Did you mean Google the search website, GMail the web app, or Chrome the browser? Or one of the other 30-ish products they deliver via internet?
We’re happy to help or commiserate, but it works better if we know what we’re commiserating about. 
I commiserate as well. This month alone I have had to shut down and reboot Chrome 4 times and Windows 10 twice.
Fine, I’m old and crochety, but dammit that two dozen applications that I have to log into again manually… most with two step verification. That’s almost 90 minutes of my life, uselessly wasted, that I will Never get back… and for what?
“I’m New Chrome…! Look at me! I’m chock full of useless ads and coded crap.
Aren’t I a good boy?”
Or, "Here’s Windows10. Are you extra fucking sure you don’t want Windows11? I mean, we’ve only made you reboot a dozen times. Also, mind if we activate all of that Glurg-Ware that slows your PC down to shit? Including resetting the hidden reset timers to make you go through all of this shit again soon? Oh, we didn’t think so.
See You June First…! ( Sucker )"
I have to say that Windows 11 seems to give me fewer problems than 10 did, on the same hardware.
This afternoon, locked my bike up to a light post outside the hotel I am staying in. I went to my bike this evening, and some fuckhead had slid it down on its side, then chucked a brick at the spokes, bending spokes in both wheels out of shape. They also broke the rear reflector, but that’s “meh.” Fortunately, I always travel with a spoke wrench, so I was able to get the rims back to “true enough” to ride, but they notched a couple spokes on each wheel and I suspect it’s only a matter of time before they fail. In the end, since it will probably be cheaper than paying someone to replace the bent spokes and true the wheel, I am probably going to need new wheels.
Fucking assholes.
Just curious…why not take the bike into your hotel room?
Because then I’d have a bike in my hotel room.
Sorry for the damage to your bike – the world is full of assholes who just enjoy making someone else’s life more miserable. Assholes of that particular type generally end up serving jail time sooner or later.
But … not to snark on your misfortune, the quoted statement could be expressed more succinctly as:
Because then I’d have a bike.
Which sounds like a net positive to me. YMMV. But I speak as someone with an unjustified and perhaps unhealthy excess of paranoia.
I have been staying in hotels in this area for most of the last three years. I had a bike the whole time without having to try and figure out a tortured way to fit it in a small hotel room.
So kindly fuck off with the smugness.
ETA: With great love and respect.
Chrome the browser on my PC.
Do y’all motherfuckers have any idea how difficult it is to fall asleep when you’ve got “Bad Medicine” stuck in your damn head? 80s arena rock is not conducive to sleep.
Fuck that sucks. Sometimes I just hate that there are bad people in the world. I hope your bike gets well soon. And no I don’t think it’s your fault.
Today’s grumble: Tomorrow, instead of enjoying an entire day off, I have to go to Family Mother’s Day Brunch. Family Mother’s Day Brunch is a whole thing. There’s like 100 people, you have to get all dressed up, and chasing a three year old around a crowded fancy hotel is not my idea of relaxing. Plus I have to see my Father in Law for the first time since I read him the riot act for being an obnoxious pervert. He did apologize to us after ignoring us for four months. He’s bringing one of his eleven girlfriends. Yay.
Also I’m not sure how to handle what’s going on with my kid. My FIL has been so uninterested in our lives he doesn’t even know the kid is autistic, so we have to have that conversation. It is absolutely obvious at this point that my son is different. Some closer relatives already know, but have not fully processed what it means. Others will try to talk to him and not understand why he can’t answer back. People will pry. Everyone will offer advice. At least one relative I have is so obnoxious in his opinions about childrearing (he has three kids and is therefore the expert on all children everywhere) that I dread talking to him. It’s just a lot of bullshit I’m not sure how to navigate and not exactly a relaxing Mother’s Day prospect.
After brunch? Maybe the day will improve.
ETA: Fuck, you know what I really hate? I really hate the desperate-for-a-Dad stupid inner child that is ready to completely forgive my complete fuckwit of a father in law and wish he would deign to spend more time with us even though he obviously doesn’t give two shits about us. I hate how easily I forgive sometimes.
Haha. Sorry. Haha.
Practise saying “I can’t believe we didn’t think of that!” with delighted astonishment. Same words, same enthusiastic tone, every time. Smile when you say it. They’ll stop.
The only good thing about both my mother-in-law and mother having died is that I no longer have to suffer through the extravagant Mother’s Day events we used to do. No more standing in line for brunch or sitting outdoors on the ground in the iffy May weather to sort of hear the symphony play over the screams of children and the howling of the wind! The downside is that it’s been over ten years since my mom died on Mother’s Day, and I still have a really hard time with the holiday.
My mom died 10 years ago. Ever since then, my MIL has allowed me to be a part of her day.
I have no relationship with my mother. I used to ignore the holiday, now that I am a mother I just focus on that.
Bolding mine.
No you don’t.
I totally agree with the substance of your rant; that sounds like a terrible experience from end to end. But no one can force you to have a terrible experience except yourself. So don’t do it. Just don’t. There is no one there whose approval you need.
If I was King then the penalty for murder would be a long prison sentence but vandalism would carry the death penalty. Delivered on the spot by any passerby witness. There is just something depraved about wrecking something with no intention of stealing it for your own benefit. It’s totally nihilist behavior.
I already RSVPed and people are looking forward to us being there. But next year I may just opt out.
The husband and I are going to talk today about how to handle tomorrow, so at least we’ll have a plan.
Sounds like time to spend time with the ones you care about and haughtily ignore the haters.
Best of luck; a sticky wicket to be sure.
Are these all current girlfriends? That’s a lot. I know they could be on-and-off girlfriends. Juggling eleven girlfriends would be exhausting! Why doesn’t he make it an even 12? Or a baker’s dozen? Go big or go home!