December ranting! Share your minirants here.
A mini-rant: Why aren’t people returning my phone calls? Darn it!
Also, when my cat throws up, why does he have to throw up all over the damn place? Arrgh.
my cats always aimed for the rugs.
Times infinity.
TV series that split their seasons, i.e., Mad Men, The Good Wife, Walking Dead, etc. Fuck all y’all.
Fuck this fucking cold. Or flu. Or flucold. Or whatever the hell it is. I lost a 5 day weekend to this shit. My whole Thanksgiving weekend is a blur of semi-consciousness punctuated with hot tea, nasty tasting cough medicine, and repeated bouts of that ever popular game ‘I’m too hot, now I’m too cold’. And now I’m at work, still sick. 
My mother is one of those people who can’t listen to someone else’s troubles without trying to either trump them or solve them. It’s actually pretty surprising that she can listen to readings of the Passion without walking up to the priest and offering the phone number of a lawyer she knows who, well, as far as she knows he doesn’t do criminal law, but he surely could recommend someone, yes?
I know I’m guilty of it sometimes, too. I actually get paid to solve people’s problems, sometimes I need to hit my head a few times :smack::smack::smack: to dislodge the problem-solving chip and get the listening chip in place.
But damn, I hope that my problem-solving abilities are better than “so, you know that the apartment in Sweden has a laundry room in the building, right? The dryer is broken and” “oh, well, just bring your clothes to Barcelona and do your laundry there.”
Yeah, Mom, I’m planning on buying enough clothing to go three weeks without doing laundry, checking in several suitcases, spending the whole fucking weekend doing laundry except for the time I spend visiting Grandma, and then checking in the same several suitcases now containing the clean laundry. I’m reasonably sure there are better solutions… :smack:
That was the brightest of the suggestions she had yesterday. Argh!
So there I was in a work-related meeting and I kept hearing this loud obnoxious electronic beeping sound. I thought the guy beside me couldn’t be arsed to silence his phone, which is super rude IMHO, because it was loud and distracting. I glanced over later and it was…
… a freakin’ TAMAGOTCHI.
I can’t make this up. The 40+ year-old man brought his Tamagotchi to a MEETING and proceeded to feed it or whatever all throughout the meeting. You can’t mute those things either, so it was beeping and chirping randomly all throughout the meeting.
Fucking Christmas music. That is all.
Agreed.
The Walking Dead isn’t quite as bad as some of the others; their break is only a couple of months. Series like Mad Men and Breaking Bad, though, which wait a full year between halves, can fuck right off. If your “season” is split in two like that, it’s not a season; it’s two short seasons.
What is it about people entering Costco suddenly walking like they are in molasses?
Perfectly normal people enter these stores and instantly drop to the lowest walking gear possible.
Not to mention the ones who upon entering the store, stop in their tracks, taking it all in like it was Giza, or the Great Wall.
Christ. I need to get other things done today than follow your “Planet Hollywood” clad ass around, waiting for you to decide if you need a ten gallon tub of mayonnaise.
Dear Og, I think every dish in the house was dirty when I went to bed last night! (Only half of 'em now. I’m working on it.)
I’m easily overwhelmed sometimes - I need to get over that, I know - but I’m just so damned tired of never having a few uninterrupted minutes to knock out one or two little jobs. If I start doing dishes, someone wants lunch, or the phone rings, or there’s a diaper to change. If I get back to the kitchen to wash up, two minutes later, here comes someone else who needs something else, or there’s someone at the door, or the dog just got into the trash can. Wash two more glasses, and here comes the next distraction.
And I’m drowning in “stuff.” Every time I think I’m almost organized, someone brings in more stuff. I’m tired of stuff - mine, my family’s, my houseguests’, the random stuff my mom brings, the very thought of all of the stuff that lurks at my mom’s house and my in-laws’ that they expect us to treasure one day.
Not exaggerating here: By the time I typed this and hit “preview,” I had stopped to make three sandwiches for kids’ and husband’s lunch. Then my dad came in and wanted a bowl of leftover fruit salad that Ma sent here after yesterday’s potluck - I had to wash a spoon first, because none were clean. And then I washed the rest of the flatware and casserole dishes and put the pots and pans in the sink to soak. And moved a load of laundry to the dryer and put another in the wash. Let one dog out and another in. Put away a new pair of shoes that my mom sent for the pre-schooler. And changed a diaper, then changed the bandage on my finger because I still have dishes to wash. That’s a typical half-hour of my life right now.
Sing it. We buy bulk food for our weekend lunch program at a local school. This means I have to use one of those big flatbed carts. It’s not a problem until the thing is really loaded up, and then it’s a bitch to get moving and almost impossible to stop quickly. People have wandered out in front of me and stopped dead; it’s a wonder that I haven’t broken someone’s ankle or at least caused minor injury. I have smashed into a cart or two that has cut in front of me. I blame cell phones for most of this.
I did get minor revenge: a little boy stood in front of me and wouldn’t move. I turned the cart to go around him and he moved in front of me again, giving me a snotty “nyahnyah” look. Tried again, same thing. His mother, who was on her phone, finally saw him and told him to stop, but he wouldn’t move, so she scooped him up and plunked him in her basket. He started howling; as she moved away, he looked back at me and I pointed and laughed. Sweet.
Jesus Jumped Up Christ, do you live in a house full of invalids? Tell them to get their own damn food (children under 10 excluded).
Mine: Contractor who is doing our kitchen just tacked on a “waste removal fee” of $300 to our latest updated invoice. Must be nice to just be able to make up charges whenever you feel like it (and no, I’m not paying it).
Minor rant, just found out I need bifocals. I’m not even 40 yet for Pete’s sake.
Major rant: My school adviser is an idiot. Thanks for just now mentioning that I have to somehow squeeze a five week on-site job shadowing class session into working full time and still having other classes next semester. I’m still on track to graduate after this next semester, but I may be dead or insane by then.
Hmm. How to put this diplomatically?
Her kids are under ten, and her husband is a disabled cop recovering from a pretty severe set of injuries sustained on duty.
What she needs is a “houseguest” who’s [del]not afraid[/del] inclined to pitch in and help out around the place. Dunno if they’ve got space for one, though.
Well then, that does suck. I’d say that’s worthy of a maxi-rant.
Kayla has a very smart dad!
And I can hardly complain about my own dad, who may wander in at inopportune moments, but he’s here helping me with a bunch of small and large outdoor jobs that I haven’t had the time to tackle - putting up rails on the back deck, building a rack for the spare scrap lumber from the old deck and stacking it, building a dog kennel, bush hogging the ditch, etc. Dipping a bowl of ambrosia salad is hardly a bad time trade!
I’m just twitchy because I really, really, really need some serious alone time, and that looks unlikely any time soon…
Tamagotchis still exist?
If this happens again, tell the guy he’s behind the times. Or film the whole thing and upload it to YouTube.
What a joke. I’d lay odds that he has a bust in his bid and is trying to make up for the loss. He should just be honest and tell you that the XXX was more expensive than anticipated and that he’ll need to charge you for it.