I’m mad at my appliances. Been in this house less than 3 years, bought all new appliances (outside of the reasonably newish range). New refrigerator, dishwasher, microwave, washer and dryer. The refrigerator’s condenser fan* is on the fritz, which we didn’t even notice until we got a heat wave and the fridge couldn’t keep up. The washing machine has been making these scary grunting noises whenever it’s agitating a full load of laundry. The dishwasher’s pump has decided to stop working after running normally for 5 seconds, then it needs a 15 minute rest before it runs again for 5 seconds.
These goddamn things are NEW, I just bought them, and we’re not particularly hard on them, not that I can tell at least, and they are supposedly decent manufacturers, GE, Maytag and Kenmore. Ok, Kenmore is a shot in the dark, but that dishwasher wasn’t cheap. These are supposed to be “durable” goods.
*BTW, that fucking condenser fan is a 12v DC fan smaller than the palm of my hand, there is no way it’s actually worth $150. The entire refrigerator was under $1,000, and has about 50 parts that look more pricey than this stupid thing.
OH NO! A MILLION TIMES NO! I organize some dinners for a social group we’re members of, and we are having another dinner this Saturday. We have three people in our social group that I would feel blessed to never have to encounter again - one of them is the worst conversationalist on the planet (boring AND annoying, at the same time! - she’s an engineer, if that helps picture her), and the other couple are just plain boring. Boring, boring, oh God, just kill me now and let this conversation be over with, boring. Guess who are the only three people coming out to the dinner Saturday? I was joking with my husband that this might happen some day, and lo, that day is here. I must have been a very bad person to have earned this particular karma. I don’t recall killing and eating any small children, but I must have.
That’s rant-worthy in and of itself. I tell companies, “Take me off your list NOW,” and they calmly inform me that I’ve been removed, but it takes 30 days to process.
How can it possibly take 30 days to process? The people making the calls already have my information on the screen in front of them. Click the “do not call” box and click “save.” If it doesn’t work that way, then it bloody well ought to.
The DNC list is a government-run list. You have to sign up online, and they process your details out to the companies. That’s the part that takes 30 days.
Until then you can tell the companies to stop calling you, you are on the DNC list, but until your name actually is sent through, they’ve usually not going to stop calling you.
Yanno the worst thing about dealing with someone who has cognitive difficulties? It’s the look on their face when they realize that you’re not exaggerating, you’re not making a mountain out of a molehill, and it’s not just one or two isolated incidents. When they realize that they really can no longer be trusted to make many of their own decisions.
Why did my POS metal filing cabinet decide to lock itself during my recent move?
Fortunately, there’s nothing vital in it, since I had previously emptied it of everything but a bunch of hanging files before the move and posted it to craigslist to see if I could get a few bucks for it and save myself the trouble of moving it. Since there were no takers before the movers came, I tossed a bunch of stuff into it to save myself the trouble of boxing up a couple of small desk fans and a few boxes of file folders and envelopes. Somehow, the button with the keyhole got pushed in, and now every drawer is locked. And, of course, I don’t have a key for it. I never did, since I got it used about twenty years ago.
Now I either have to try to break it open, or pay a locksmith more than the damn thing’s worth to come over and unlock it.
Don’t bother with a locksmith. Those POS locks can literally be opened with a hairpin. Get a small straight screwdriver to use as a tension wrench and a hairpin or heavy paperclip for a rake.
Pretty good meal last night. I didn’t ‘get’ the blueberry compote on the salmon though. Didn’t add any flavours that I could taste. Over all a solid B.
Some cheap filing cabinets can be unlocked by tipping them back (carefully!!) far enough that you can reach under the front and manually push the lock bar up.
I thought of that after I couldn’t get any of the drawers open and realized that it was locked. Unfortunately, the bottom of the cabinet is closed off, so I can’t get to the lock bar that way.
I may try picking the lock as Projammer suggested. It’s not urgent at this point, just annoying.
Look, you goat-felching, monkey stained, feces lumps - If your >$1000 product breaks within a week of delivery, expect people to get annoyed.
If said product is also a major aid for someone who is severely limited in mobility, expect more than simple annoyance. Expecting people to wait til Friday for a service tech visit is unacceptable. The fact that I’ve managed to get your service manager to agree that this is an urgent situation, needing ASAP assistance, doesn’t change that I’m pretty pissed off that your service department wanted my father to wait for Friday to have his lift chair fixed. I can understand that your techs are out on calls already today, but it seems to me, given the circumstances described, it would have been automatic to try to fit us in between more routine calls today.
(Alas, I can’t help feeling that one reason this is getting so much of my ire is that it’s someone I can legitimately bitch at, compared to so many other things going wrong here, now.)
Fuck La Presse for doing yet another article on important developments in queer and trans rights and sticking it in the Insolite (“offbeat”) section. We matter, you know. And thanks for him-ing the woman all the way through.
I’ve never actually had to deal with FedEx brand suck before, so I was quite unprepared when they put the cheque I’ve been waiting three months for in the neighbour’s mailbox instead of mine. I’ve wasted the whole day waiting for a cheque that was already there. (Of course, I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place if my client had sent the cheque back in April to my current address, which was on the invoice, instead of the old address.)
On the plus side, some people saw a waterspout on the St. Lawrence today. It didn’t damage anything or injure anyone or really do anything but look cool.
I found out that the big boss, who’s had a long-standing and serious health problem, can no longer continue to work as big boss and is departing on medical leave. She was one of the people who interviewed and hired me when I started many years ago in a tiny group that’s quintupled since.
And I have deadlines when I just want to sit and be sad.
Fuck you cunt in the parking lot. She’s backing up out of a slot without looking and is about to nail me so I lay on the horn. She flips me off. WTF. I just prevented a god damn collision here. I almost never use my horn. Hell, my other car did not even have one for years. I pull into a parking spots a couple of slots up and both she and her boyfriend are flipping me off, looking for a confrontation. I flip them off and then duck out of the way. Since when did people pulling out of a parking slot have right of way over cars driving in lane especially when there IS NOT ENOUGH ROOM? I’m a pretty damn slow and careful parking lot driver, and don’t intend to have an accident any time soon. When I almost hit someone I give them the “sorry” shrug and feel embarrassed. Learn to drive, you cunt.
I’ve been increasing my workouts this summer trying to lose twelve pounds by the time classes start again. Mostly I’ve been running and biking outside - trying also to decrease my godawful pastiness - so I haven’t been weighing myself.
I have gained three pounds from my starting weight. Fuckity fuck fuck.
Maybe TMI: And I’m pretty sure part of it is that I’ve started taking the Pill. The Pill has become my best friend; if I’d known that it would within the first month turn a monthly hell into a minor annoyance I’d have been on it years ago. I do not want to stop taking it. Goddamn useless female body!
How comfortable are you with talking with your doctor, NinjaChick? If you are comfortable, set up an appointment to see if you can get changed to a different birth control pill. AIUI there are many different formulations out there, with varied responses from women. If you don’t like the side-effects of a medication, it is perfectly acceptable to ask whether there is another medication you can take to perform the same job.
Look, you goddamn junkies, what the hell do you go punching out windows for? Are you determinedly retarded? You didn’t conceive of the fact that punching out the window to the central back yard of the hotel - facing every last one of the fifty eight rooms in this place - in your rage would mean that I now have to deal with no less than thirty complaints, have spent the last two hours mopping up blood in the reception and on the staircase and just about everywhere else? Sure, I deserve the complaints, I didn’t rely on my gut feeling when a young white guy checked into a hotel room in the neck of the worst area of the city, with two black “friends” in ghettowear and paid for it in cash. Mea culpa, but you were all sober, assholes. My gut instinct screamed “The Bad, The Bad & The Fucking Gullible” but would I listen?
Ok out of four trips I have taken this past 6 weeks the airlines have ‘delayed’ my bag 3 times!! Two times on United once on Continental, this after I considered myself lucky because all the airplane travel I have done in the last 15 plus years, I have only had a delayed bag a couple times. Argh!!!
Moneybookers, you are a bunch of completely retarded, incompetent wankstains.
I booked a rental apartment in Hungary for a week in August, the guy said he did all of his transactions through moneybookers. Simple process, I thought. Set up an account with them, register the bank account I’m using, upload funds and then transfer them to the rental man.
No. You can’t keep it that simple, can you? First you have to lose the original uploaded funds and fuck about asking for copies of my bank statement showing the money leaving my account. That was eventually resolved. Now I’m uploading funds for the payment of the balance owing for the rental, and you’ve just told me I’ve been charged EUR10 for using a 3rd party account.
What the fucking fuckity fuck are you on about? It’s my bank account. It’s in my name. It’s the only account registered for me. It’s the same one I used last time. In what realm of your fevered imagination does that constitute a third party?
And when you reply to my fault ticket, fuck off with calling me Mr otherwise I’ll take a day off to go to London and kick your braindead fucking arse.
