Hey galt, go fuck yourself. I doubt anyone else wants to.
I don’t know why, but watching other people cut their fingernails gives me the willies. Do it please. Just not in front of me.
Which brings me to our office computer guy. He does not bathe so his hair is always in varying degrees of greasiness. He doesn’t smell, but then again, I try not to get that close. The big thing: he does not cut his fingernails. Nothing is more gross than a man with cocaine-sniffing-long-ass-pinkie nails on each and every finger. He’s got nails I’d kill for. However, it doesn’t stop there. They are dirty. Very dirty. I’d dare say at least 1/4 inch worth of black stuff under each nail. It makes me want to vomit. How the hell does he work? And these are computers he’s putting his hands into - aren’t these things supposed to be, hmm I don’t know, clean?? When he worked on my computer, my keyboard and mouse got the alcohol swab treatment afterwards.
He’s a nice guy so when I freak out about the dirty nails, the office manager/old lady who is practically blind anyway thinks I’m just being judgmental. :rolleyes: I guess she’s right, I judge he should bathe and while he’s at it, cut and clean his nails.
Dear All the assholes who are behind me on the freeway and then change lanes, speed up and then cut me off to get in front of me,
Congratu-fucking-lations! You are now 20 feet and 20 seconds closer to you designation. You, with your superior driving skills, have won the race. I would give you a 3 foot tropghy and a bottle of champaign but I gave my last batch to the asshole who did that to me a couple of miles ago.
Love,
Tahssa
P.S. I truely am sorry for ruining your day by only driving 5 mph over the speed limit and for being such a dick to you.
How the hell can a computer guy not trim his nails? After a certain point they interfere with typing, and that’s WAY before you reach the length he seems to be at.
Nasty.
Whoa now, whoa. I gotta give galt props for saying what I was thinking.
Yeah, panic attacks are no joke. No, there’s no rhyme or reason to what might trigger one. But Ghanima made it sound as if a frakking ad agency was specifically responsible for her anxiety issues.
I can kind of understand the reactions to the commercial with the suicidal robot. I was less sympathetic towards the people who thought the insurance ad was mocking 9/11 by having lights reflected in eyeballs. But this? One person has a panic attack, and they want to burn down a McDonald’s franchise? I’d say that person needs serious help stat, before an innocent person gets hurt. San Ysidro, anyone?
In fact, I’m not even sure that was a panic attack. IANAD, but I would have thought that someone sufferering* from a panic attack would be too deep into it to blame the commercial itself. They would be stuck on the voices or the movement of the filet bun or whatever the aspect of the commercial was that set them off. And “my mind had been raped”? Honey, I know it was bad, but it’s hard for me to make the leap from “annoying commercial” to “I’m so fucking disturbed I want to kill people.” If you have anxiety attacks that easily, how long is your hate list?
I’m sick to death of the “It bothers me, therefore it should not exist” attitude. And a lot of people don’t even base that on a medical condition like panic attacks. They just want their way or the highway. Sorry, but I don’t think the ad agency is responsible for Ghanima’s condition.
*Yes, I know people suffer from panic attacks, so if that’s your sole defense, that panic attacks are bad, don’t bother.
I guess I should know, since I’m within an hour or two’s drive from that San Ysidro, but…what exactly are you referring to?
I am so with you on this. The speeding tickets in Calgary are no joke - over $100 mininum, doubled in school and playground zones. I push my speed as far as I can without risking a ticket, but I just am not going to go any faster - we simply can’t afford it. So many people take my driving 5k over the limit as a personal affront, though. You can guess who the worst offenders are (if you said large trucks and SUVs, lights glaring in all my mirrors, you would be correct). I’m working on my driving zen, to not let tailgating assholes bother me, but it’s an uphill battle.
Actually, I wasn’t sexually molested when I was seven by a guy in a Ronald McDonald costume at a McDonald’s. That could have something to do with it.
And Rilchiam, what am I supposed to do, give a list of my diagnoses and medications before every post? You should know better than that. You’re resorting to the lamest of lame nitpicks, that I didn’t give all kinds of extraneous details that weren’t really necessary in my post. Should I include my shoe size as well? Up close pictures of my asshole, perhaps? I saw the commercial. It made me hyperventilate, it was so stupid. I don’t watch much TV, so maybe I’m not numb to the stupidity like some of you people. I ranted. Some people have panic attacks just thinking about pickles. I’m not going to give out my medical history just because some asshole demands it. I might do it voluntarily in a meds thread (and you’re welcome to search if you’re that curious.) But y’all can kiss my ass.
fetus: San Ysidro McDonald’s massacre.
Ghanima, I was not responding to any nitpick, and I did not ask for your medical history. If you had a panic attack, you just did; I know that people who have panic attacks have triggers that seem incomprehensible to an outside observer.
But you claim to be upset solely because the commercial was “stupid”. You were angry at the people who created it, as if they should have known it would upset you. Stupidity made you hyperventilate? I’m sorry, I just. don’t. get it. Since when is a commercial that fails to sell you on the product a mind-rape?
And if you really do have an anxiety disorder, that’s still your problem and yours alone. Why would anyone make such a commercial? I dunno; because a lot of Americans think British accents are cool? Because they were playing up some fish-and-chips connection? They wanted to make the product appealing somehow, so they chose this. How could anyone have predicted your reaction? Why are you angry? That’s what I don’t get.
So it annoyed you. And you went right from “annoyed” to “dizzy and shaking and hyperventilating.” Sorry, but people are going to continue making annoying commercials until such time as television becomes a thing of the past. And then there will be annoying commercials on the net, or whatever is the dominant medium. Deal with it, or keep the TV off.
Trust me, I watch as little TV as possible. Unfortunately, the fiance likes to watch sports sometimes. I usually suffer quietly. 
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HUSBAND’S PASSPORT YOU INCOMPETENT ASSHOLES?
We’re leaving for Italy on Monday. He sent in all the proper forms in mid-March.
Oh and thanks a lot Senator Lautenberg’s office. You were no goddamned help at all. Blithely telling me that we should just postpone our trip was just plain evil. I have been planning this trip for months. I am not losing thousands of dollars without the biggest fight of my life.
If it doesn’t show up on Thursday he has to drive two hours to Philadelphia at the crack of dawn and pray they’ll give it to him.
You incompetent maggots. I hope they fire all of you for gross stupidity.
Christmas stuff. In stores. Already.
ARRRRRGHHHHH!!!
Bah Humbug.
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Please tell me you’re joking. I’m begging you.
I hate, despise, and loathe websites that tell you “User Name or Password Invalid”.
Look, which is it? I have a handful of user names that I always use. I have a handful of passwords that I always use. I am annoyed that I have to go through every combination possible in order to do my business with you. Is it really that hard to code your site such that it tells you which one is wrong? Other sites do this, fer crissakes.
Oh, and it’d be nice also, idiots, if one of them is wrong to be able to have your site send me both. Telling me that it’s likely that my user name is wrong and then only giving me the option of requesting my password is USELESS.
(After pulling my hair out when NONE of the possible combinations worked, I just said fuck it and re-registered. Here’s another thing that pisses me off about your little site: TELL ME IN THE BEGINNING that my password needs to have a letter between numbers or a number between letters if you’re going to make that a requirement. Fuckers.)
I think your rant is valid (I hate all of this too) but I wonder if there’s a specific reason they don’t tell you which one is wrong. Maybe it’s so that, if you’re not the user and are trying to guess your way into that user’s account, they’re not helping you narrow down what you have to guess to continue.
I know, even if they indicate the username is right (or password), you’d still have to randomly “guess” the other, but if they don’t you’re still just as out of luck as when you began.
I’ve done everything I can to help you. The person who can do more is out of the office. I can send you to his voicemail, and when I see him come in, I will send him to his phone.
cue ten minutes of angry protestations and that’s not good enoughs
Look. I’m here to solve your billing problems. You have a new credit card? Great! It’s in, you’re paid, thank you. You got double billed? Crap, I’m sorry. Here, let me refund that to you. This is why it happened, and I’ve made it stop. You’re getting weird error messages? Well, it’s technically an issue for tech support, but I know how to fix that particular problem. In order to keep it from happening again, here’s how YOU fix it.
You just want someone to yell at? I’m sorry, there isn’t a designated punching bag office. I didn’t cause your problem. I can’t fix your problem. You don’t want to talk to the people who can. I can’t (I heard this yet again today) kick other people out of the queue so you can talk to someone first. No, I am not going to walk over to tech support, have the tech put his caller on hold, and ask him your question. Because that’s not fair to the guy he’s on the phone with, that’s why.
And you. You in sales. I really appreciate it when you lose your temper with a customer and shout at them, act like a complete shithead, and then just when you have them riled up like a hornet’s nest and they want to cancel, you send them to me. With a sneer and “Good luck!” Yeah, “good luck” to you too. I hope you drive off a bridge.
Gotcha. But why then not have the ubiquitous security questions feature if you can’t remember your user name? I’m just saying there are solutions to this problem that other websites have. My experience just leaves a “we don’t give a fuck about the end user/how this is shithole site is going to operate with real people in the real world” taste in my mouth. Why make it so user-unfriendly when it doesn’t have to be? Stoopid Walgreens and their stoopid site.
Hey, don’t push me! My brain’s still hurting from coming up with the first theory. 
Well, you’re totally deflating my righteous anger with your logic! So we’re even!
The fucking well pump has gone off 4 times this evening for no apparent reason. I went around and checked all the faucets and toilets, and the garden hose outside. Dh just throws his hands up in the air, won’t DO anything.
This little shits at the twins’ tumbling class won’t stand still and wait their turn, so now MY kids are acting out, too. Hey Regan’s mom - get a clue - your daughter needs to keep her damn hands to herself! And Nate’s mom, you’re a lovely person - why does your son run around like his ass is on fire? If I was Coach Jamie, I’d’ve gotten medieval with them today. Watching the chaos gave me massive fidgets.
This house contains far too much dusty crap, and I’m extremely allergic to it. I want to throw about 1/3 of it away, especially the stuff dh has squirreled away, he thinks junk is invisible when he puts it in the garage. THROW THE SHIT THE FUCK AWAY!!! YOU’RE NEVER GONNA FIX IT!!!
He spends all this energy planting flowers everywhere, hundreds of plants, which is nice, but then he leaves big old honking bags of fertilizer right in the middle of the yard
fucking well pump again
and the wheel barrel out. He planted a bunch of strawberries in the front yard. The cute little strawberry patch already there wasn’t enough. Now there are 3 big rows of them, going halfway across the yard. And fucking.straw.EVERYWHERE!! It looks horrible. He was wondering why none of the neighbors nominated his front yard for some kind of beautification thing (they really have this). It’s because he is FUCKING BATSHIT INSANE!
OH, and those BASTARDS at yahoo.com have changed their website and I CAN’T FUCKING FIGURE OUT HOW TO UPDATE MY WEBPAGE! I need to revise the list of art fairs (and change one) and I can’t find the fucking “Edit” anywhere.
fucking well pump again.
There’s probably some gargantuan pool accumulating under the house somewhere. It went off randomly before, but just this evening it’s doing it like crazy! Runs for 20 seconds ever 15 minutes or so.
ARRRRRGH!
I’m sick of being a grown-up.
I wanna be a college student again - one room, no possessions, uncertain future and perky tits.