My sinuses are trying to kill me through migraines and sinus pressure/possible sinus infection or cold.
It isn’t rantible, its more whiny.
Whoa…Hold the phone here.
When I was working as a Librarian Assistant for $6/hour (sans degree), I certainly did not have the whole library memorized. There were about 30 questions that people asked so frequently that I could answer them without even glancing up (resume books? travel books? S & P reports? Harlequin romances?). But not every topic. I’ll definitely admit I could have been more patient - actually, I’m really ill-suited to library work, and was particularly so at age 22 (I thought I’d gone there to “embrace knowledge”! How dumb of me!).
But students have to take some responsibility for doing their research, and learning how to use the library is part of the homework assignment, is it not? I mean, how many times did we all sit through that “welcome to the card catalogue” presentation in school, which some of us listened to while those in the back were busy tossing spitwads. Now those spitwadders think it’s someone else’s problem that they don’t know what they’re doing? Fuck that.
And if libraries are so stupid as to set up reference librarians that no one wants to talk to, then that’s the fault of the schmuck standing at the circulation desk w/a line full of patrons waiting to check out? No.
Frankly, in the sitution I described, it was the mother’s complete arrogance that put me over the edge. I found library patrons even more annoying than the general public in my earlier fast-food work (although in the library at least they didn’t spell in front of me).
Oddly enough, the only times that working with the public hasn’t sucked is when I’ve been selling stuff they didn’t really need, such as those pricey soaps. And when I’m doing portraits, my customers are almost always truly delightful. Must be something about the voluntary nature of the exchange, as opposed to need-based interactions.
Hear, hear! I’m in the same situation and have been known to say to these rude callers, “Listen, I screen every call that comes through this office. Trust me when I tell you that you will never, ever, EVER get through to Mr. Bossman unless or until you properly identify yourself, your company, and the purpose of your call. Ever. Saying, “I’ll try back tomorrow” will not work, as I will simply demand the same information from you tomorrow and every single time you “try again.” So you can tell me now, or don’t bother to call back.”
Works every time.
My husband and I do not put our signatures on our cards, but write “please ask for ID” in that area. I always have my driver’s license out and ready to show whenever I use my credit card. And though my husband doesn’t do this as a matter of routine, when he’s asked for his ID, he always thanks the person for asking, knowing full well that they’re doing so for his protection. So, thanks for asking, Rilch! At least some of us out there appreciate this.
When the cat scoots too close to the edge of the litterbox and the cat turd escapes and falls on the floor JUST OUTSIDE THE BOX.
Part two of this rant is when you notice it shortly after the offending turd was laid. Then its too soft to pick up easily and you have a cat shit mess on your hands (well, hopefully on a paper towel).
That stupid fucking commercial (yes, yes, but this one particularly gets to me for some reason) that decries the mess, unsafe conditions, and general hazards of women shaving their legs, showing a parade of scantily-clad, leggy ditzes klutzing their way through a shave. One heaves half the water out of her tub as the rascally ol’ soap rockets out of her mitt and approximately 75 feet across the bathroom floor. Another falls ignominiously from an upright position, presumably cracking her skull on the bathroom scales on the way down and creating an instantaneous CSI episode. This whole procession of false hazards is an attempt to sell a ladies’ razor that has a little block of foamy shave-cream spuzz built into it.
I turned to my girlfriend and asked if she’d ever managed to cock up a shave that badly. You can imagine her response.
Oooo…more commercials:
No specific one, but any commercial that portrays the man in the family as a mouth-drooling, incompetent boob who can’t figure out how to use a microwave/get himself a beer/use a simple household cleaning product. Then, the pert, nattily dressed wife sashays into the room, gives the sloppy lout (who’s now in the corner rubbing shit in his hair) a tolerant smile and a distinctly Oedipal motherly talking-to. I know it’s commercial backlash, really, but do we really have to have the idiot manchild shoe on the other foot?
Oh, and USA Network: I enjoy your nightly Law & Order marathon, but I’m getting reeeeeeeeally tired of that fucking Mitsubishi Spongebob Squarepants commercial you play every time Lenny has to take a break to go check his prostate.
My sister. You are 26, I am 23. STOP TALKING TO ME LIKE A FUCKING CHILD. YOU ARE NOT AN EXTRA PARENT TO ME. When will you freaking realize that I am a fucking adult and have my own life? I have succeeded thus far and you can just back the hell off.
dammit I was so sure I had more to bitch about
Now, now, saramamlana, we don’t use language like that. And no more yelling, or you’re going to your room with no dinner.
[sub]Ow, please stop with the hitting, and the pain, and the contusions…[/sub]
One more reason I’m happy to be an only child.
Guys that pass gas and then walk away to get away from the odor…which also leaves it wide open for someone else to walk into the stench. Just stand there like a man in your own making until the smell disapates. You should have relieved your gas in the damn bathroom!
People that go thru the EXPRESS LANE with a ton more of items then 10. Then joke about it with the cashier and say “well 10 lemons is still conisdered 1 item cause they are all the same thing”
Arrrrrrrrgh
People that assume just cause you are hanging with a lesbian that you MUST be one yourself!
People that walk their dogs on leashes and still let them poop in other peoples lawns and not clean it up.
I hate when I go to one of those specialized web sites to, say, search for a car rental in a certain area. They ask me all kinds of questions, make me fill out forms, then tell me that, sorry, no, there are no car rental companies in your city that will take your lowly debit card. Of course, they don’t tell me how many companies they’ve searched. So I pick up the phone and call a random rental company at the airport in my city and they say “Sorry, we don’t take debit cards, but there are two companies that do right here in the airport. They are X and Y.”
sigh Why the hell didn’t I just do that in the first place?
Speaking of filling out forms, I’m sick of goddamn REGISTERING for every fucking site on the web. This has just gotten out of hand! The worst is when I’m trying to solve some computer-related problem and come upon a Google result from a message board, which, based on the thread title, seems as though it will solve my problem. I click on it only to find that I have to REGISTER just to view the fucking message. Similarly, articles from online tech magazines that come up on searches that let you read the first page of an article, then nag you into REGISTERING if you want more.
I mean, I know they probably make money from that information by selling it, but how valuable is that info, anyway? If the rest of the Internet population is anything like me, the marketing companies are surely beginning to wonder why the web is overrun with 95-year old women who make over $100,000 a year and are NOT interested in ANY of the following subjects (check all boxes that apply).
I’m also pretty saddened by the general state of advertising on television. Outright lies are rampant. What’s with all of these damn commercials (usually for weight loss drugs) that show several successful patients, then display the words “Results not typical” in tiny letters at the bottom of the screen? What the fuckity fuck is that shit? What are the typical results? Nothing at all? It reminds me of the patent medicine hucksters of the 1800s. Hell, at least that stuff usually had opium or morphine in it, so you were getting something!
Ogre, thanks for a good belly-laugh. I’ve also wondered about those shaving commercials - fortunately, when I see commercials that stupid these days, I just think about Homer Simpson trying to get orange juice by bashing an orange on his head and I feel much better.
I’m completely with you on the idiot-manchild stereotypes, but you forgot about the kids that also treat poor old mouth-breathing dad like the moron he (apparently) is. That shit really pisses me off- it’s bad enough that all men are supposedly completely incompetent compared to women, but they’re incompetent compared to their kids? Give me a freakin’ break.
Next time I see a kid treat his dad like a mental midget on tv, I would like to see the dad come back with “Okay, you’re grounded now. You smart-mouth me one more time and no allowance either.” That would make my whole evening.
neutron star, I saw an ad for a weight-loss aid that said “To be used in conjunction with proper eating and exercise” - {heavy sigh}.
My non-spam e-mail account got it’s first piece of spam the other day.
I get so much spam I have to use the automatic junk mail filter, and every couple of days go in and empty the junk mail folder, all 50+ emails. Yuck! And still those goddamn things sneak into my inbox. 5 messages this morning, and 3 of them were spam! When will these people learn that the 95 year old women who make $100,000/year never ever read spam emails? I’d boycott them if they had the balls to show what comany they’re from!
Skeezix, I left myself wide open for that, didn’t I? 
Pringles “Pizza-licious” chips - what kind of ass-flavored pizza are the makers of these eating? They things taste so freaking nasty!
My cough - thanks doc for prescribing hydrocodone (!!) syrup for my cough, but it ain’t doing squat to heal it. Just makes me buzzed and a little decongested for a few hours.
FINANCIAL AID - FUCKIN A! 'nuff said.
If you’re going to have a cell phone with voicemail, then return your damn calls! You’ve got two people waiting on you to meet up for a study group that we all agreed was needed, and you said you’d try and get out of work early, but here we are waiting on you! I left you a message last night and another one today, dammit. Where the hell are you? At this rate we won’t be able to get together!
I’m with you, Audrey Levins on the public bathroom thing. I HATE public bathrooms. Even the clean ones totally gross me out.
The only thing worse than public bathrooms are the people who insist on engaging in conversation while you’re in there!!! God that annoys me to no end. Here I am trying to wash my hands and get the hell out of there before the stench and bacteria sink into my hair and clothing, and I’m being held hostage by someone wanting to know what I did over the weekend or some other small talk BS that could be done just as well in the break room (or, not at all!!).
Even worse than that are the people who talk to you while you are in the stall!!! They keep asking you questions, which makes you have to talk, too. When I ignore them, they will just repeat themselves, saying “Did you hear me out there??”
And, finally, the ones who talk while in the middle of a loud, stinky crap and fart fest. God, I can barely keep from gagging while trying to hold back the giggles from listening to them fart, and they are expecting me to tell them my recipe for pumpkin bread, or where I bought my shoes. GAH!!!
I drive for a living. More specifically, I transport people with various disabilities to and from medical and other therapeutic appointments.
Bicyclists: Ride on the right side of the road! Unless you’re about to make a left turn (hopefully, you have the courtesy and wisdom to indicate this with a hand signal) you do not belong in the main travel lane! I have ridden a bike before, and in my experience, it is not at all hard to stay far over to the right and allow vehicles capable of travelling the speed limit to pass. Really! No sweat! Broken glass and other road hazards are not covering the entire far right of the road, you silly asshole!
Other drivers: You don’t own the fucking road! Neither do I! We share it! Please go back to kindergarten and review this strange concept of “sharing.” Seriously, your insane competition with people who couldn’t give a flying fuck about your driving “prowess” is a danger to your incredibly dumb, oblivious self and others on the road. Grow the fuck up, or take out your roadhog aggressions on some nifty video game, where real injuries and death aren’t at risk. You might know what you’re doing as you tailgate, cut people off, and generally endanger others in your quest to shave a couple minutes off your commute (since you overslept or some other sorry bullshit), but, see, the rest of us mortals are not included in your Secret Plan. I have witnessed several accidents caused by some idiotic “Jerry, the Race Car Driver [sub]Primus sucks![/sub]” and had to bring people to their dialysis, chemo, and other vital appointments late because of you stupid fucks! Stop it!
I would like to pit Dell Computers. Or at least their advertising department.
The commercial where the 3 young interns put in the extra hours and were leaving, exhausted, and turning out the lights? Where, unbeknownst to them, the Dell tech support call center was?
What? Are these 3 American interns interning in INDIA???
OK, I get the whole outsourcing argument. I don’t buy in to a lot of it. (especailly the quality part. KABC’s computer radio show hosts say they no longer recommend Dell computers, solely because the tech suport in Indi is so bad) But fine, you’ve outsourced it. I’m OK with that. Only don’t try to insinuate that those jobs are STILL HERE!!!
Where the hell is my Simpsons and Friends lately? On at 9:00 at night! Why? Sports. Every goddamn night a cocksucking ballgame. Now even half the threads in the Pit are sports related!
Would it be so fucking hard to make one great big thread to pit ballgames, or at least mention the topic in the subject line? I tolerate enough of these douche bag pricks on TV and now they’re the subject of all the SD conversations.
THAT, I would watch.
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
I cannot stand people who do not understand the phone etiquette surrounding proper greetings and sign-offs. If you call someone, even if it’s a place of business, and you are greeted by a living person who says “Hi,” “hello” or some other salutation, you should reciprocate the greeting. Don’t just launch into your question. And at the end, say “goodbye.” I won’t even insist on a “thank you,” just at least say “goodbye.” I actually took a tally today at work. I answered the phone five times, and four of them went more or less like this:
Me: Thank you for calling Place of Business, this is racinchikki.
Person: What time do you close?
Me: Eleven o’clock, (sir or ma’am as appropriate).
Person: (hangs up immediately)
This gets my knickers in a twist.
People who chat during movies. Even if told not to on the screen and by people around them. Then they get defensive when told to “Shut the F up!!”:rolleyes: