I don’t think this is irritating you beyond its actual importance.
About the lock though - I will forget codes which is a good part of the reason I got a lock that uses bluetooth and a phone app rather than a code.
Yeah, I agree that this is not something to be unreasonably miffed about. That Bluetooth solution might be the path of least resistance if one wants to resolve the issue. Meanwhile, I live in Chicago, in the city, and I don’t lock my door 90% of the time. (That said, I do have a big dog.)
Seconding. If anything, I think it may be irritating you, or at least you may be reacting to it, less than its actual importance.
Find the instruction manual for the lock and see if it allows multiple codes. (The Schlage lock I have does.)
If it does, when your husband is not around, add a new code of your choosing. He can use his code and you can use yours.
Those who watch “Pro” wrestling, which I do not.
This seems like a reasonable rant.
I’m completely mystified by the point of this post.
See? I wouldnt know Rowdy Rowdy Piper from a random guy I met on a bus. I know nothing about “Pro” wrestling fandom. So, I would have no idea that tune is played at his matches. Nor would people who dont watch that “sport”.
Were you concerned that folks couldn’t figure that out?
Well, I may have exaggerated in my anger… But it seems rare I get my way. Occasionally he’s like, “I’m going to ask your input on this thing to make sure you feel like you get a say” it’s always something I agree with him about or don’t care! How about you do that when we both feel strongly about something?
It’s mostly little dumb things but it adds up to general frustration. He is SO mentally rigid sometimes. We have vastly different levels of what we consider acceptable risk in most cases. That’s probably the biggest difference between us. It magnified when we had a child because now everything’s “dangerous.”
I’ve started verbally pushing back because I don’t want our son to think everything he does is a potential disaster.
Anyway I’m not being very charitable. I’m sure I’m also annoying as hell in some ways.
I won’t hide anything from him, especially something he feels strongly about.
In that case, maybe he needs to read this:
Iceberg lettuce. Now that they’re $4X what they were, couldn’t they up their packaging beyond a sheet of cellophane sealed with clear tape?
I blame myself though. How old did I have to become ere the wisdom of age beckoned I grab an extra produce bag to store it?
Speaking of lettuce, I usually buy green leaf lettuce (or sometimes red) which has the produce tag on a roughly foot-long twisty tie that gets wrapped around the head of lettuce. It used to be there’d be a few twists and the ends would be left out so you could easily untwist the tie when you got it home. Well now they are completely twisting the last few inches of twist tie and then balling up the end of the twist, so now it takes me several minutes to get the damn twist tie off the lettuce.
I blame Trump, who has probably deported all the migrant farm workers who knew how to do it right.
This is just dumb, not infuriating. We have two dogs that have a nice big yard but also get to go on walks every day.
So like good dog walkers, we carry poop bags. The new ones are scented. Um, perfumed with a lavender scent.
This. Does. Not. Improve things. So we get lavender scented shit. It’s just weird.
I tear off the top of pizza boxes at the fold. The clean top goes in recycling, and the greasy bottom goes in the trash.
The greasy bottom can be composted, too, if that’s an option where you live.
I’m not sure infuriate is the right word, but given that I remember this trivial thing 50 some years later, maybe it is.
When I was a lad of 11 or 12, my family was in England so I attended a boarding school. There was a fiction book which was popular among my classmates and it got passed around until everyone had probably read it several times. In it the central character had a fondness for what in the book was written as “strubres”. To me it was obvious that this was intended to be understood as “strawberries” but sounded in a kind of mumbled schoolboy drawl as “struh-breeze”. Every single one of the English kids insisted on pronouncing it as “stroo-bers”. They couldn’t tell me what a “stroo-ber” was, but they insisted that was how it was pronounced. I had absolutely no success in changing their minds. This was probably due to a resistance to allowing some Yank with a funny accent tell them how to pronounce their own language.
Boiler plate responses that produce more questions.
Conditions for approval : Approved (there are no conditions).
House paint color must be approved. But you must send paint color and brand along with a picture of the paint
Yeah, you approved the solar panels, what’s this talk about painting??? We aren’t painting.
And then acronyms that aren’t explained. I have no idea what the hell ACC is.
And the entire verbiage of the whole ‘acceptance’. I had to read it 4 times before I got a clue what this was. AND shouldn’t you be sending this to my project manager??? You sent it to my wife that forwarded it to me. The project manager applied for this. Not me. Not my wife. The person that applied for this should be kept in the loop, dontchathink?
So we now have a round robin game of grade school telephone, where the wrong people are getting confusing information. Rinse and repeat.
Now I’m trying to get ahold of the project manager for the solar install, to find out if he knows that this has been approved.
This is, indeed, infuriating. Get your shit together, mkay?
With the recent Android update to my Samsung cell phone, the default keyboard replaced the comma to the left of the space bar with dash/hyphen. I’m a heavy comma-user, so this has been driving me nuts.
(Yes, I know I can use another keyboard and even remap the keys. And I can easily find the comma above the letter N. But it seems like a deliberate decision by fresh, young minds that commas are no longer of any importance.)
Was there a character called Molesworth in it? If so, Google agrees with you.
What keyboard and what phone are you using? I don’t think I’ve ever changed the default keyboard, which on my Galaxy S22 is the Samsung keyboard. And my comma is still to the left of the space bar.