It absolutely does, but I don’t want to go to New York so it might as well be “free ticket to the in-laws’.”
I remembered my mini-rant - there is a commercial I keep seeing about how these fabulous new headlights are 30% brighter; I keep thinking, “Great - I’m not being blinded by the lights on all the big vehicles around me glaring directly in my eyes enough already - they have to jack up the wattage by 30 PER CENT!” Once again, I come to the conclusion that everyone else’s personal safety is much more important than mine. Sucks to be me, I guess.
And all these friggin’ little flies in my house are driving me out of my tree. I have two cats - why are they not eating all the little bastards? Lazy little assholes.
We will be moving to a new city in about 3 days. How many 'effing boxes is it going to take? We already have a storage pod (16ft long, 10 ft high, and 8ft wide) FULL of stuff. Now we are packing up the last of it, but it just. never. ends. And we have no kids… it is just the two of us. How the hell did we manage to amass such a holy mountain of… stuff??
Please. Make it stop. 
Drivers:
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If you get into a turn lane, drive 200 feet, and then turn your signal on 10 feet from the actual turn, YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!
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It’s starting to get wintery in these parts. Once again I am forced to remind you that you are not in a submarine. Clear ALL the frost and snow from your windows. Who the hell wants to blind themselves when they drive!?
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In a related note, would you please clear all the snow from your vehicle, so it doesn’t come flying off in sheets and bricks and hit me while I’m driving beside you. That’d be just super, thankseversomuch.
FYI, relating to item (2), people don’t appreciate it if you reach over from your car with a ice scraper and try to clean their windows. But the guy behind you will think it’s fucking hilarious. Trust me on this.
Even if it doesn’t do that, it will come off in a giant swirling cloud behind you. (Do you think the snow magically disappears? Trust me, it goes somewhere!). There is a reason I choose not to drive in blizzard-like conditions with 6-inch visibility; please don’t create them for me when I least expect them.
This? I would love. Think you could reach the wipers that get iced up while driving, too? Thanks.
I feel your pain. I started divesting myself of stuff for exactly that reason–I’m terrified to move!
Okay, external test lab. I accepted that you charged me $12,000 for four calorimetry tests. I was understanding when the three week timeframe dragged on for over six weeks. I was getting slightly annoyed when you assured me the report would be done two weeks ago, then before the holiday last week, then surely by this Monday… and I finally got it Tuesday. End of the day. Fine.
But. It is a 40-page report, of four tests. That you had weeks and weeks to write.
NOTHING IS LABELED YOU TURD-MONKEYS!!!
Cripes, you’ve got twenty pages of graphs, with not ONE damn indication of which sample or which test they go with. $12,000 for THIS? I think not. I’ll go buy our own damn calorimeter, and you all can go hang with the unemployment lines.
I feel your pain. The last time I moved I had 18 30 gallon trash bags full of stuff I donated to goodwill. I try to remember that when I have the urge to buy more crap.
Alright, assmonkeys. I’ve been seeing a lot of this lately. And it’s really pissing me off.
Let’s talk about competitiveness and driving. One can make a somewhat coherent argument for the benefits of fighting to get through traffic first. I happen to believe that such arguments are falsifiable outside of those areas where being less aggressive means you’ll never move Boston but I will admit that there might be some merit to them.
However, when a two lane road comes to an intersection, there is no fucking benefit, whatsoever, to having the car on the left move forward at the light so that the car on the right doesn’t get ahead of the car on the left. Especially when the car on the right is moving forward to try to see around the SUV/Minivan/Full-sized Van on the left. It’s not a race, it’s not jockeying for position, it’s just trying to get to one’s destination in a timely and safe manner.
Don’t think that everything is about you!
(And if you’re at the intersection planning to turn left, not go straight, why the fuck do you care in the first place?)
I’m pitting a frustrating and stressful confluence of events.
First, Mrs. Cheesesteak happens to have poor “front door” skills being way to willing to engage with strangers who ring the bell. Couple that with some unpleasant family news which has her very distracted, and a pair of door to door salesmen will find her a willing customer. These particular salesmen are selling natural gas, namely having our utility buy gas from their company instead of the default supplier. So, the Mrs. gets our gas bill, and winds up on the phone, and changes the supplier without really thinking it through.
Ok, I’m annoyed, and call the company to change it back, but it seems to be all set. Then, I get ready to go out and do some shopping, and our car keys aren’t on the hook where they normally are. The hook being in the foyer where this NatGas conversation took place, the foyer where the salesmen were left alone while my wife got the gas bill…
After 20 minutes of frantic searching, and plans being made to barricade the house and get all of our locks (home & car) changed, we locate the keys in the baby’s carseat. Naturally enough, when I go out shopping, I pass the two salesmen walking from house to house elsewhere in the neighborhood, I bet they had no idea we thought they were common criminals.
I’ve had it with the stupidity of the phrases I hear on craig’s list ads for used cars. (owners and dealers)
“All highway miles”? Unless you LIVE and WORK on the highway, all your miles cannot be highway miles. Even if they are mostly highway miles, so the fuck what??? If you are Southern California, being on the highway is a lot like driving on the surface streets. Just as much stop and go on both!
“Special price! This won’t last long!”? Really? If people don’t want to buy it at the ‘special’ price, you afre going to raise it? Yeah, that’ll clear your inventory!:rolleyes:
And dammit, STOP LYING ABOUT THE MILEAGE!! I’m not taking your word for it anyway. I check it here: Compare Cars Side-by-Side
That’s one of the mysteries of moving house - I swear on the Bible that I do not live in a house with 10 - 15 bags of garbage in it, yet when we move, somehow we take 10 - 15 bags of garbage out of the house. On the other hand, moving is a great time for evaluating and winnowing possessions (“I haven’t seen this in five years, and I haven’t missed it - how much do I really need it?”).
My sisters, who have had their last help for moves from us, do not do this apparently - to them, a move means EVERY SINGLE THING IN THE HOUSE GETS PACKED UP AND MOVED. It doesn’t, however, mean that they actually GET everything packed up before everyone shows up to help them move. These are two of the reasons that we have helped them move for the last time.
Good lord, featherlou, I think either of those reasons would be enough to never help your sisters move again.
IE7…
“Always allow popups from this site” /means/ “Always allow popups from THIS SITE!”.
It doesn’t mean “Allow popups from this site this time, but not next time I open a browser window, even though I was at this site only an hour or so ago”
It means that yes, I trust this site. It’s my university site. Where I do studying. I typed the URL in myself, so I haven’t been phished. So when I say “always allow popups” you should not be freaking out every damned time I try to log in again!
Firefox doesn’t give me this much grief.
Also, where’s the history gone?
Wait, I just found it. Why the HOLY HELL is “History” Under the “favourites” star on the bar? History is not the same as favourites, they should not be under the same goddamned heading!
Just reading this made me grind my teeth. Even more than the ride to the airport, asking someone to help you move is the ultimate request. When I had a truck I was often asked to help. No problem, my fee is pizza and beer BUT if I show up and you are not packed I will turn around and go home. And packed means in sealed boxes and taped up where appropriate. It does not mean flimsy open boxes filled with paper, dishes, pet toys and knick knacks.
Ack. My blood pressure just went up thinking about this.
Dear Gideons: You’re Christian. Great. Congratulations for you. You’re also old and apparently don’t have a job which prevents you from inexplicably descending en masse on my school* and feel very very strongly about handing out your propaganda. Super. If someone says ‘no thank you,’ that means that person isn’t interested. If you tell them that they look stressed and that your magic little book will help and the person again says no, that means they are not fucking interested. If you then try to tuck the damn book into that person’s bag in case they change their mind, they’re going to drop it on the floor and tell you to go to hell.
*Dear college administration: Seriously, why the fuck are you okay with letting religions proselytize in a completely unavoidable area on campus? We’re not a public university, this is private land, so you’re free to tell them to fuck off. You know that 3/4 of the students here have already read the damn bible anyway, so seriously, what the fuck?
I learned something new and irritating at Safeway this afternoon - if you have one or two items that you picked up while you were waiting for your prescription to be filled, you can no longer pay for them with your prescriptions. To forestall the inevitable people who are going to want to come in here and tell me that they could never do that, so I should just suck it up, my response to you is that I USED to be able to do that, and now I can’t, so now I am a little bit peeved at duplicating my efforts in Safeway. I’m sure it was the jerks who like to ruin things for everyone who ruined this for everyone by abusing it by trying to pay for big orders at the prescription counter. Ruiners.
Whoa. That sucks. I will not be a happy camper if I have to pay for my Rx and my tube of toothpaste at two separate counters. I wonder if that is a new Safeway thing or just that clerk that day at that store?
I know you have issues. I’ve known for a while.
When 6 people attempt to phone in to a conference call, and 5 of them have a nice conversation (that includes wondering where person 6 is), and person 6 is all alone on his call, it is highly probable that person 6 misdialed.
Now, everyone dials a wrong number now and again. It happens to the best of us. But what makes you the tool that you are are your bizarre attempts to berate the other people on the call (who conferenced in successfully) after the fact. When told, politely, that everyone was on the call, screeching about how they unprofessional they were (for what? dialing correctly?) is stupid. When it is suggested that perhaps you misdialed, going off for 5 minutes about your phone dialling prowess…makes you an utter ass.
I’m sorry that you fat fingered a phone call and that you wasted your time. But really, there’s nothing I could do about that. Next time, the 1 is the button in the upper left hand corner.
The Gideons who show up at my school are very polite, won’t give you a Bible if you tell them no, and wish you a good day anyway. Then again, we do have a Yelling Preacher who stands in the middle of campus twice a week and screams about how we’re all going to hell because we’re all clearly FORNicators for going to a coeducational university.