with an ounce in the fridge, the milk carton with a shot of milk, ketchup bottles with 4 cc of actual ketchup in the motherfucking bottle remaining is going to be slapped BY me. Thanks for leaving all your trash for me to pick up. Thanks for leaving for me to recycle a syrup bottle with a tablespoonful of syrup. Take the empty and recycle it.

And while you are at it, check the basement for a new bottle and if there isn’t one ADD IT TO THE GROCERY LIST.

(Hubby gave me hell last week for not getting mustard. How on earth was I supposed to know we didn’t have any? Oh wait, there is one right here in the basement pantry. Grrr.)

[EmAnJ]

@flatlined

Filbert, you so have my sympathy. Chronic pain sucks.

Back with the driving in Houston rants for me. I’ve learned that red lights are just a suggestion and that 3 cars get to go before the people with the green lights do.

I’ve seen people in SUV’s playing porn on their backseat screens with nobody in the back seat. Do they do that to be jerks, or are they managing to use mirrors or something so they can see it? I’m not sure what scares me most.

I"m going to be going back to the land of the RatKing next week. My new driving habits will get me killed.

I really, REALLY want to smoke a real cigarette. I’ve been strong for Bill, but I am worried that I’ll give in when I’m alone again. Which will suck because I’ll have to quit again when Bill comes out to see me. I totally hates this addiction.

Our head office is in Houston and I’ve been advised that when I head there this year, I’m to use a car service instead of renting my own vehicle because the traffic/drivers are so horrible there. I’m almost scared to visit!

[Alice_The_Goon]

My son and I are going to have to build a wing attached to the ER for us to live in- we have spent sooo much time there the last few months. Last night, another trip late at night and getting home at 3am for… constipation! He had symptoms of gallstones, was in a lot of pain, so I took him in. When they asked him when the last time he pooped was and he said last Sunday (7 days!) right then I went :smack: . If he’d only told me that before we left the house, I would have known what was wrong with him! I saw his xrays- I didn’t know poop could go that far up in the body! Late night visits to the ER and serious loss of sleep and more loss of school, because you’re full of shit?? Grr.

[Chimera]

Now there’s a story and a line for the rest of his life.

[digs]

@Cat_Whisperer

Dammit, that’s what we’ve been doing wrong! I’m totally calling dibs on the next big lottery we play…

If you accidentally call digs on it, I’ll split it with you.

What? Doesn’t everyone occaisionally have a typo in their prayers?

[The_Other_Jeffrey_Lebowski]

How the fuck do people not understand the term “non-sequitir”???
There’s a thread going on in another forum that has the aforementioned term in the thread title, yet a few posters prefer to make the comments in a related way to the previous post. That’s not non-sequitir!!!

[LavenderBlue]

Hey doctor could you please renew the blood pressure medication prescription? The pharmacy called you three times and I have called you twice. You told me my blood pressure is sky high and then prescibed meds that were somewhat holding it under control. I have taken the meds as directed. But I just ran out and the pharmacy told me to call them tomorrow and they would maybe give me more meds. This is ridiculous. Do your job, call the damned pharmacy and renew the damned prescription.

Thank you.

[Morgyn]

**FUCK **Valentine’s Day.

[Lynn_Bodoni]

@LavenderBlue

Hey doctor could you please renew the blood pressure medication prescription? The pharmacy called you three times and I have called you twice. You told me my blood pressure is sky high and then prescibed meds that were somewhat holding it under control. I have taken the meds as directed. But I just ran out and the pharmacy told me to call them tomorrow and they would maybe give me more meds. This is ridiculous. Do your job, call the damned pharmacy and renew the damned prescription.

Thank you.

Sometimes this means that they want you to come in for a checkup. Of course, they won’t TELL you this unless you ask. But if it’s been three months or more, then call up the office and ask if the doc wants to see you again. This is especially likely if these meds are new to you, the doc wants to see if they’re doing the job and whether you’re having side effects.

And, of course, s/he wants to collect a fee for an office visit.

[The_Vorlon]

@Lynn_Bodoni

Sometimes this means that they want you to come in for a checkup. Of course, they won’t TELL you this unless you ask. But if it’s been three months or more, then call up the office and ask if the doc wants to see you again. This is especially likely if these meds are new to you, the doc wants to see if they’re doing the job and whether you’re having side effects.

And, of course, s/he wants to collect a fee for an office visit.

And of course, since you ran out of the meds, your BP went up, so they will prescripe MORE meds…:rolleyes:

[Tracyfish]

@Lynn_Bodoni

Sometimes this means that they want you to come in for a checkup. Of course, they won’t TELL you this unless you ask. But if it’s been three months or more, then call up the office and ask if the doc wants to see you again. This is especially likely if these meds are new to you, the doc wants to see if they’re doing the job and whether you’re having side effects.

And, of course, s/he wants to collect a fee for an office visit.

The part I bolded is my current rant. Would it have been so hard for my doctor’s office to tell me last month that if I wanted more than a month’s supply of my birth control, I’d need to make an appointment? It also would’ve been nice if they could have told me without the condescending “you should have known” attitude when I spoke to them yesterday. There’s more I don’t understand but I’d better stop there.

[Cat_Whisperer]

@The_Other_Jeffrey_Lebowski

How the fuck do people not understand the term “non-sequitir”???
There’s a thread going on in another forum that has the aforementioned term in the thread title, yet a few posters prefer to make the comments in a related way to the previous post. That’s not non-sequitir!!!

Maybe it’s the way you’re spelling it.

[Ellen_Cherry]

Somebody down the hall from me here at work is WHISTLING Wipe Out. Whistling. Wipe. Out. With their lips. Can you even imagine how irritating this is? Thankfully, he/she stopped before the drum solo.

I don’t know who this whistler is. There are many candidates, because I’m near the end of one long hall, that L’s off into another long hall. I’m afraid if I go find out I will want to kill him every time I see him, just to stop the whistling. It happens with horrifying regularity, like daily. Thankfully, he at least can whistle a tune, so I suppose it could be even worse — whistling Wipe Out badly would be much, much worse that what I’m currently listening to.

[LavenderBlue]

@Lynn_Bodoni

Sometimes this means that they want you to come in for a checkup. Of course, they won’t TELL you this unless you ask. But if it’s been three months or more, then call up the office and ask if the doc wants to see you again. This is especially likely if these meds are new to you, the doc wants to see if they’re doing the job and whether you’re having side effects.

And, of course, s/he wants to collect a fee for an office visit.

Nah. I just saw the guy the other week. He told me to double the current meds and then see if it worked. So I came in. He said it was obviously working. And then when I ran out of pills he’s apparently not going to call in to make the different dose official. So much for lowering my stress level . . .

[ArrMatey]

Too tired to make a thread for this, so it goes here.

Fuck you, brother’s boss. Seriously. How in the HELL did you get to a management position?
Brother works at a steel mill as head of R&D. When he first got hired on, he noted that some of the machines weren’t up to safety code, and told his boss so. His boss’ response? “Well, we’ve been just fine up til now.” Boss then proceeded to do fuck-all about the problems.
This is, in fact, his way about everything. My brother goes to a conference, comes back with a way to save the mill close to 10 million dollars a year, gets it implemented, then… The boss decides he doesn’t want to actually instruct the workers to use the new implementation. “Well, we’ve done all right so far, and people like to do it this other way…”
Of course, now it’s probably over. Yep. Someone got hurt. OSHA is coming into the plant, as are union reps. There’s good odds that the place is gonna get fined, and the workers will unionize, which will put the plant more in the red. Because the boss couldn’t be bothered to implement change EVEN FOR THE SAKE OF SAFETY.
My brother, when he last lost work, was out for 14 months. One of his kids, whom I love dearly, has already gotten into a mindset of 'Why should I make friends? We just end up moving every couple of years anyway." This job got my brother close enough that I can visit him, and he can visit our dying father. Brother’s boss, your stupid fucking inability to make necessary changes in your company is most likely going to take all that away.
I’m not normally a violent person, but I seriously want a free kick to this guys junk.

[Carol_the_Impaler]

I am in website hell. Hell, I tell you!

This morning I went to make a hotel reservation at Holiday Inn Express for my boss and my boss’ boss. One night, two rooms. Try to use points for both rooms, but the site tells me I can only make a reservation for one room at a time using points, but “don’t worry, when you’re done making the reservation the system will ask you if you want to duplicate the reservation!”. Oookay. Except it doesn’t. I get “Make Another Reservation”, so that’s what I click.

I enter in all the info for the second room and get a confirmation number… except… the confirmation number is the same as the first room? And the points haven’t been deducted?

Get on chat to confirm with their customer service to verify if I have one room or two. Nope, just one. And now the rep is telling me there are no rooms available for Rewards Nights for the second room. Plus she quotes me the highest rate for the room when the website has a lower rate.

Whatever. Please just make the reservation. Second reservation comes in showing one room, two people. I guess because they have to do it that way? Okay, whatever.

Then I try to buy stamps via the USPS site using our online account. They’ve upgraded their site, and when I go to check out it tells me I have to enter a phone number. Ok, there’s a phone number in the shipping address, do you mean the billing address? Oh, I see you do. I enter in the number and save changes. No go. “Please enter a phone number.”

Go back to the billing address, add the number, save the changes. Nope.

Call their customer service, get transferred to stamps. They can place the order but can’t help me with the website, would I like the number to tech support?

Call tech support. Their solution is to send me an email with instructions on how to fix my problem. Uh, no. I need you to stay on the line if you don’t mind since I have no confidence at all your steps will work, and I don’t want to have to sit in a queue again.

Guess what? Their steps don’t work. Plus, in the course of trying to fix the first problem, now my shipping address doesn’t work either!

Their solution? “I’ll make a note and send you another email and have someone call you.”

And the rep hangs up.

:mad: