You. Get your medications/mental issues worked out. It’s not funny. Getting your words mixed up because you had one too many beers is funny. Having to have me dial the phone for you because you can’t concentrate long enough because you thought taking an extra pill would help is NOT FUNNY.
A couple of years ago I stopped communicating with a long time friend (almost 20 years). I just really got sick and tired of the same whining over, and over, and over, and over, and over. So I just stopped calling her.
Don’t really miss her all that much.
What’s getting on my nerves is cats:
Snowy, stop pissing on the rug. That is all.
Elvin: I know you love me and you get lonely at night but do you have to wake me up 5 minutes before the alarm? That’s just plain cruel.
Um, how about you just close the door when you go to take a piss? The bathroom is much more private than bedrooms.
I do close the bathroom door. I find it creepy that I’m being watched entering the bathroom especially, but I also find it creepy in general that someone in their bedroom is facing out.
to A -
- You are not all that funny or clever or witty.
- It is possible to ask or answer a question without trying to be funny or clever or witty.
- You don’t convince us that you are funny or clever or witty by laughing at your own comments and observation.
- Succinct is good. Don’t use 40 power point slides when 6 will do. Seriously.
- Just shut up. Please. Thank you.
PS - I’m not the only one who thinks this - you should hear some of the snark going around about you…
Say “thanks” when the door is held open for you.
Say “excuse me” when you are rude, or obstructing traffic
Say “your welcome” when appropriate. By the way, “no problem” is not the same thing.
Be polite…or be reincarnated as a parasite.
Lyanthya and Velvet…:
I hear you. It’s all complicated by the fact that we have a number of mutual friends. But fed up is fed up, I suppose.
Miz Whinesalot is currently on a weekend trip with one of these mutual pals, who may very well kill her at some point. I will find out tomorrow or Monday.
New Boss:
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Please stop rushing me along during explanations of process and procedure by indicating that you are already aware of or fully understand what I am explaining. The fact that you are frequently having me stop and go back to explain things after you rushed me through the original attempt to explain them to you indicates to me that you did not understand in the first place.
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Please pay attention during meetings. When proposals are made and ideas are being tossed around, you tend to find flaws in them that have already been discussed in the last five minutes.
New coworker:
I know your new and your trying to get some notoriety around the office for being a smart, reliable and inventive guy. Repeating everything that I say word for word immediately after I say it is not a good way to go about it for three reasons:
- I am technically junior to you, repeating me makes you look like you dont know what you’re talking about even though you claim to be an expert.
- It makes meetings twice as long.
- Its really annoying.
Best Friend:
Please stop bitching about your sex life to me. The problems that were there before you got engaged were not going to magically disappear because you put a ring on her finger.
Also, calmly explaining is different than being a condescending dick. The reason that some of the people that were in our tight knit group have stopped calling you is because you don’t seem to understand this.
Ahh, I feel better now that i have released these minor gripes to wilds of the internets.
…and why are you going to this doctor? Write him a short note, explaining what’s been happening, and then find another doc ASAP.
This is the only doctor remotely within walking distance, and as I explained to Ms. Schizophrenic Witch, I don’t have a driver’s license.
I do plan on complaining, though.
Update on my post #35 and a few through #47:
Well…I did not break up with Miss WhinesALot, but she sure broke up with me.
Last September, I had a birthday luau. She chose to go out of town to a museum opening instead. She called about a month later and we had our usual chat (she whined; I countered with logical solutions to her self-imposed misery; we did this all the time). She sent me a birthday gift card 9 weeks after the fact. In December, she sent her usual mass email/newsletter. She also emailed to ask if I had gotten the gift card. I replied that I had.
In January, I sent her an email of condolence when I heard that a friend of hers had died. No response.
No phone calls since October.
In February 2010, I sent her a birthday card. No response.
During the weekend that it was in transit, our friend L. cooked her dinner at L’s place. L asked her if she wanted to invite any of her close friends over. She replied that her male pals were busy and then said not to invite me because I had “hurt her feelings.”
Ummmm…Miss W never told me this herself, and I have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. She did something similar with another mutual friend, C, last year in Feb., when she claimed that C had not properly acknowledged her birthday and “hurt her feelings.” She said there was going to be “payback.” She stopped returning C’s calls. Now I appear to be in the same boat.
What galls me is that we had been friends for 23 years. My mom and I did a lot of things for W and her now-deceased parents, gave them a lot, cooked them meals, I visited her mom and checked on her when she was in a nursing home and W was tied up, etc. But apparently none of that counts for anything.
I should also mention that “so and so hurt my feelings” is one of W’s favorite complaints: “This guy at work said something mean to me on the phone and really hurt my feelings. This woman I work with says things that drive me to tears. That other person made me feel like two cents.” Ad nauseum. I think that a 46-year-old could show a bit more maturity, but then, she’s not 46 years old emotionally.
In the meantime, a couple of the guys that she likes to spend time with can say anything they want to her and be forgiven immediately.
My mom is upset that we have been discarded.
Ok, here goes: my wife. Or more specifically, when my wife does the following:
Tonight, she’s running late. That’s OK, it comes with her job. But on her way home, traffic stalls on the 4-lane highway that is practically a straight shot to our home. She calls and asks if I can provided an alternate route.
Me: “If you’re not past Black Pkwy, take it north. Then turn left on Sawmill Road, then right on Excaliber. That’ll take you back to Anderson Pkwy.”
Her: “But that’ll only take me up a couple of exits. And I’m not sure if that’ll take me past the backup.”
Me: “Then turn left on Excaliber, take it to US-999, turn right, then straight home.”
Her: “That’s so far out of the way. How about the other direction?”
Me: “Turn south on Black Pkwy. Then left on Davidson Rd, over to US-999, then left and home.”
Her: “Can’t you find something that doesn’t take me out of the way?”
*What I want to say: (No, dear. You’re on the direct route home; everything else is going to take you out of the way!) *
Me: “Then go back to left on Black Pkwy…”
Her: “Oh, I’m past that now. Any other routes?”
WIWTS: (Go back to work, take I-50 east to US-999…)
Me: “Nope, that’s it.”
She did the same thing once when she tried to take an alternate route through SE DC. She called and asked me to guide her out. But she wouldn’t pull over, and we didn’t have high-speed Internet, so by the time I mentioned something, she was blocks past. And when I guided her finally back to I-295, she complained that that was what she was trying to avoid. WIWTS: “But dear, I don’t drive through the side streets of SE DC for two good reasons: 1) they make no sense; 2) you can get fucking killed!”
Why didn’t you say what you wanted to say? They sounded like perfectly reasonable comments.
To whoever has on two occasions taken stuff off of my shelf in the fridge and moved it elsewhere so that you could use the shelf:
The first time, OK, even though I thought it was obvious that I was claiming that shelf (actually only half a shelf - what remains of it to the right of the cheese drawer) as my own, maybe it wasn’t - or maybe you were the guest or S.O. of someone who lives here and didn’t know any better and thought the whole fridge was a free for all.
But the second time? I labeled each half shelf, and wrote my name on only one of the labels. 4 people live here. There are 5 half shelves (plus assorted cheese, vegetables, and door spaces). That means in addition to all of the drawers and door space, of which I use only enough space for one bottle of soda, there is a whole additional half shelf that could be used for when you need an emergency overflow. On top of that, my half shelf has the least vertical space. It’s the only shelf on which a bottle of salad dressing cannot stand up straight. So really, it’s labeled, it’s less space than any one else has, and there’s other spaces that are general use.
So it’s only fair. Leave my fucking shelf alone.
Ever thought of living on your own, no roommates?
To my brother: I know people like you. You say you “tell it like it is” and you are just “blunt”. I have met lots of people like you. What you mean is you want a license to be rude and obnoxious to everyone and get away with it. Brutal honesty isn’t admirable at all.
To my coworker: Please stop whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiining that your husband isn’t making a big enough deal on your birthday. Please. He came through for years, you say so. You’re way too old to have a huge deal made out of your birthday, but even that is between your husband and you, and I don’t need to hear it.
To myself: Would you quit getting so wound up every time you have to interact with your family? Chill the fuck out, would you? They are not that important and you let them be.
vivalostwages,
Ouch. Not a cool way for a friendship to end on her part.
I think you’re better off without her.
(And my cynical side says that in a year or two she’ll ‘forgive’ you and try to bring you back in as the designated listener to her woes…you should resist.)
My rants involve people in the bathroom here at work:
- Lady who handles legal issues in the biggest bathroom stall: Please. This is a bathroom, not a meeting room (which we have - use them! I can help you!) You were in that stall talking to a judge about your son? and his court date and I politely left.
But you were STILL THERE 30 minutes later. When can the bathroom be actually used for bathroom purposes?
- Woman who doesn’t wash her hands: It was kinda strange that I noticed your shoes just hovering next to the door as I walked past. I thought: ‘Horror movie time? Is it a zombie ready to jump?’
But as I got into my stall you erupted forth to rush out thus not having me witness the shame of you not washing your hands. But…lady…there is yellow stuff on the wall and BLOOD near the door handle of my stall.
BLOOD.
And this isn’t even the stall-of-the-lady-who-pees-on-the-seat. (*You *had that stall.)
You really should wash your hands - other people are disgusting.
To my mom and husband - when I have the water running or the stove fan running right next to me, I can’t hear you. You can talk away all you want, but I still can’t hear you, and will have to ask you to repeat when I shut off the water or move away from the fan. This never changes - I always can’t hear you. If you can hear the water running or stove fan running, just hold on for a minute or two.
To my leg: I realize that you are not as reliable as you used to be, but next time, try not to collapse when I am on a ladder. Crappity, crappity, crappity, ouch.
Oops, I didn’t realize this thread was a year old. Are we in zombie territory here? Brains?