But. But. How can you exist without Farmville?
Hey, neighbor: shut up about times being really hard for you until you give some indications you’re making an effort, okay?
Okay, I believe you when you say your husband’s bonus this year is way lower than usual. And I sympathize when you say how much this is stressing out your husband, and how he’s looking for a second job. And, yes, whatever the government says about the official inflation rate, things like gasoline and food ARE way more expensive.
But as far as I can tell, you are refusing to make any adjustments to your lifestyle to adjust to this new reality.
As in:
You still have a top-of-line cable package including pay movie channels and a gazillion sports channels.
You still have a cleaning lady coming in weekly. You’re a stay at home mom, with just one child who is in High School. And you can’t find the time to mop your own kitchen floor?
You still have lawn service. Yes, your husband is working insane hours. Allow me to inform you that lawn mowers can be pushed by people lacking Y chromosomes. Like you! Or your 16 year old daughter! Hey, here’s a thought: if you started to do your own lawn work, you could drop the gym membership – win/win!
You still have a standing appointment to get your hair done every Friday, and at the most expensive salon in the area, naturally.
Oh, and you get your nails done there each week, too.
She was going on and on about how terrible it all was today at a Service meeting, and this in the face of at least two women who I KNOW are in the process of having their houses foreclosed on, and who have been scrambling in every way possible to get by.
I finally had enough. I suggested to her that she could learn to set her own hair, and filing/painting your own fingernails wasn’t very hard to learn either.
She said something like, “Oh, I can’t give that up – it’s wonderfully relaxing to sit there and be pampered.”
Yeah. One minute she’s saying she soooo worried about the money worries stressing poor hubby, but clearly feeling pampered is way more important than that. :rolleyes:
raises hand Stay alert; it happens. The girl (had to be early 20s) that rear-ended us at a stop sign actually said to the responding officer: “I didn’t know they were gonna stop all the way.” :smack:
I’m with you. I saw the same post and profile pic changes yesterday and posted a comment on a friend’s status update: “This is cute, but how does this help prevent child abuse?” The answer I got was that it’s for awareness. Who isn’t aware that child abuse is happening and that’s Not a Good Thing™? 
So, it came up while I was out at breakfast this morning with some other friends. They had the same thought. It was suggested that if it truly about awareness, they might make some effort to provide some statistics about child abuse that might educate someone. Then it got silly and one friend suggested posting a poll that seems utterly obvious: Out of all the children polled, 100% indicated they do not like to be beaten. This is how inane these status update cause drives appear to be. The other friend noted that it’s indicative to her how lazy people have become that they copy and paste a status update and that’s enough for them to think they’ve done some good. I have to say I agree with her.
I think I’m going back to Facebook to post some child abuse hotline numbers in the comments of all those idiots with a cartoon character as a profile pic. At least it won’t totally go to waste. Nimrods.
I hate tech support with the grand passion of 2000 suns. I understand that you don’t know what’s causing the error, that it seems strange, that it’s out of your experience and above your pay grade. But don’t lie to me about what’s causing it and if you must lie, the lie shouldn’t be stupid.
If your non net-based program isn’t working, my connection speed is irrelevant.
Gosh Mr. Asshole, I’m sorry that the people being paid $10-12 an hour to answer phones and do basic troubleshooting are not Omniscient GODS who can answer your every question and resolve every issue with the snap of their fingers. My magic wand is in the shop today, or I’d be right on your horrific life-altering issue even if it involves parts of my company based 3,000 miles away and maintained by some of the other several thousand people my company employs. Because damned if stupid motherfuckers like you don’t expect me to instantly have all knowledge of and access to every remote part of not only my company’s systems and equipment, but everything that may ever come into contact with it.
You know, you bitch many times in this thread about your job, your bosses, and your life, but if this is what passes for comprehension in your world, I kinda don’t think your problems are caused by other people.
FedEX, I choose you!!!
So, I am visiting family through the holidays, and I am currently staying at my sister’s place. I had a package delivered to her address. This seems like the beginning of a rather mundane, uneventful story, right? Wrong!
I was not there to receive my package, and when I got back, I found one of those door tags with a rather cryptic message. Usually, they’d tell you they had made an attempted delivery and to pick it up at a certain FedEX facility. My tag had some weird address scrawled on it. Hmmm. I went to check up on the online tracking system and found that they had delivered it to… “another residence” (yes, that’s what was written on the online tracking system) and had some unfamiliar person sign it. WTF, fedEX.
A quick call to their customer service had this lady blubbering to me that they MEANT to do that, “out of convenience” for me so that I don’t have to go pick it up at one of their facilities. Holy shit, and here I thought that these clowns were just dumbasses who couldn’t do the simple task of delivering a package to the correct address. This is way worse. Who the fuck are they to deviate from standard procedures and decide what is “convenient” for me? Can anyone tell me what is the point of their “signature upon delivery” service if they are going to get just about anyone at any location to sign it??? In what world are they are making things easier for me by delivering a package - whose contents is worth thousands of dollars - to some random stranger at some random location?
And to make matters worse, said stranger has been MIA for the past few days. He/she could be out of town until the next year, for all I know. Oh no no no, I cannot wait until next year to get my package, by that time which I will be out of the country. I was debating whether I should just drop another several grand to get a new shipment, because I really need it ASAP.
WTF, FedEX!!! You know you suck when USPS is like fucking Usain Bolt compared to you, and has more common sense to boot. Happy holidays and a big FUCK YOU to you clowns too!!!
Pardon me if I’m a little sensitive to bitching about tech support when I spent a good chunk of my week with people who expected exactly what I complained about.
I can’t tell you why another company’s server is telling you X, I can’t tell you what the settings are on your company’s servers, I can’t correct your information in a server controlled by another part of my company that I have no access to, I can’t force a manager in a different company’s retail stores to do JACK, and I can’t call up Fedex and, as one total fucking moron wanted, force them to have something that their system was showing as being 1,000 miles away, delivered within a couple of hours.
It has been a bad week and a (very unusually) bad day of excessively stupid people demanding things that, if they really spent five minutes thinking about, they would know that I can’t do for them.
wtf indeed.
“Oh, we just found some nearby stranger and gave it to them. Hope that’s convenient for you!”
Texas Roadhouse? You suck. TheKid wanted to go there for her birthday tonight. Look online - they don’t take reservations. I called today around noon to find out when would be the best time to “call ahead for your convenience” before showing up at 630 as a party of 10. Oh, I want to talk to the “large party coordinator” at 430? Sure, I’ll call then.
Called at 430. The person who answered wouldn’t transfer me to the “large party coordinator”, stated she wouldn’t take my name, and they don’t have set ups for parties of 10, we’d have two tables of 5. Oh, and they probably wouldn’t be anywhere near each other. WTF?
Just for poops and giggles, I called again at 6 and actually spoke with the large party coordinator. Nope, no way they can accomodate to tables of 5 anywhere near each other.
Why the hell do you have a “large party coordinator” when you have no way to accomodate a large party? Yanno, we really didn’t even want to go for the food as much as the birthday foolishness they do.
Green Mill was able to easily push two tables together and we had a fabulous meal, including a rousing sing-a-long for TheKid. And, despite my bringing in Cold Stone Creamery cupcakes, they still gave her a slice of cake with a candle.
Surprisingly well, actually. 
When you’re playing the Battlestar Galactica game and you become a Cylon, you actually have to HELP the Cylons, not sabotage them! It doesn’t matter if people think you are a Cylon if you because you aren’t sabotaging the Cylons well enough; winning the game is more important than blowing your cover. Gah!
That’s Ms. Asshole. Thank you very much.
I’m so glad I’m not the only person who loathes those useless “paste this moronic shit to your update if you agree” balls of shit. I bet you all hate that worthless “don’t buy gas today” crap, too.
Except you clearly didn’t read the post. She’s bitching about what appears to be legitimately shitty tech support, the kind we’ve all experienced. Not everybody in tech support is as amazing and fabulous as you are–especially the bottom-of-the-barrel, first-rung people in offshore offices who can barely speak English beyond what they needed to pass their TOEFL and aren’t allowed to deviate from a script that assumes (unfortunately, probably rightly) that 90% of callers are literally retarded.
It seems obvious to me that she’s being told that her connection speed is causing an issue, or related to an issue, with a program that doesn’t require nor use a network connection. That is shitty tech support.
I appreciate the tendency to knee-jerk defend your profession, because it does get a bad rap from idiots, but please, remember that not every tech support or customer service person is you.
Was the person an obvious male with an accent, suspiciously named “Peggy”?
The earliest sunset of the year is sometime this week. It’s fucking dark all the time. And, just to add the cherry on top of the shit sundae, it’s fucking snowing. Already.
Every fall I feel like bawling out loud when I realize that once again, we all mess with the clocks so that instead of the sun going down at 5 pm, it is now going to go down at 4 pm, and we still have two months to go to the shortest day of the year. WAAAAAAHHHHHH! I really should start my petition to get rid of Clock Messing Around Time in this province (I don’t know which time is the bad one - I just want to pick a time and stick with it).
me too. It’s dark at half past four in the afternoon; daylight saving my ass. Saved for when exactly, motherfucker?
I keep all of the shades drawn and never really see the sun so it’s not so bad.
But we’re over the hump folks. Just a few short weeks to the solstice and then it’s smooth sailing. Yes, the days are still short, but at least it starts to get a little better every day.
Hey, what’s wrong with snow? I mean, real, honest snow, not that slushy crap that turns into rain before the whole shit freezes over and the municipality can’t get their effing sanding trucks out before next month so I can get blocked in traffic by some 4WD truck driven by a moron, equipped with summer tires and then stuck trying to drive up a molehill.
And you in the new, big BMW: Quit pointing at the sidewalk when you pass me, I can’t ride my bike on the sidewalk today, even if I wanted to. There’s about 20cm of snow there, see? A bike is, by definition, a vehicle and, according to our traffic rules, perfectly legal to use on the road. It’s not your pavement, even if you’re driving that new, ridiculously expensive penis substitute. So don’t pass me, cut in before me and stop, because I’ll probably dent your precious bimmer when I rear-end you. OK? And attend a refreshment class in traffic rules before Christmas, will ya? You seem to need just that. Asshole.