I didn’t see a topic similar to this in MPSIMS, but if there is one and I missed it, feel free to point me in it’s direction and delete this one.
Everyone has the little frustrations. The ones that aren’t quite big enough for a full post but something you just need to get OUT. I’m starting this thread for anyone to post their minor frustrations that are driving them a little nuts, as well as for anyone to come in and commiserate with them.
Of course, since I started the thread, I’ve got some minor frustrations to get out.
My van has been in the shop for over two months thanks to faulty transmissions and I just want it back! I’m tired of driving my husband’s only-around-town POS. I want to travel farther than into town.
Hubby’s foot has been hurting for the last 10 days. Which means that, on the super busy week that I have to already be on the road for multiple doctor’s appointments, I have no help getting kids back and forth to school in times when I really just want to rest.
I have to take Hubby to the doctor today because he can’t drive. I was hoping to have time to get cleaning done after getting together with a friend, but I’ll be driving him in to find out what’s wrong (I hope).
The one thing I DID ask hubby to do yesterday, since walking isn’t happening, was to sit with BtY to make sure he got homework done. Guess what didn’t get done? So tonight, I need to do it or accept that it’s not going to get done.
Speaking of getting together with my friend, she had to cancel. I understand, but I REALLY needed conversation with an adult that is not my husband.
I’m sure there will be more frustrations as time goes on, but these are the top of my list right now.
I have foot pain that flares up a few times a year (gout in the right foot, extensor tendonitis in the left). I’m currently pain free, but I know it will happen again.
Damn. When I’m in excruciating foot pain I don’t get out of walking. I’m still expected to carry my full load, but with a severe limp. I’m filing a complaint with the union.
I asked for, and received, a pair of Koolaburra by UGG slippers for my birthday. Yay! Except even though I normally wear a US size 9.5 or 10, and I asked for them in size 10, I couldn’t even get them on my feet (And yes, I did actually receive them in size 10). So I returned them to Amazon and ordered a new pair in size 12. Those fit on my feet at least, but they still felt way too narrow. I do normally wear a wide width shoe, but I figured they’re slippers, they should be roomy. Nope, when I wear them they squish all my toes together so bad I feel like my little toe is going numb. I don’t want to be stuck with uncomfortable slippers, so I’m returning those, too. In theory they make those slippers in a wide width, but no one has them in stock. Not Amazon, not DSW, not Zappos, not Kohl’s, not even the manufacturer’s own online store. So I ordered some different slippers to replace my birthday slippers, even though they’re not the ones I wanted. I know, this is a total first world problem.
I’m happy to think of these as micro-mini-rants for those of us who don’t really venture into The Pit. (Even 20 years ago, the Pit was NOT a place I liked to spend time in.)
Ouch! I’m sorry. My dad has gout and I know how bad his flare-ups can be.
You should! They’re falling down on the job on this! More seriously, Hubby has done a lot of helping me when my back has gotten bad so I just think of it as the give in give and take.
I HATE that. I’ve got wide feet as well and trying to find something that I want when they don’t have WW can be annoying. I hope the ones you ended up with were a good substitute.
As for first world problems, that’s what all mine are too. This is a good place for forest worlds problems.
I have plantar fasciitis, but it has been keeping a low profile for some years. However, a week or so ago it decided to flare up and both feet hurt anytime they’re touching anything - such as the floor or the inside of a shoe. Standing for any length of time on a hard surface is out of the question.
It’s not serious and it’s not as bad as my husband’s gout, but it still as frustrating as hell.
I ordered a par of regular UGGs for my birthday and was very disappointed with them. The leather was so thin that I could probably have stuck a finger (or toe) through it. Because I’ve happily worn UGGs for decades, I sent them back and ordered another of the exact same thing. I’m happier with them but I can sure tell the difference between the leather in the new ones and the leather in my 8 year old UGGS.
OP, I got kicked out of the mini-rants in the Pit because my rants are too mini and boring. If you think you want to throw me out of this one because I’m too mini and boring, please do it by PM instead of in public like before.
Thank you for your kind words, but you don’t read my rants in the Pit anymore because it was so embarrassing to have a long time member tell me to go to the MMP. I’m happy there
But this is hi-jacking and not really rant worthy.
On Facebook, if you post something public, people can share it.
But if they’re not friends with you and they don’t have it set to public, you can’t see who shared it and also can’t see the post or associated comments.
I don’t need to see people’s whole feeds. I appreciate the need for privacy. But it would be nice to at least be able to see who has shared my own posts. I’m working on a fundraiser right now, so making a lot of public posts on my personal page, which are meant to be shared and every one of them has at least a few from mystery people.
But also, from my work/business page, they get shared about a jillion times and people will respond to the shared posts with questions or things that are meant for us, but don’t get back to us. Facebook has a lot of old people on it and they don’t all really understand that you have to comment on the original post.
How’s that for a meaningless micro-mini rant that has no real bearing on anyone’s life?
Those goddam string cheese wrappers. You know how they open. You just have to somehow insert your too-short thumbnail into the non-existent opening between the 2 pressed-together bits of cling film that protect the cheese so you can grasp each side and peel them apart. I have spent literal minutes working over a stupid cheese wrapper. I have occasionally resorted to scissors.
Why can’t they make one of the bits of cling film a little bit shorter than the other so getting at the cheese isn’t so much like a quest for a holy relic?
I mean, I know why. It would totally screw up the production line. Still. I hate those things.
Speaking of not being able to open things, have you ever tried to open a doggie refuse bag? Those black ones that come on a roll that are supposed to fit in a dispenser but sometimes don’t? When I’m walking daughter’s dog and she has a constitutional, I need to be able to get my hand in the darn thing within 5-10 seconds to be able to pick up but at times it can take up to a minute or so and that’s awful during the winter cold and not even good when it’s warmer because the pup wants to continue on. So, what I have done is make my own poop bags out of newspaper bags. But sometimes I forget to take one and then it’s a struggle with those darn black bags.
Check that thread out. It’ll convince you the Pit isn’t this scary place where you’re going to get picked on.
The Mini-Rant threads are full of pet peeves and work crises, people’s medical scares and successes, family problems and amateur solutions. It’s a very supportive place to vent.
Personally, I don’t mess around with them anymore. I just grab the kitchen scissors from the drawer as I’m opening the cheese fridge. One little scissor snip makes my little world much happier.
Never! I’ve got a lot of mini and boring that will probably come out of my fingers too. Plus, I’m never one to judge what frustrations someone needs to get out. So no worries about hearing from me in public OR private asking you to stop posting. Not my style.
Now for another small rant - I’m reading to leave my husband in the nearest ditch. I love him. I really do. But he becomes a complete and utter ass when he isn’t feeling well, especially if he’s down for awhile. I tried to help him get to the bathroom because putting any weight on his foot was a problem. Instead of “Thank you for trying to help, honey, but this isn’t working,” I get told how stupid my idea is and that I’m just causing more pain. I know this isn’t his usual self, but it’s still frustrating beyond belief to have him bitch when I’m trying to help. I hope the topical medication the doctor gave him works so I can have my sweet, caring husband back.
Poor man and poor you. It’s good that you understand that he’s lashing out at you because of the pain instead of being a jerk. I think you should take a short break and go outside and breath the night air and look at the stars. Just give yourself a couple of minutes because you deserve them.
Or you can stare up and wonder if the stars are finally right tonight.
narrator: they aren’t, don’t start sacrificing your loved ones just yet.
The scissors for string cheese thing just gave me a flashback to supervising snack time for five-year-olds some 25 years ago. I broke out the safety scissors and just snipped them all.
And my car has been in the shop since last Thursday. They took it in last Wednesday, repaired one (1) of the three things I took it in for, and returned it to me that afternoon. I complained, and they took it back the next morning. However, when the service “concierge” (we apparently don’t have service advisors anymore) finally replied to my texts today, I found out that they not only haven’t even gotten it in to a mechanic yet, they don’t even plan to get it diagnosed until next week!
