Not a rant, but one of my general questions to the universe.
Why do products that would benefit from zip lock bags not have them (most breakfast cereals) while products that don’t need them do? (socks, phone chargers, usb cables)
Update- I found the screw shortly after my post. It is a piece of metal roughly the size of a grain of rice. The pattern on my kitchen floor makes it hard to find things. The mess and clutter make it harder. Finding that screw without having to use a magnet or a flashlight is incredible.
Dad? Is that you?
Please not another surprise kid.
I pit modern dishwashers with poor visual cues as to their status.
Good old dishwashers used to have dials that would tell you where they were in the cycle and when they were done. And they made a heap of noise so you knew they were operating. Even ones newer than that had lights on the front. But the NEW new ones? Nah, the buttons are touch sensitive on the top edge of the door, which become hidden by the counter overhang when the door is shut. Also, they are very very quiet, so you don’t have an aural cue that they are running. The only indication that they are on is red light illuminating a spot on the floor under the door. Frankly, rather obscure if you don’t know to look for it.
I say this because - we just spent a week with family and many did not quite get the dishwasher status indicator. I would start the dishwasher and inevitably someone would open it while it was running, not knowing that it was running. Then they would shut the door again without pushing the button to resume the cycle, not expecting that that was necessary. I didn’t want to be the dishwasher nazi and crank at everyone about it. So it ended up as a constant game of me seeing that dishwasher had stopped before completing, finding out that it was still in “pause” mode, and having to push the button to resume the cycle.
These were all smart capable people, so I blame the dishwasher designers who have created machines that are not providing users with intuitive status indicators.
Did you not install the app to monitor the status of the wash cycle?
Or did you fail to follow the dishwasher’s Twitter feed, or join it’s FB page?
Obviously you are the weakest link in this chain.
If I signed up to use your service ot buy your stuff online, then don’t force me to talk to you on the phone for ANY REASON WHAT SO FUCKING EVER when the transaction could be done in a fraction of the time online. I hate being compelled to keep EEE-NUN-SEE-ATE-ING and REE-PEE-TING and S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G my name and email, both of which are difficult. (My name is my name, but why is my email difficult? Because in 2003 when I set it up nobody ever imagined that we would ever have to verbally give out emails to people. It was a computer thing. )
This rantette was inspired my my spending over 90 minutes on the phone to get an old mobile unlocked. About 45 minutes of that was waiting for someone to take my call, and the rest was repeatedly doing everything I listed above to a CSR with a strong accent. Oh, and she sounded like the teacher in the old Peanuts animated cartoons so I could barely understand her either.
So I spent most of yesterday waffling about whether or not it was a real problem or if I was just being dramatic.
Turns out it was real! And now I have some antibiotics that will hopefully kill the infection. Meanwhile, I must endure the pain of nursing a baby while having mastitis.
I read mastitis as “mass-titties” and just nod along, sounds painful for everyone involved.
We have three Samoyed dogs in the main part of the house-- adults Wu and Noelle, and growing puppy Eve.
And just about every time Little Stevie, one of my roommates, sees Eve, he calls her a mountain goat. Repeatedly. Like six times, and it’s getting on my fucking nerves.
“Look at you, lil’ mountain goat! Eve, you little mountain goat! Mountain goat Eve! You’re such a little mountain goat!”
Stevie, SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Add Ore-Ida (and other brands) tater tots and frozen French fries to your list. We never use a whole bag at once, and the thick plastic bag is a pain to use a twist tie on.
Another prime example.
I roll the end down on those and throw a piece of freezer tape on them.
I favor popping the package into a suitable-size Ziploc.
Same, except I bought some strong metal bag clips which keep it closed.
Not exactly this but close.
https://www.amazon.com/Silver-Clamps-Kitchen-Crafts-Inches/dp/B083JM5P6T/
Getting ready to head out of town on vacation today, I stop to fill my gas tank (no, that’s not my rant) then across the street to the bank to get some cash from the ATM. I stick my card in, it sucks it in, says “Please wait…” then instead of going to the screen where I enter my PIN, it goes back to the “Please insert or tap card” screen. And it will NOT give it back, no matter what I try.
I started freaking out, because I needed to head to the airport within the next hour or so, there’s no one in the bank, and I had no idea how I was going to get my card back but there was no way I was leaving without my card.
I called my wife and explained the situation, asked her to call the customer service # on her card, and see what I could do. Meanwhile I’m waiting for someone else to pull up behind me, thinking if they try to use the ATM it might jog my card loose. But no such luck.
But there is a happy ending. Staring at the card slot that said “Tap or insert here”, I thought “What if I try another card?” So I pulled a credit card out of my wallet (different bank), tap it, and suddenly it pops up with the “Enter PIN” prompt, along with a button that says “Cancel and Return Card”. So I did that and out popped my card! Then I was able to tap my ATM card and complete my transaction.
Still, ranting because don’t fucking DO that to me!
So I saw my (ex) boyfriend sunday night. He said hed call me later. He usually doesnt.
So i felt like I needed to catch up on sleep and turned my phone off.
I am guessing he called and got upset about that, since he didnt call monday and I left 2 voicemails.I was walking home from the corner store tuesday and his brother was at a store I passed. He offered to drop me off, and I told him I was tired of the crap his brother puts me through. I never mind helping him physically, but the emotional crap gets to me. He said his brothers always been a jerk(not to friends, but family and others) long before the MS.
It just confirmed what I’d thought and I had a realization. I dont deserve this, and dont have to put up with it.
Its like I Finally got self esteem.
In the past week before this, hed call and say, come feed me, or do my laundry. He used to say and I want to spend time with you.
Yes, I am truly done.
You wont believe what I put up with, especially the time we tried to have sex and he threw a tantrum because his ankle itched and the blanket touched his leg ruining the mood for him.
I applaud your decision and wish you the best of luck.
Thank you. I went downstairs last night to the vending machine, and he was leaving his apt.(his brother had come to take him to the grocery store). I said, what is your problem, but got no reply. Im sure hell call when he wants me to heat up food, or do laundry, but Im not doing it for free.
Quite mini compared to some of y’alls stuff, but at the ripe old age of 40-mumbledy years old, I woke up to discover a painful zit developing next to my chin.
WTF I’m way too old for this shit!
I’m 52 this month, and still keep some benzoyl peroxide on hand just in case.