You’d think that, wouldn’t you? I mean, if someone approached ME for help, I would want to know what they had already tried. And I would want to know all their questions at once, so I can address them comprehensively, rather than having an endless stream of “and another question” and needing to backtrack and re-evaluate previous answers based on new information.
However, long hard experience has shown me that if I send out an email asking for info or help that is more than two sentences long or contains more than one question, I don’t get a response. I have a mental list of people who will actually respond to a detailed email. Everyone else gets the details once they’re already sucking into discussing the issue.
I think people just see an email of more than 10 words and even the friendliest, most helpful people think “ooh, that looks complex. I’ll think about it later.”
I hate it when I click on a link for an online video, and I get some retarded slide show. But it’s not really just a slide show because, look, we panned over this still photograph, zoomed in on that still photograph, ans zoomed out on the other still photograph. Oh! And listen! Hear that music? That’s the background music for the video.
And there’s also the people like Idiot Boss, who see one word and latch onto it like a hungry bulldog with a toothache. If the word “green” appears anywhere in the document, it goes to Finance, never mind that the request involves making a logo print in green And when Finance points out they don’t do printers, they’re told that “green” is theirs and they must handle it.
Oh hi, Off by One! I see you’re getting my employer’s instructional videos (well, ok, only about half of them are like that)…
One of my hobbies is looking at properties on-line.
Well, apparently one agent in an area I’ve been looking at is a colossal douchebag photographer. 56 pics. In fucking pairs. The first one is a shot of something, the very next one is a slightly closer shot of the same thing. Repeat all the way through.
It’s like some goddamned bad stop motion 3-d thing. Makes me think of the old SCTV “3D House of Stewardesses”, but really bothers my eyes.
You are the 1%! No, not that 1% … So many people believe what the HSUS and ASPCA tell them about pet overpopulation when in most areas of the country it just isn’t true. Except for feral cats, which shouldn’t be lumped in with shelter numbers but usually are. Rural areas are still a problem, and I wish urban shelters would ship those animals in instead of ones from overseas.
I support a local cat rescue that does TNR, but other than them and our county shelter which doesn’t import dogs from Mexico (yet), I wouldn’t touch any of the other hundreds of rescues around here.
I’ve seen this kind of thing at funerals, and what bugs me is that the panning and zooming seem to be random. That is, you’ll get a nice shot of the deceased with, say, his young children, and then it’ll start zooming and you think maybe it will zoom to his face, but instead you get his crotch or something. The panning/zooming is not just superfluous, but counter-productive. I’d rather just see an ordinary slide show.
A redundant and very mini rant: Is it required that a person be an idiot to work as a supermarket bagger? Yes, I know he/she is young and probably paid a pittance. However, “paper only” does not mean “put the paper bag in a plastic bag.” “Please keep all the cold things together” means that the meat, fish and frozen foods go in the same bag. And no, you don’t need to put the 25+ pound box of cat litter in a bag. If it would even fit. Finally, it’s a good idea to put the heavy things like canned goods on the bottom and the squashable things like bread on the top.
you had to go there, didn’t you?
Yesterday at Target, where the cashier is the bagger, so I expect a certain level of competency:
Me: “Please don’t put that raw chicken in with my fresh fruit.”
Her: “Sure, whatever.”
She put the raw chicken in with the bathroom-cleaning chemicals. Brilliant.
My own rant today is about the ladies’ room line at big events.
Yes, we have been in line for 15 minutes to take our rightful turn. I get it that you reeeeeeeeallllllly have to go. That doesn’t make it ok to go crazy at the ones who mistook the exit for the entrance and legitimately thought the line was short. Either ask them nicely to go to the end, or do them a favor and let them in. After 15 minutes waiting, what’s one more person ahead of you? Crazy drunk ladies would rather start an idiot catfight than be nice to someone.
While I’m on it, let me say it again. Anything that doesn’t have to happen in the stall, shouldn’t happen in the stall. Put your makeup on, do up your belt, repack your purse, after you get done. Keep the line moving, people!
If it weren’t a capital offense now, I’d just hit the men’s room and have it done with.
Every time I get a grocery bagger/cashier who bags logically, I either fill out the on-line survey, singing praises and naming names, or I find a manager and commending the employee. Seriously, I can tell you the names of the good ones at my usual stores! And I make it easy - I load my purchases on the conveyor in logical bagging order. You’d actually have to work harder to get it wrong! (But that doesn’t stop poor Kaleb at the little neighborhood store!)
I put in my card and it tells it is checking my preferences. IT IS NOT! I know this because it then prompts me to tell it if I want English or Spanish. THAT would be one of my preferences, dammit!
Not bad credit, which is bad, but NO credit, which is apparently worse. Never had a student loan (full scholarship for undergrad, parents happily paid the 2 years in-state tuition for the masters they wanted me to have) or a car note (parents bought me a car in college, ran it into the ground and am currently simply sans car) and since I was in debt after The Other Shoe died, my parents signed my grieving nonfunctional ass for a credit counseling service, which negotiated down my interest rate in return for closing my 2 cards, so I have no credit cards either. (Also can’t take out a mortgage for several years.)
No open lines of credit. At all.
I’m trying to move and this is really screwing things up for me. Already got turned down for one rental house … Ironically it’s in a part of Dallas that my mom insists is filled with “those people” (yep her words) so I at least got the fun of telling her that her pwecious daughter isn’t considered good enough to live to live among the poor and the swarthy skinned.
Try signing up with credit karma. It does not cost you anything and will recommend cards that will approve you. They aren’t the best cards in your position and will have low limits and high interest rates but if you open them and use them and pay them off you will start building credit. You don’t have to carry a balance, just use them for everyday purchases and pay them off. It doesn’t take too long to start increasing your credit lines and you will start a credit history and build it up. Hope this helps, and that your rough times smooth out soon!
No wonder you are pulling your hair out PHS! I would have thought that not having a bad credit history would be a good thing, cause not having a credit history means that nothing bad has happened.
My rant: My BB hurt his back. He refuses to see his doctor about it and is just gimping around and whining. When I call him on it because he’s staggering around holding bookcases and walls, he says that he fine.
He’s NOT fine! He’s in pain and is trying to play the man card when I can see that my worried wife card will trump it. If he’s not better by Sunday night, we will either go out in the backwoods so I can shoot him or he will go to the doctor Monday morning.
As to Lucky, our vet said that an ultra sound would just say where the growth was, not what it was. The old guy is not going to have exploratory surgery. When he starts having more bad days than good ones, we will say good bye.
Bill might need to see a vet if he doesn’t start having more good days. Or something. I love him and can’t stand to see him in pain.
Okay, first world problems and all that, but I just saw a Subway commercial that pisses me off.
Two used car dealers are speaking, and one has a Subway sandwich. - YouTube
According to the commecial they can’t be honest because, hey, look at what they do for a living.
I’ve fired off the usual angry note to Subway, to which I expect no reply. Because I’m in such a snit I told them that though I like their sandwiches I won’t eat there anymore.
But see, I knew a man who dealt in used cars, my beloved father, and he was as honest as the day is long. It’s insulting for a company to imply otherwise. I’m so tired of an entire occupaqtion being wiped with the broad brush of negativity like that.
Yes, this. My coworker did this at a friend’s suggestion when she had to purchase a new-to-her vehicle. Carrying a revolving balance scares her to death so she uses her card judiciously and pays it off automatically. The only issue with that is that many creditors will ding you because you’re not showing you’re capable of carrying a revolving balance; ergo, it’s to your benefit to, say, payt off 3/4ths of it and leave a minimum balance – say, $20 – to carry over to the next billing cycle.
Dude, she lives in Scotland, you think she has* air-con*?
My rant du jour; at the end of the month, there’s a week long event a bunch of my friends are going to. I was initially planning to go, but decided I couldn’t afford both that and a later planned trip. Fair enough, the later one was more important.
Then a few weeks back, I basically found out the later one wasn’t happening (or at least is indefinteky postponed), so I actually could afford this event, if I got a move on to organise it all. I asked at work if I could get the time off, and was told that should be OK, we were getting a summer temp (a student who worked there last year) who was hunting extra shifts. So, I started getting all excited, start planning everything, just waiting to get confirmation on exactly what dates I can get off before booking.
And waiting…
It’s been a week, and the guy has apparently dropped off the face of the earth. He’s not replying to anything, and I need to get this booked by the end of the week or the price shoots up 'cos it starts on the 30th and I need to get to Holland. Assuming I can go at all.
Then I’m feeling terrible about getting upset about such a petty thing, because a friend who was also thinking of going lives in Ankara… I think I’d much rather not be able to come because of shift problems.
Someone new must have moved in next door, as they’ve been playing their music very loudly today. I would very much like to smash their stereo with a sledgehammer.
And when Finance points out they don’t do printers, they’re told that “green” is theirs and they must handle it.
