A variety of minor rants have been gathering in my life. So here they are:
Websites with Flash for no reason. They just make the content more inaccessible. But OOOOH, shiny!
2.** Websites that are useless.** In securing housing for the summer, I was directed to fill out an application at their website. No such application exists, nor does the site have a phone number, email address, or street address for me to contact.
Summer school. I have to take a full courseload this summer (as does every freshman engineering major), but there are hardly any classes available. How’s that supposed to work? I’m being forced to take classes that have no purpose other than getting me up to the requisite 12 credit-hours. Grrr.
Gas tanks in cars. I have to fill up my parents’ cars occasionally, and the tanks are on the “wrong” side. Makes me look like a total moron at the gas station. Standardize it, already!
The NBA. My Dallas Mavericks will have the second best record in the West, but get the number four seed. That’s an outrage.
Those are mine. What’s griping everyone else this April, now that taxes have been filed?
Oil execs, and their love of extra helicopters and mansions. It looks like I’m going to have to save up until I’m 40 to be able to afford to move out. Slimy bastards.
Fellow students who live within walking distance of me, go to the same school as me, have almost the same schedule as me but won’t carpool with me.
On that matter–Southern Californians and their love of their own cars.
customers who want something delivered, but don’t know their address
money. and/or lack thereof.
markers that run out after about a week
stupid people.
Tyrants. People who have power over you and use it just because they can.
Pimples. god, to be three years old again and have no pimples.
spoiled. damn. people. and the people who spoil them.
my hair. It won’t do what I want it to.
I’m 35 and came to bitch about pimples! Actually it’s cystic acne, and the kicker is that I’ve been taking tetracycline twice a day for about six months and it’s Not. Fucking. Working. My doctor keeps wanting to reduce my dose, then he sees my face and says, “Uh…why don’t you just keep on doing what you’re doing for now.” Because it’s not working!
Trying to keep my cats from aggravating my husband is getting to be a full time job, and I’m getting sick of it.
I can’t find any clothes that
A. fit
B. I would be caught wearing in public
Sick kids who have to stay home from school thereby throwing off my entire schedule and making the husband who isn’t currently working so is at home too cranky who then takes it out on me!
Husbands who aren’t currently working!
That’s the biggest one right now - husbands who aren’t currently working.
I’m tired of having to read the small print on everything, either literally or figuratively. I’m tired of sins of omission in advertising and politics and all over the news everyday. I’m tired of having to think critically about abso-fucking-lutely everything as a means of self-preservation. I’m tired of confusing offers from the local cable company that don’t actually save you money or have ridiculous terms or outclauses that make their offer essentially useless. I’m tired of car companies make 0% financing offers and the like as if what they said is actually what they are offering, when only a miniscule number of people will qualify. I’m tired of a lie told repeatedly becoming the truth. I’m tired of having to constantly wonder what’s not being said, what’s not being shown, what’s being camouflaged in order to dick the intended audience. I’m tired of being treated like a rube.
I’m sick of sending job applications into a bottomless job application black hole, where I never, ever, ever hear a bloody thing about them again. (We’re talking McJob, here)
I agree. I want clothes that fit and look nice and don’t cost a fortune.
Everything I see find either makes me look like a 60-year-old matron or an 18-year-old hooker. WTF? Is there no in-between? No sparkley crap, no logos across my chest, no tummy-baring shirts. Conversely, no mumus, no loud glaring prints, and no polyester stretch pants. Plain and simple is all I ask.
I also want a bra that fits, one that I don’t have to tug on constantly and keeps my boobs up where they belong.
I want the inside of my nose reworked so I can breathe properly and don’t have to live on Benedryl all through the Spring and Summer. I love all the growing stuff, but it’s killing me. I’m either all stuffed up and sneezing, or I’m drowsy from the Benedryl.
I hate long, drawn-out job application processes. I’m in the process of applying for a new job (a county job - that explains it a little bit), and it’s taking for-freaking-ever. I took (and passed) the written test in February, passed the background check in March and have been notified that I am eligible to take the Physical Agility Test. The PA test date is yet to be announced. After that is a series of interviews. Damn, the waiting is just agonizing. I just want to get it over with!
Dung Beetle & Bibliocat, check out a catalog company named Travelsmith. They have very simple clothes that are not cheap but are not a fortune either and they fit and they look like grownups wear them & they are comfortable. That’s the good news.
The bad news is that it’s possible to have hot flashes and pimples at the same time. This seems cosmically unfair, but it happens. So if you are expecting to outgrow that acne, oops, sorry.
The stump grinding guy that was supposed to remove the big, ugly stumps in my back yard today - came to our house, then decided that he couldn’t work on the stumps because there might be utility cables near them. Um, hello - how many yards have you run into as a professional stump grinder that DIDN’T have any cables in them? Why wasn’t this part of the discussion yesterday, so I could have left the locations of the utility cables out for you?
My big molar on my right lower side with the big filling is starting to ache. I don’t want to need another crown right before we leave for our first in six years actual two week vacation. Last (and only) time I had a temporary crown, it hurt like a sonofabitch for the entire time it was in. I’m talking tears running down my cheeks, rocking in bed keening instead of sleeping hurting.
The really loud, really annoying high-pressure water sprayer noise at work. It goes on for about five minutes, then off again at irregular intervals all day. It actually makes my sinuses vibrate - it’s just the right frequency for that. It is a form of torture.
People staring at me while I work in my front yard. No freakin’ privacy, you know? Yes, I’m digging. It’s fascinating, isn’t it?
The fact that if you want to buy a decent new cell phone, it will cost you and arm and a leg if you don’t want to sign up for a new plan. My current one is old, ugly, and the battery barely lasts, but I can’t afford to spend $100+ on a basic-level phone.
People that call and listen to a long voicemail message and then, just after the beep, hang up. Seriously. It’s not even a message in my voice, it’s one of those, ding-dong… you have reached… 123…456…7890. blah blah blah. Why would you go through all that and then hang up?
The dumbass that drove in the center lane for a half a mile because she couldn’t be bothered to drive with the common traffic. And then got pissed because I honked when she almost hit me, when that other guy tried to use the center lane for it’s purpose, to turn. And if you’re going to drive like that, lady, maybe you shouldn’t have your name and business address on a sign on your car door.
It’s really the sense of entitlement the last few years, it’s pissing me off. I call it the “But it’s me!” syndrome. “I can park here, in this spot that’s clearly not a parking place, it’s me! I can blow through this red light and prevent you from turning, it’s me! I can go 50 down the street that you live on, even though the limit’s 25, it’s me! But it’s MEEE!” Grrr. Bastards.
I’m sick of people saying “straw man” or “ad hominem” or “slam a dildoum up your assum,” or any number of other cool sounding latin terms for “the only way I can sound smart and pretend I’m winning this argument is to stick latin terms all over yours.”
WORD. Add to that the slightly-less-annoying asking and not waiting for an answer before assuming the answer is “yes”
“hey Dorothy, can I borrow a pencil?” “no, I…” “thanks” ~walks away with my pencil~
or just assuming and not asking at all
“mom said you’d hem my skirt”
“here I am at the grocery store with you, at the checkout with thirty items and forty people behind me and- oops! I didn’t bring any money. but you have money, don’t you? of course you do.”
Also-
allergies or whatever-the-hell I’ve got! my poor raw nose…
my mean cat. I love the furball, but he bit me! twice!
People who will do anything for attention. Not so much show-offs as whiners: people who, say, can’t order pizza because they’re too scared of the phone (and instead of keeping quiet and just not volunteering, they whine, “I can’t do it! Ordering pizza makes me nervous and I’ll have a panic attack!”) and then can only eat one kind of pizza becuase they’re picky (“don’t eat the cheese pizza! I’m very picky and I don’t like sausage or veggie!”) and have to eat first becuase they’re hungrier than everyone else, (“all I had for breakfast was a bagel! I’m starving! If I have to wait I’ll pass out.”)