I love the coffee shop down the road from my work. It’s got a nice vibe and yummy fair-trade coffee and is really inexpensive, all things considered. I worked in coffee shops for a long time and this one really makes me feel at home.
So much so that I resent the manager on behalf of the poor part-time staff. She acts like a corporate drone, who takes direction from clueless management about stupid things that customers actually hate, and interferes with the work of her part-time staff who run the place and actually know what they’re doing. You can cut the tension with a knife when she enters the room, it is obvious that they can’t stand her, and I can fully understand why.
No I don’t want my cookie warmed up in your nasty microwave. I don’t want a snack with my coffee. I’m not interested in your POS display or your overpriced coffee mugs or your “accessories” that may or may not have anything to do with coffee but which can certainly be procured for a better price from the mall down the street. Instead I am a little annoyed that you’ve spent so much time selling all this stupid crap to the customer in front of me, now my quick coffee break is being delayed because instead of getting me my coffee, you are running to the basement to accommodate some excessive customer need that they didn’t know they had until you sold them on it because Corporate told you to so that you could get your bonus.
She’s clearly absorbed the “customer is always right” bullshit so much that it makes me uncomfortable the way she sucks up to me when I’m only in there getting a brew. It is completely over the top and unnecessary, especially considering the depths of her idiocy.
But the straw that breaks the camel’s back is this: They have a really good Tanzanian coffee on sometimes. And every time I order it she corrects my pronunciation. Or rather, every fucking time I order it she mis-corrects my CORRECT pronunciation.
What happened to “the customer is always right,” bitch?
Library policy at my university makes very clear that library computers are intended for research and other work-related activities. People who need them for such activities have priority over students who want to send emails or use Facebook or play on message boards.
Does your library not have a similar policy? If not, maybe you should bring this up with the head librarian.
The current nature of the problem for me revolves around the fact that I’m being told we’re going to do something ‘social’, and then get the bait-and-switch. I’m trying to be as understanding as humanly possible: My friends are going through a very tough period right now, and have explained to me (understandably) that WoW is a catharsis or escape psychologically… I try to be supportive. But I’d really like my friends back.
Their little plastic coffee stirrers are an inch shorter than the height of their coffee cups. So the only way to stir up the sugar and cream is to scald the first inch of my fingers.
Fucking Kelly fucking A----…stop writing my phone number on account applications. It was just a minor annoyance when the number was newly mine and I assumed that you really had it before me, but it’s been four fucking years. This morning a caller confirmed that you gave the number when you opened this particular past due account THIS year. Oh, and pay your fucking bills. Stop opening accounts you can’t pay. It’s irrefuckingsponsible.
I seem to have a strange, minor, chronic medical condition. It does nothing but cause me enormous pain once in a (long) while. As it is periodic, and far from life-threatening, I haven’t thought to ask a doctor. I have never heard of anything like it, and my google searches turn up nothing.
After fifteen years of this I have finally decided to mention it to my doctor at my next appointment. But my next appointment is not until next month and I want to know now! Now, dammit! What’s wrong with my nose??? Owwwww!
Driveways in congested areas open to the the public should look like driveways.
Case in point: UCLA campus. The roads leading into two of the largest parking structures on campus have been widened to several times the width of an ordinary driveway and all tricked out with pretty squares about a yard on a side, marked out with brick. The area inside the squares is an equally attractive pale shade of rose-gray, laid out in concrete.
The result?
It turns out only does form follow function, also that human behavior follows form.
When a driveway isn’t clearly marked out with a median line, red curbs, crosswalks, and asphalt or neutral concrete, people don’t seem to realize it’s a driveway. They saunter carelessly across, as if they were strolling between any two buildings on campus. They take long diagonal routes across, oblivious to the fact that a heavy traffic of cars use the driveway almost constantly, and that they are holding up cars behind them. They meet friends or colleagues in the middle, and stop to talk.
Hey, moron drivers, the light won’t turn green because you creep past the limit line. The light won’t turn green because you creep over the crosswalk lines. If you creep out into the intersection, the light still won’t turn green because of it, though you may get your front bumper clipped because of it. The light doesn’t work like that. Turning green based on the EAGERNESS of drivers to get through the intersection would be absolutely stupid, because morons like you would soon be zipping through intersections to show your eagerness. Morons.
For the love of all that iis holy, moist and oblong, stop barging into a thread and announcing “I haven’t read the whole thread, but I have X to say.”
This is especially annoying if the thread is only a few posts long. What, you’re dyslexic and this is going to cause you discomfort?
It’s still annoying if the thread is several pages long. I can understand if you don’t want to read through the entire thread but, in that case, just keep your opinion to yourself.
Doing this at any time just makes you look like you want to spout of your opinions, thoughts, book learnin’ or whatever and you don’t really want to participate in a message board discussion. It’s especially annoying if the exact same thing or question has already been posted. And saying “I know this might already have been posted” doesn’t help at all.
I wish there was a vehicle for spouting of what you think without necessary participating in an ongoing conversation. Somebody should invent something like that.
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I’lll go back and read this thread.
Fuck you to the asshole that flipped off my 12 y.o. daughter this morning.
Driving my daughter to school, a guy made a right turn, against the red light, directly in front of me. I had to hit the brakes pretty hard, and laid on the horn. A few block further on, I pulled into the left lane and passed him, as he was slowing to turn right. I didn’t look over at him, but my daughter did, and she reported that he gave us the full on, window down, hand extended, f.u., bird. (Because I honked when he pulled out in front of me? That was my fault?)
Last five days or so, cough cough cough. Mainly just at night.
Said coughing kept me up all night last night, and had to get up at 7 for work, so took a nap after work.
Now been coughing ever since I woke up from the nap. And blowing my nose constantly.
Gotta get up when the doc’s office opens to call for an appointment.
Worst thing is, I am going out of town to visit the boyfriend Friday. Need to be well by then. Goddamnit. Why the fuck do I only get sick when I have something important I want to do? I only get sick for: concerts, exams, big parties, when I actually get to see my boyfriend. I don’t get sick the other 95% of the time I’m doing fuckall of importance. This is the last visit we get for awhile that isn’t just Friday night/Saturday/Sunday morning because we get the extra day because of the holiday. I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time. Weather is finally gonna be warm, can barbeque, hit up some bars, have lots o’private time, Guitar Hero, etc. I will be really upset if I am sick and either can’t go or go and feel like shit. And I think my lymph nodes are swollen but I have no idea what the diagnosis will be (if I can even get an appointment…) or if they will be able to do anything for me. Ugh I just wanna cry. But then I would just cough even more.
Fuck my crappy immune system. This is the second time in two months that I’ve been sick. I had a cold and now have bronchitis and can’t stop coughing. I’m not eating or sleeping properly, the apartment is a mess, and I feel completely useless. I miss going to the gym. I miss going outside. My fiance has been taking care of me but then he got sick too, and since I’m slightly less sick it’s my turn to take care of us. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be well.
There isn’t a clear ‘use’ policy beyond no illegal activity or browsing for porn (this is a paraphrase of what was said by the librarian I did speak to - who wasn’t the head librarian. I do plan to speak to someone higher up once my intense essay writing period subsides. If that doesn’t help I’ll publish my whinge in the Uni newspaper. That’ll teach 'em.
Damn the Walgreens down the street, for NEVER having any Diet Coke.
I go there all the time for essentials–chips, Advil, soda, mascara, etc.–because it’s quick and easy and I hate schlepping around Wal-Mart.
And their soda display always has a big gap down the middle. Where the fucking Diet Coke should be.
If you get there after 6 p.m., there isn’t even any Diet Coke left in the coolers. You can’t even get a single serving of the stuff, unless you want a weird version like decaf or the kind made with Splenda. I hate the one made with Splenda. It tastes too much like regular Coke.
I want DIET coke and I want it to TASTE like Diet Coke.
How fucking hard is it to realize that THEY’RE ALWAYS SELLING OUT OF DIET COKE AND MAYBE THEY SHOULD UP THEIR PAR? Is the store manager a total fucking idiot? Does he or she have it in for Diet Coke? Or ar they drinking it all themselves?
And a note to my cats (it’s too bad they can’t read): stop FUCKING meowing! It’s dark out! That means I’m supposed to be sleeping! Unless you’re about to die, SHUT UP!! ARRRRGGGGHHHH! (I have no idea why they were meowing this morning, but it early and I wasn’t getting up. So…)
Why the hell can’t the weather make up its mind? Hot or Cold. Pick one!
We got a box of stuff today at work. In it was supposed to be the spray I need to burn two photographic plates. It wasn’t. It was some weird thing we’ve never used. So now we have to wait another month or so for them to replace it. On top of the month (or more) those orders have already been sitting in my cabinet.
And to the fucktard salesman who just walked by and pounded on the top of my monitor: DIE. Just fucking die, okay?
OK, maybe this isn’t enough for a micro-rant. Maybe it’s only a nano-rant. But I’m going to spend the rest of the morning with the thought in the back of my head: “so what IS holy, moist, and oblong?”
Dammit.
(A bible rescued from the Titanic that’s mysteriously drying veeeeery slowly?)
Fucking menopause. Howinhell am I supposed to tell if I have heart problems if one of menopause’s symptoms is heart palpitations and irregularities? I’ll sit up straight in bed in the middle of the night in a panic because I think there’s something wrong with my heart, then realize that it’s the usual skipping of a beat or pounding that I’ve been getting lately. God forbid if anything ever really goes wrong and I mistake it for just more menopause crap that I’m expected to put up with. It’s not fair.
