I have had very good experiences with creative mp3 players. My first one lasted me almost 6 years.
My ex-husband is getting remarried today. It’s exactly 3 years from the date of our divorce. I guess this isn’t really a rant, but it bothers me and I feel the need to tell strangers about it. 
We got divorced because he didn’t know what monogamy meant. He then tried to blame his issues on his bipolar (which was diagnosed during the divorce proceedings). His new wife is very nice. Really. That’s why it bothers me. I worry about him doing the same things to her, and she probably has absolutely no idea about his past. She isn’t from this area, and first met him earlier this year. He has changed all of his friends, so there aren’t really any “stories” for her to hear. Also, (I don’t mean to sound bad when I say this) she is slow. As in, she went to a special school her whole life. Socially she seems fine, but you can tell it takes her longer to process things when you talk to her. She doesn’t work and has a 9mo old baby (not my ex’s). All these things put together and I worry about her. She’s a nice person and my kids really like her.
tl;dr: Don’t screw this marriage up you cheating bastard!!
I’d have to say that my peeves with old people and lottery tickets, and women and their purses at the checkout counter, and things like that are all based on the idea that people are utterly clueless on a social level, inobservant and inconsiderate of the people around them. They walk through life completely unaware of the world around them, or as I sometimes rudely say “no one in your world but you, eh?”
Today I got to end my day with one of those people. Laundry list of issues he wanted to go through, most of which were the most basic How To that wouldn’t require any help except that he refuses to touch a button without someone holding his hand.
“It says enter my email address. What should I do?”
Put in your email address.
“Um, ok, so I should type in my email address?”
Yes.
(Pause)
“ok, so now what do I do?”
Hit Next.
(long pause)
“Ok, it’s doing something.”
(long pause when I know it takes like 3 nanoseconds to get to the next screen)
“Ok, so it’s asking for something else. I…I’m not sure what”
What does it say?
(knowing damned well what it says, but forcing him to read it out loud in hopes he’ll figure it out and wishing he’d be embarassed by the simpicity of it)
“It’s asking me to put in my password.”
Ok, then put in your password and hit Next
(hoping to speed things along)
“Um, which password is it asking for?”
YOUR EMAIL PASSWORD.
“Oh” (pause) “I wonder what that is”
(sound of shuffling papers)
:mad::smack:
70 minutes into the call and I’m past my time to go home. We’re busy, so one of the supervisors comes over, asks what I’m doing and tells me to get off the call and let the guy figure this stuff out on his own. I walk through most of what the guy has to do and tell him that I need to move on to the next call.
He just cluelessly keeps throwing issue after issue at me. Some of them are real issues, so I resolve them, but he also keeps walking in circles. I say DO X, and he tells me he’s doing Y. (I hate that! If you call for tech support, fucking do what we tell you. If you think you need to do something else, then fuck off and don’t call us about it!)
20 minutes later I straight out tell him that I should have gone home a half hour ago and I need to end the call. Again tell him the basics of what he needs to do to resolve his minor issues. He completely ignores what I said and raises another issue big enough that we should have STARTED with.
10 minutes later my bosses boss comes by and says “get off that call”
I tell the guy this and say we’re going to finish up what we’re doing and then we’re done for today.
Guy starts the circle walk again. I have to keep repeating basic instructions and continue to repeat over and over what we need to do and let’s finish this up now.
10 minutes later, I’m 50 minutes past when I should have gone home and 10 minutes past when a guy two levels up the management chain bluntly told me to get off the fucking call. I tell the customer what he needs to do (which is really minor and needs no assistance) and start wrapping up the call.
Wally the Wonderdunce raises a NEW issue and then starts plowing into it.
NO
No sir. Look, I was supposed to go home nearly an hour ago and I’ve been told several times to get off this call. I’ve told YOU several times that I needed to end this call. There really isn’t anything you need me to be doing at this time. If you really need further assistance, CALL BACK and speak to someone else, because I have been told to get off this call and go home.
Absolute stuttering cluelessness on the other end of the line. He was stunned that I was ending the call on him.
Stuck to my guns, advised him I’d emailed the instructions to him nearly an hour before for the basic stuff he kept going over, have a great day, GOODBYE.
Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck. Bets he goes out to the convenience store during rush hour when the place is packed, and with 8 people in line behind him, starts buying scratch off tickets 2-3 at a time, paying for them, and then ordering more, repeat until someone finally says something rude, at which point he will act like he had no idea that there were other people waiting behind him and didn’t mean any harm.
I bank with what used to be Wachovia. Ever since the buyout by Wells Fargo we’been receiving texts, letters, e-mails out the wazoo - “Nothing is going to change” “You can still use your Wachovia card” “Nothing is going to change”. Fine.
Until today my husband goes to the bank to transfer some money from one account to another and “OH! So sorry; you can’t access any of your accounts this weekend. We’re changing from Wachovia to Wells Fargo!”
Well fuck that noise. The Ossahattchee Indian Festival is THIS weekend, buttmunches. It happens once a year. So now I can’t go - and don’t get to see the powwow and don’t get my roasted corn and don’t get to buy any beads.
I am sooooooooo pissed off!
Wow, two Wells Fargo rants in a row!
So I’m buying a house - a nice one, 1,600 sf, inground pool and jacuzzi, hardwood floors, fireplace, granite kitchen tops, all for the low, low price of $130k. I mentioned this in post 49 of this very thread. (Oh, by the way, things at the company are looking better. Financing has been secured and looks like the Big Contract is going to be signed next week).
So I’m doing my financing @ Wells Fargo (WF) and the loan officer couldn’t be a nicer guy. This is an agent-free transaction, negotiated it myself - inspection repairs, closing costs paid by owner, all that stuff, no big deal. Took paperwork to loan officer, he found a few things we forgot to sign on the contract, fixed that, again… no big deal.
So the house financing is OK.
The problem is this guy we’ll call “Tony” because that’s his name - Tony. Tony is a hyperaggressive little shit who has been after me from the moment I walked in, Tony constantly pushing me to open a WF checking account. Because we currently bank at BoA and am largely happy with their service, I told Tony that, honestly, changing checking accounts isn’t high on our priority list right now - let’s get the mortgage done, then we’ll worry about the checking account (and truth be told, it is obviously a better offer than what we get at BoA, but switching checking accounts is a PITA and not something I care to do while working on securing mortgage financing). And, anyway, WF manages my investments (inherited when they bought Wachovia), so it’s not as if I don’t have WF enough in my pockets anyway.
So I have told Tony that I’ll be glad to look at opening up a checking account after the closing. It’s not a priority in my life, OK?
But as I said, he’s a hyperaggressive shit and just won’t let go.
Last Friday he calls me no fewer than four times, leaving three messages, the last call coming in @ 6:54pm.
I met with the mortgage guy on Monday (We’ll call him “Don” because, again, that’s his name), who happened to be meeting with his boss (We’ll call him “Gary” because I don’t remember his name). Gary is a whiz with housing contracts, found a few minor things that Don didn’t catch, so I had to modify the paperwork again. No Big Deal.
But in talking to Don and Gary, I mention that I’m getting tired of the phone calls and emails from Tony about this stupid checking account. They knowingly nod and agree, saying that Tony is a “bulldog” when it comes to securing new business. No problem guys, just get him off my ass, OK?
So Wednesday, I receive an email from Wells Fargo asking me to click this link to start the registration process so I can access my new checking account online, allowing me to enter the Wonderful World of Online Banking. Smelling some phish, I just deleted it and went on my day.
Thursday, I received a second email about my new checking account, and won’t I just please register. Looking at the email more closely, to be honest, it looks like an official WF email - had all the disclaimers, the logo and colors were perfect, the links went to WF websites, etc. So I emailed it to Don, asking him if he knew why I was receiving these emails. His response is “No, never seen these before.”
Today, I get home from my daughter’s soccer game, and guess what is in the mail? My new Wells Fargo debit card! I called up the bank, Tony isn’t there, but the lady to whom I was speaking confirmed:
THAT FUCKER OPENED UP A CHECKING ACCOUNT IN MY NAME WITHOUT MY AUTHORIZATION!
No signature. No authorization. No meeting. No documents reviewed and signed by me. Just a series of harassing phone calls, taking my information off the mortgage application, just to open a checking account.
WTF!?!
I am extremely close to calling this entire thing off and finding another lender. That won’t be a big deal as I am extremely qualifiable, but it will be a pain in the ass to start all over again, delaying the closing another 10-30 days.
I don’t need this. At the very least, I have to file a grievance against Tony because I won’t let this shit stand.
Goddamn it.
Damn, I’d be calling my state’s Attorney General’s office and filing a complaint and even asking if there was some law against opening an account in my name without my approval or signature (oh, I dunno, let’s call it…FRAUD) and could I maybe please file some criminal charges?
Yep. Also call the management and tell them that unless Tony is fired, you are going to bite the bullet, eat the extra 10-30 days delay, and get your loan from somebody he doesn’t work for.
Yup, I’d file a grievance against him. That is so far over the line, the line is a dot to Tony. When we opened a line of credit with our current bank, our agent tried to get us to sign up for a mastercard repeatedly, to the point where I was about ready to snap at him, but he didn’t go behind our backs and sign us up without our knowledge or approval.
And this is why my dad pulled all of his money out of First Union when it was taken over by Wachovia and put it in the local community bank. It is also why one of my BILs now works for a college instead of Wachovia.
Me? When I realized my graduate assistanceship qualified me for a State Employees Credit Union account, I pulled all of my money out of First Citizens and *threw *it at the credit union. There it shall sit until the heat death of the universe.
I’m here to pit time.
My daughter won a 10 person outing to a club with a limo and champagne and she invited me to join her. She was so excited I couldn’t say no and I actually had a pretty good time. The music got progressively louder as the night progressed but I still managed to recognize a fair amout of it and her friends are all very friendly and entertaining.
However, apparently even though I only had one drink dancing in a club for 4 hours kicked my butt so hard that I whined and moaned and napped all day yesterday. When I didn’t go to clubs I could at least console myself with the thought that I could if I wanted to. It’s now clear that it’s not even an option. Getting old sucks.
Seems you can still do the four hour dancing trip, you just have to schedule a day of rest and recovery afterwards.
Yup. We stay up late maybe once or twice a year now, and it knocks us out for days afterwards. We’re not early birds - we usually go to sleep around 12 or 1 am, but any extra hours staying up is just not good for us. Thinking back to my young adult years and partying till four or five then going to work after two hours of sleep - gah. That would KILL me now!
My husband is 38 years old. For some reason, getting him to do something as simple as folding laundry is like pulling teeth on a recalcitrant toddler. I have to blow up and stomp and curse before he does anything, and then get the runaround about why he just needs more time to relax because it’s Sunday night and he didn’t get enough down time over the weekend. The only way humanly possible for him to relax “enough” is to do jack shit exactly nothing for 48 hours straight. Unfortunately, it’s his “job” to cook dinner and put the kids to bed on Saturday night, so that will never happen. He will always and forever whine about having any adult responsibilities that interrupt his precious relaxation time.
Surely you can file some sort of criminal charges against him. Surely. Because this is just SO over the top that I’m hitting my head against a wall here.
I stayed up until 5AM once in my life. I couldn’t even do that when I was younger. Ironically, I sleep less now; when I was young, I regularly slept 10-12 hours, now, I like to sleep 6-8 on a good night.
I don’t see how his being 38 has anything to do with it, some people are just like that, like me, and I’m only 32. But I don’t have a wife and kids.
It’s that time of year again. Oh yes it is, you knew this was coming sooner or later. This is one of the required annual bitchfests. It’s written in Internet Law somewhere, I remember looking it up back in 1997.
I was in Lowe’s yesterday. October 15. I needed to buy a couple more lengths of molding, because I’m apparently too much of a dumbass to divide room perimiter by board length properly. But this isn’t about my math. They have the Christmas displays up in the “seasonal” section. Are you fucking kidding me? Did I mention, OCTOBER 15?? Even Wal-Mart doesn’t have them up yet.
Crabtree Valley Mall has already deployed the giant reindeer at one of the mall entrances. The rest of the decorations are stacked in a staging area in front of the former Crate & Barrel.
I take it you haven’t seen the new Avon commercial? “Just in time for the holiday season!” No, just no.
My minirant for today (although I doubt it will be the only one, I’ve only been awake for an hour):
I was so proud of myself. We had a bad leak under the kitchen sink. I decided rather than taking it apart and replacing the washers, I would just buy a new faucet and install it myself, as the old one was a cheapy and lived a good life. So I did. I have never undertaken a repair like that, and have issues with anything water related (we’ve had more than a few floods from faucets, the sewer, the water heater cracked). I did it. Whacked my head a few times and Moen and their “easy snap” attachment can kiss my big white ass, but I did it.
In talking to my brother in law, I mentioned I was proud of myself for changing out the faucet. “So, when am I coming over to fix whatever you fucked up?”
My husband threw the same tantrum, except he actually did do chores all weekend long. He’s so Type A, he can’t deal with wasted time. Then he’s pissed at everyone because no one works as hard as he does. And he won’t delegate. I’m worn out just from trying to keep up.
I swear I’d almost rather have that problem!!! Instead, I get the “I can’t find my clean pants” bit halfway through the week, because “pile of clothing in the laundry basket” does not equal “needs to be washed/dried/put away” in his head. It’s like there’s a magical fairy who does it all instead of ME taking care of it when I get home from work.
Don’t even get me started on the rest of the house … he cleaned the bathrooms on 9/23 because we were having company. OTOH, I cleaned the kitchen, living room, and 2 of the 3 bedrooms (the 3rd is the boys’ playroom - we just close the door). I’ve cleaned the bathrooms 2 or 3 times since then, but he still wants a fucking medal because he cleaned the bathrooms when we cleaned up together. Almost a month ago!
I swear I’m ready to take the wireless router and his laptop over to my mom’s house and say they’re not coming back until we figure this shit out.