I pit - Not being able to remove a removable drive because apparently something is using it, even though there are NO APPLICATIONS OR WINDOWS OPEN!!!
Microsoft, Please die quickly and if possible can you do it in agonising pain too?
edit: “Assburger’s Syndrome” That made me lol. I haven’t thought of that before. That is uncharacteristic of me.
I telecommute daily. How is it that my co-workers, who are two time zones away, continually annoy the hell out of me? Even when they call in “sick”. Yeah, right. Just let me handle technical support for all of Canada for an entire day by myself.
And I am tired of being nice and helpful on the phone for my job when talking with people who call technical support for help and then don’t listen. WTF?!
I have asked the receptionist that if she ever finds she cannot get me by phone she is to call 911, just in case I have an aneurysm from sheer frustration.
(At least we have cushy extended health benefits and I carry disability insurance).
I’m going to give one tired rant, that has been festering for five years.
Five years, since my husband’s band broke up. Five years, since I have in fact reclaimed the front room of my house as my own. And for those five years, I have had drum shit taking up precious storage space in my shack. The guy just won’t get his shit. My husband won’t take it to him, because he doesn’t want to see the guy (former best friend turned backstabber - band drama, ugh). I just want it OUT OF MY HOUSE. I have one whole year at least before I can move into a place that isn’t a glorified garage, yet my life keeps expanding while my domicile seems to shrink.
Anyone want a drum kit? It’s Ludwig/DW/Sabian. With cases.
Yes, except my wife would kill me, and so potentially would the actual “owner” of the gear. But outside of that, yes please! 
Doesn’t your husband and the ex-friend still have maybe a mutual friend that could deliver the stuff to the drummer?
I was hoping to ask his girlfriend (since we are erstwhile drinking buds) if she wouldn’t mind taking it, but out of nowhere two weeks ago she dumped him and ran off to freakin’ Norway.
Craigs List!
Sell it and mail him the cheque (after one final registered letter giving him a reasonable time to come pick it up - to cover your ass if he decides to sue for the cost of the drums). Five years is far too long to provide free storage for something as big as a drum kit, but after a certain point, it becomes your fault too.
Well, I’ll buy the cymbals, then. 
I got 4 pins for the snow blower. I just can’t get the other items on this shopping trip. I hate this shit hole town. Nobody has the sand paper sheets I need. I can’t buy whole sheets and cut them to size, because nobody has full sheets. Some of the local stores sell electric sanders but no sandpaper even. The grocery store once again can’t take any electronic payments for groceries. the stupid system they use has always been shit and unreliable. No food for me today. Five stores and I only got one thing. I have a couple things that have been on the list for a couple months. I hate this town and want to live on a tropical island.
Until a couple months ago, I owned a house on a intersection. People would put sale signs on my yard on the corner so people could see. No problem.
Many, however, wouldn’t thake down the signs. I would take them down and put them in my garage. After a few weeks (one case a year later :D) I would put them up on their yard.
Great fun
Listen, Mom.
You know I love you, and I love my sister. But I am NOT going to go to Manhattan for a week during the Christmas season (or at any time) because the two of you want to stay in expensive hotels and shop in expensive shops. I don’t like shopping. I don’t like expensive hotels. I don’t particularly like traveling. I don’t particularly like big cities. I don’t like having “girl trips.”
No, I’m not spending any money that I don’t have on a trip I don’t want going a place I don’t want to go with people I love but don’t want to live with.
And then you turn around and say, “Well, maybe I won’t give you a choice.” Excuse me? EXCUSE ME? You think any goddamn thing you say can MAKE me go to Manhattan to waste metric shit tons of money aside from your own imminent demise? And when I say imminent I mean you better show me how you won’t live past Christmas and you’d better have not just a note from your doctor but a sworn affidavit from every damned doctor in the region?
I’ll say it again and I’ll make it short. I’m not going. I’d rather get my face amputated.
Great. My mini-rant just made me even more furious than I was before. Mini-rant backlash!
This ranks right up there with “I’d rather snorkel in raw sewage” as Awesome Quotes Learned from The Dope.
SNOW, DAMMIT!!!
This is a fucking ski resort town. My job is at said resort. Without snow, we’re fucked! Everybody’s starting to get a bit antsy. People who are supposed to come ski are calling us and they’re starting to get bitchy, as if we could just make it happen. The snowmaking machines are cranked up to 11 but it’s been fucking warm, which as you can imagine slows down the process considerably.
All we need is a good solid snowstorm! It’s December! Where the fuck is the SNOW?
So where is Mt. Obama? Florida?
Oh, I’d forgotten my location. Perhaps I should change it.
I’m in Idaho, for heaven’s sake.
Ya know, you bleeping morons at my mother-in-law’s doctor’s office, you need to stop cancelling her fucking appointments! Oh, and if you do have to cancel, how about you fucking CALL us to let us know?!?
I have to drive all over the fucking valley to get to work, then come home and pick her up, take her over to your POS office, whereupon you inform us that “Doctor is at a conference”. Bullshit. You say you called my cell phone yesterday to cancel. Bullshit.
For your fucking information, cell phones have the ability to actually show all calls received, missed and made. You did NOT call my cell phone.
If “Doctor” had a conference scheduled for today, I seriously doubt he just registered for it fucking yesterday. You/he knew about it in plenty of time, but you just dicked around like you always do and a. procrastinated about calling us, b. DIDN’T call us, and c. lied about it.
You guys suck frog dick. You’re the same group of thumb-sitters who couldn’t read a fucking straightforward instruction from one doctor to make an appointment with another doctor. It’s a miracle my mother-in-law is still alive; the cancerous tumor on her adrenal gland grew fucking 7 centimeters while you guys labored to find your asses and pull your thumbs out of them and make a fucking appointment with a surgeon.
I honestly don’t know how some of you manage to find your way back from the restroom.
I am relatively new to the BBQ pit. And I must say: I love it!
Maybe I should not admit this, but what the hell. I love reading the mini-rants. They just crack me up. I have felt your frustrations and anger, please believe me. But somehow, it a wierd, twisted way, I just love these.
Is this because, as they say, “Misery loves company”? Or is it that “Fools seldom differ”?
No matter. Please carry on…
jsgoddess, “I won’t give you a choice” may translate into ‘Free ticket to NYC’.
They usually make me feel better - I spew here, and forget about it and go on with my life. It’s especially good for the frustrations in my life that I have absolutely no control over, like other drivers.
Abraca Deborah - come on in! The water’s fine! And hot! Like Radium!