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Urgh! Fuck!: A thread for untamed hate and anger [PICS]

  
  

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Spatula Clarke
17:09 / 20.10.04
Cheers Sally. I dunno which narks me more - that one (which has happened a few times now) or actually getting an interview, having the interview, then never hearing back from the company again. Is it really so difficult to 'phone somebody up and say "no"?
 
 
Tryphena Absent
17:15 / 20.10.04
Ask him to move his glasses out of a communal area if he doesn't want anyone else to use them. I'm not kidding you, if you let this go on for the rest of the year your head's going to explode from painRageArrgghh. Soon you'll be noticing all the petty things as well, like cheese and grapes in the freezer and you'll resent the space used to freeze things that really don't need to be frozen, even if you have nothing you want to freeze.
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
16:52 / 24.10.04
Gaaaaaaaaaaah.

On friday the arsehole decides to have a good fucking go at me about my washing up habits- to be fair, I have been a little messy lately and while I did have reasons for being a little sloppy that week (two assessed peices of work and the onset of winter which always makes me glum and unenergetic- thankfully the coursework's in and I seem to have kicked the S.A.D. into touch, anyway) he can't be expected to guess them or understand them. But I'd just fucking pulled my finger out and tidied all my shit away and WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, FUCK BISCUIT? One of my flatmates explains that he's really stressed right now which fair enough but after two weeks of him being terse and standoffish with me for no reasons I can understand I was at the end of my fucking tether with him. Anyway.

Last night I was in the kitchen making some stuff and there are a few people in there- visitors, etc. And the X(tremely shit) factor is on. And he starts going off about how fit the next contestant is. And when she comes on I express the opinion that I don't think she's all that. And the fucker starts trying to have a sly dig at me saying I couldn't pull her granny and he'd hate to see my exes. What the fuck? What the fucking fuck, you condiscending-two-years-younger-than-me-shit-hair-having-god-you-wish-you-were-a-player PISSMONGER? It was like he had some abstract understanding of what an insult was but couldn't quite reach for it. Then he starts asking me if I'm going out and when I reply none of the people I wanted to ask where around he starts giving me all this crap about why don't I ask people on my course? Why can't I ask people on my course? and what the fuck, you wanker, I might not be the fucking fonz but you are in no fucking position to lecture me on my social skills you BORING TOSS-OFF.

jsjfijihjFUCK.

Anyway I get a knock on my door today as I'm about to step into the shower: Did I use his baking tray? No, I haven't been in the kitchen since last night. Did I use his tray last night? No (for the love of god you arsewipe you know for a fucking fact I have nothing to bake and I'm finishing off my rice meal things. FACE PUNCHINGS).

This guy seems obsessed with picking holes in every aspect of my lifestyle. Like when I take two full binbags out of my room this morning to take to the skip and he asks me if I think it's weird that I keep that much rubbish in my room? (no dickmunch, since this is mostly just cardboard boxes from shit I've bought, some waste paper from my freshly-sorted notes pile and some plastic coke bottles that have built up over the last week. GOD).

And like half an hour ago, when I'm reading my freshly aquired Doom Patrol: Crawling from the Wreckage trade in the communal kitchen room thing and he tries to imply I'm a fucking kid for reading comics.

This guy is a human shitstain. His parents are loaded, he has this fucking horrible attitude and the only possible thing I can think of that could have offended him is my drunken defence of Socialisim after Har Mar Superstar.

GGGGUUUUUUHHHHHH.

And with all this shit built up in my head I notice a pretty girl is staring at me in the lift and I'm so tense all I can manage is a dorky half-smile. Who am I, Peter fucking Parker?

HFIHIUHSSSSSAIHUHJKOPJOJIJHAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHJHHH
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
16:53 / 24.10.04
Holy fuck, did I just type all that? I'm not particuarly coherent right now, I will clarify points on request.
 
 
Spaniel
11:58 / 25.10.04
Oh, you poor bastard.

There is nothing worse than suffering the condescension of an idiot.
 
 
Scrubb is on a downward spiral
17:04 / 25.10.04
GRRAAArrgghHHHHHHHH....

You utter fuckstick. You know those forms - the really, really fucking important forms that I need for my visa application? The forms you forgot to send me last month? The forms which I need right now? The forms which will enable me to actually get a degree? Here's a thought - how about you actually send me the right forms, and not the forms which expired 2 fucking years ago, hmn?

I don't give a fuck that your shiny glossy department website profile lets me know about your exciting 2 degrees, and I am appalled that you are "thinking seriously about doing an MBA" when you can't even send me the right forms....

Jesus cocking Christ.
 
 
Papess
16:52 / 31.10.04
We are at McDonald's...at my son's request. No problem. He eats and goes to play in the plastic tubes with the rest of the kids that frequent the joint on Sunday mornings with their families. I hear my son suddenly, screaming and crying from inside the tunnels.

Normally, anyone over 12 is not allowed into the tubes in the play area, but this is my son in trouble. So, I go swiftly up a spiral incline of the slide to reach him. On my way up, a kid is coming down. I do my best to avoid him in my hurry to reach my son, but as he slides past me, his head hits my boot. I tell him sorry, kid..I have to get my son!, and keep going as he slides out of the tube.

I get my son, we get down. The other kid's father calls me over. "Yes?", I say. Just then noticing his child...whom I have already apologized to. The father then asks me, "Did you hit my son?" I immediately begin to apologize again to the child, and try to tell him I didn't mean to hurt him...BUT, his dear father interrupts me and says, "So, you did hit him?"

Me: "Well, not exactly...I was trying to reach my son...it was an accident..."

Father, pointing his finger about six inches from my face, "You had better watch it..."

Me: "I had better what?"

Father, now rising to his feet: "You had better watch it."

Me: "Watch what? Are you threatening me?"

Father: "You hurt my son and you don't even apologize for it. You kicked my son!"

Me: "I didn't kick your son, he slid into my boot when I was retrieving my son as he was crying. AS for apologizing, I was doing that when you interrupted me to threaten me. Is this what you are teaching your son, intolerance?"

Father: "You cunt."

Me: "Oh, very nice. i can see what you are teaching your son."

Father: "You cunt, you didn't even apologize."

Me: "I did! I even apologized to your boy in the tube!"

Father: "You were not supposed to be in there." he turns to his son and asks him if I had apologized in the tube. The child nods yes, after all this.

Me: "I swear, it was an accident. What exactly would you have done if your child was crying in the tube?"

Father: "Look you, don't provoke me. I will beat the shit out of you!"

Me: "You'll what?!...I don't think so, buddy."



I really, really wished it was the father whose head had made contact with my boot.


Arrgh! Some people's parents.
 
 
The Natural Way
20:07 / 31.10.04
I have no anger myself, but what a bunch of fucks we have clogging up the good and wholesome lives of the people in this thread. Jesus, Dudley, it's getting pretty much unbearable for me to read about this guy! How the bastard can you live with the prick? I soooo want to give him shit to his face. That's the fucking thing with obsessive compulsives, their behaviour's normal to them and they just can't get it into their bloody heads that it's them with the problem and you, y'know, haven't actually contaminated their fucking glass by drinking from it.

And, yeah, the whole condescending idiot thing.
 
 
Cloned Christ on a HoverDonkey
03:55 / 01.11.04
My. Boss. Is. A. Twat!

Because of this, one of my colleagues has resigned, leaving me to do overtime to plug the gap. I'm working nights this week and came in on Friday to see an amended shift rota on my desk, including 11 extra 12 hour shifts between now and Xmas.

Upon perusal, I see that yes, I can accommodate these shifts around my family life. All except one. Feeling quite good that I'm able to earn a bit of extra Xmas dosh, and thinking I'm going to earn major brownie points with the company, I email my boss:

Hi Xxxxx,

Regarding the amended shift pattern, I am able to work Sunday night, but unfortunately will not be able to cover Monday night.

Emma is working both Monday and Tuesday and I have not been able to arrange any childcare for either day, which leaves me to look after him. On first impressions the other days do not seem to be a problem, subject to confirmation from my mother and mother-in-law regarding child care.

Please accept my apologies for Monday night.

Regards,

Xxxx.

Great, I thought, he'll be happy with that. But no. I arrive in on Saturday evening to see a printout of the email above, with a huge line gouged through it with a black biro. Handwritten, in capitals beneath the email was a note, ending with the phrase, "I'm sorry, Xxxx, but one way or another you will be working on Monday."!

He mustn't have fully understood what my email said, I think. I'd better phone him, I think.

Me: Hi, I read your note, but I'm sorry I still can't work on Monday.

Him: You are working on Monday.

Me: I don't think you understand: I can't work on Monday. It isn't physically possible.

Him: You are working Monday, and that's the last I want to hear about it.

Me: No, I can't. I have to look after my son.

Him: You are obliged to cover staff absences.

Me: No I'm not. That obligation doesn't exist.

Him: It comes with the job, you have to work it.

Me: Have you ever heard of employment law?

Him: Don't start! >idiot boss actually slams phone down<...

Now correct me if I'm wrong, but this isn't standard (or recommended) management technique. The man is a cunt. I want to kill him. He makes David Brent look like Bill Gates. Suffice it to say that I won't be in tonight.
 
 
Nobody's girl
04:43 / 01.11.04
Your boss sounds like an asshole. From what I can tell you have a right to be considered for flexible working if you have a child under the age of 6 or disabled kid under 18 and your employer must consider your request seriously- i.e. if they turn you down they must provide a good reason, not "because I said so". Doesn't sound like you necessarily want to go this route but you can always threaten it if your boss wont budge, see what happens.

CAB might be worth a visit to make sure of your rights and there's always your union, this is the sort of situation a union rep is useful for.
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
16:17 / 01.11.04
I've been ignoring the flatmate quite happily for a week- last time he said something tosserish (about my new haircut) I just smiled sadly and shook my head as if to say OH SHIT, SON, YOU JUST FUCKED UP. He mumbled something about how it looked good really and that's been the last of it.

Bush Loses His HoverDonkey: Oh god, that's repulsive. My gut reaction is you should get him in a headlock, but that probably wouldn't help.
 
 
Benny the Ball
16:52 / 01.11.04
Dud's - I think that he fancies you and doesn't know how to approach the subject.

Barb - sound's like the kind of parent that drags his kids to Peterborough to shout outside Pedi-trials.

Donkey - doesn't your company have a HR dept that you can complain to - especially in light of the manner in which he replied to your written request.

I have nothing to moan about, and feel like an island of calm wonder in a sea of untamed rage...

arghhhghhhhhh! That was really shit prose, fuck! I hate it when that............
 
 
Benny the Ball
17:18 / 01.11.04
Actually I do have a bit of a gripe.

I've just got back from LA, been away for 3 weeks, and was kind of depending on two invoices that I put in 23rd of September being paid when I got back (there is a rule that they have to be paid within 28 days). I handed them directly in so no lost in post crap.

But they haven't been paid. And my rent has gone out, putting me over drawn and left me with no money at all for the next month.

Okay, so I chase them up about it. The company is no longer in the office. I contact the main company office, first leave a message on a voice mail. No reply. Got in touch with someone today who gave me the number of the account, called them, voice mail. Left message at 10 this morning. No reply. Tried again, no answer. Sent email. No answer.

So, I have had to pay an overdraft charge, use my credit card to put money into my account, so get a charge there - that's two charges.

This is not a small amount of money (about £1500) and when you have no money it is a very big amount of money. I've been busy today as it is, so to have to keep being destracted to contact a bunch of tight wad apes that pass you on or don't return your calls when you are really concentrating on something that has suddenly come up that needs to be completed in two days, and is a big amount of work, and is very very important to not only you but a very good friend and partner, well...

Anyway, so these pricks have managed to swerve paying for 39 days, 11 over the time they are allowed. COCKS!!!!!!

Happens all the time at the moment.

rant...mumble...etc
 
 
Sekhmet
17:44 / 01.11.04
Little freaking cocksucking punks. You were way too old to be trick-or-treating anyway, and you didn't even bother to wear costumes, or even say "trick-or-treat". You just shoved grimy shopping bags in my face when I opened the door. And fuck me if I didn't give you some candy, in the hopes that it would at least keep you from egging my car.

And then you go and steal my favorite fucking candleholder from my goddamn front porch.

Little cocksucking punks.

Sigh.
 
 
Papess
18:08 / 01.11.04
Geesus, HoverDonkey, why can't your boss work it? Does he have plans? Is it too demeaning for him to do some of the work of a absentee position, himself? Is it even too much trouble for him to reassign the shift?

Power trippin' dickwad. He wins this...


AAAARRRRGH! That is for you, HoverDonkey. I simply hate injustice and power pigs that dole it out.

Oh, and little something else for your boss:




Today, my world is beautiful, serene and loving. *sigh*
 
 
Cloned Christ on a HoverDonkey
22:33 / 01.11.04
HeHe - thanks all for your support (esp BarbeLillithm, for your accurate pictorial representation of my feelings). As I'm writing this from home you can conclude that I didn't turn in for tonight's shift.

Instead, I wrote a formal letter (of which I have a copy), stating that I needed to reiterate the fact that I couldn't do tonight's cover. I also mentioned, just so it's on the record and permanent, how I was a little aggreived by the fact that he hung up on me, especially considering we hadn't reached a resolution. I mentioned that I felt threatened by his stance on this matter.

I brought to his attention all the overtime I had worked this year, the fact that I'm a husband and a father and that my duties in life have to be shared between the company and my family. I also stated that I don't ever recall being paid to be effectively "on call".

Haven't received a reply, but a colleague phoned me and told me that he'd sent someone home from the day shift (after they'd done 4 hours) so that they could come back and work the night shift. The same colleague also mentioned that now - considering the wealth of written evidence we now have - is the time to really "stick it to him".

I couldn't agree more. My father-in-law is a self-emplyed HR consultant, boasting an encyclopaedaic (sp?) knowledge of employment law and he's volunteered to represent me, should I need it. His default standpoint is one of innate superiority, so he should (not literally) piss all over this jumped up, workshy, wobbly-necked, hasn't-got-a-managerial-bone-in-his-body, sits in his office all day talking about his latest gadget, insignificant fuck of an oik.

It's time for this guy's cows to come home...
 
 
Cloned Christ on a HoverDonkey
22:46 / 01.11.04
Heck - just realised that in my little anger-centric world of pain, I have totally ignored my other board-brethren's troubles.

Dudley: my suggestion, no matter how hard it may be to follow, is to let this guy's ridiculousness just slide over your teflon-coated exterior. He's obviously so insecure about your superior social skills and kick-back attitude to life that he feels the need to take these insecurites out on you. Any anger he gleans from you is a result for him. Fuck him, basically. Or get him in a head-lock.

Benny: yet another example of the little guy (not that I've seen you. You know what I mean, though) getting fucked over by the big guy. My company is just the same - they owe a contractor over half a million quid and have sat back, quite happily, while the company initiates liquidation. Fuck 'em backwards with a sideways breeze-block, the gits.
 
 
Papess
22:48 / 01.11.04
And to that HoverDonkey, I would just like to say...

MOO!
 
 
Papess
22:50 / 01.11.04
err..the "moo" was for your quest, HD - not to the replies you made!
 
 
Bed Head
22:53 / 01.11.04
God, I’m suddenly loving the vibe in this thread. You dudes need a huddle. And I feel in need of some pom-poms.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
08:50 / 02.11.04
what a bunch of fucks we have clogging up the good and wholesome lives of the people in this thread.

What he said. I am full of hatey hate for crappy housemates, wanker bosses ect. Hate hatey hate McHate. HATE.
 
 
Papess
11:16 / 02.11.04
God, I’m suddenly loving the vibe in this thread. You dudes need a huddle. And I feel in need of some pom-poms.


Gimme an "R"!!....Gimme an "A"!!,....Gimme a "G"!!,....Gimme an "E"!!...What does it spell?

BARBELITH!
 
 
Benny the Ball
13:44 / 02.11.04
Finally got through to someone who told me the cheque is there, ready to be sent, just needs to be signed.

AAAAAAAAAAAGHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH I'm choking on my own rage here!
 
 
&#9632;
21:10 / 02.11.04
[Knocks Benny out, fingers down throat, hoiks out the rage]
Better now? Headsick tonight should be confined for hating all Republican voters. Bastards.
 
 
Ganesh
22:35 / 02.11.04
Or, if one is of a particular bent, all Americans (American foreign policy being what it is). But yes, especially Republican voters.
 
 
HCE
22:39 / 02.11.04
MY STOMACH HURTS!
 
 
Our Lady Has Left the Building
08:06 / 03.11.04
Dear Every American That Didn't Vote for Kerry,

Congratulations, how does it feel to have fucked up an entire planet in one go?

Love,

Our Lady of the We All Lose Meme.
 
 
Baz Auckland
09:25 / 03.11.04
Gah.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
09:28 / 03.11.04
What. The. BLUE BUGGERING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKING PEOPLE?
 
 
pear
09:56 / 03.11.04
Horrid little shits who took a potshot at my train carriage with their air rifle last night.

huge smack as one of the windows frosted (thank jebus for safety glass) leaving a lot of commuters more than a little shaken up.

Good job it was yesterday, what with no armed police around to show them how fun it is to play with guns/ chair legs

Little fuckers
 
 
Hattie's Kitchen
10:13 / 03.11.04
Dear Every American That Didn't Vote For Kerry Pt 2:

I guess you voted for Bush because you reckon he's doing a real good job making the world a safer place. Chances are, though, that in four years time, there may not be a fucking planet left.

Thanks for nothing.

God screw America.

Hattie.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
11:03 / 03.11.04
Democracy schmemocracy.
 
 
I'm Rick Jones, bitch
14:03 / 03.11.04
FUCK EVERYTHING EVER

I am moving to mars

FUCK FUCK FUCK
 
 
Cloned Christ on a HoverDonkey
14:27 / 03.11.04
FUCK
 
 
Papess
14:46 / 03.11.04
We hate you AMERICA! WE H-A-T-E YOU!



Make that the planet.

How is Mars this time of year? I bet the atmosphere is way better than earth's has been these past 4 years.


I feel sick too. I feel helpless, actually

....that makes me feel way ill.
 
  

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