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Oh dear. : A thread about things that tick you off quite a bit, and might even elicit a frown.

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12:16 / 03.04.06

Life, they say, is like a rollercoaster. It rains on the day you go to the theme park, so you end up having tea and crumpets instead. Which is jolly nice, but you can't help feeling that you should vent your frustration somehow, after you've polished off the last of that jam and maybe had a nap.

Well, here is your chance! For when that carton of milk seems rather tricky to open - even though practice helps a lot - and for those times that you have to go back to the shops to buy toothpaste. Yes, we don't care if there are starving in the world, we deserve to go...."tut".

Be brave, my comrades, for this is a thread where your primal shrugging will not be questioned.

12:21 / 03.04.06

My hair needs a cut, yet my life is too busy with frolicking to attend a barbers. My hirsute misery continues to irritate me at a background level about equivalent to distant radio 1.
Tsk.

12:29 / 03.04.06

I'm finding trouble concentrating on work because frankly I don't want to do it.

13:49 / 03.04.06

See above post.

13:53 / 03.04.06

Thirded.

13:59 / 03.04.06

Musn't grumble, though, eh?

Elijah, Freelance Rabbi

14:22 / 03.04.06

Gatorade at the corner store by my office (a 30second to 1 minute trip maximum) is about 70 cents more expensive then at the grocery store. I would just bring to work with me, but that is a longer walk, and the added weight of the beverage could be problematic.

15:46 / 03.04.06

The daffodils in the neighbours' gardens are all blooming. How come ours have never heard of Global Warming? It's not as if Ganesh Titchmarsh hasn't put in the hours out back, flirting with them and giving them short motivational speeches.

I want bloom, soon! Give me yellow head!

Spyder Todd 2008

16:07 / 03.04.06

The Head VP at work has decided that we now need to call every one of our customers and "check in" on them. This job is split between my self and 10 other persons, but I've rather been putting it off as a waste time I could better spend on Barbelith and such. Now though, the proverbial hammer has come down. Oh, bother.

18:01 / 03.04.06

This reads like a very British thread, I like it!

It reminds me of the time I visited the tower, and I was very hyperactive and all my batteries dropped out of my camera right in front of the feet of the "soldier" who was standing at the entrance, letting the people in. His response was, of course "Oh dear."

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

21:26 / 03.04.06

I was quite looking forward to some nice red wine and herb pasta sauce when I got home from the supermarket today, but the bag split and it smashed and went everywhere. So I had frozen pizza instead. It wasn't quite the same.

22:05 / 03.04.06

Those terribly designed blister packs that usually hold computer accessories. I must slice my finger 40% of the time trying to get to the goods.

http://www.packaginggraphics.net/package-design-images/clamshell-packaging.jpg

Oh and when you let somebody past and they walk by you with a face like a smacked arse.

*

22:08 / 03.04.06

Well, for the most part I'm having a ripping good time, but there are a few things that if I weren't so good at keeping in perspective would have me in a positive tizzy. For example, my flat burned down in March— not the one I'm currently living in, but the one where I had my permanent address. My manservant happened to be at home with his— well, a dear old friend of his, shall we say— and they were both unharmed, to which I say cheerio. It is a subject of mild irritation to me, however, that the most convenient way to complete a change of address so that my mail can be forwarded to me involves a charge of a mere dollar on a credit card, by way of verification. Now, a one-dollar charge is no extraordinary matter, except that I recently lost my charge card. I canceled it and had another sent to me, but the bank, of course, sent it to my city address and not to my house in the countryside. So my new card is awaiting me with the rest of my mail, which I cannot get for want of a card. Bother.

In addition, the reason I was keeping my city flat was so that I might have access to healthcare for a particular need. If I make my country home my permanent address, I won't be permitted to get medical care at the free clinic. I might have to let my manservant go in order to pay my medical bills, at this rate. Dear me.

Oh well, chin up and all that. At least I have this bottle of absinthe.

All Acting Regiment

22:19 / 03.04.06

Banananananana...

Banananaa...

No, it's no use, I can't fucking stop spelling it.

Daemon est Deus Inversus

22:46 / 03.04.06

People who occupy more than one weight station at the health club; who obstruct a weight station by holding a conversation with someone; or who are at one station while a trainer occupies another watching them. It's a bother to have to clear your throat, say something nasty, etc. when all you want to do is relax. And I always go through stations in a specific order (as do many people). Quite frankly, after a couple of warnings, I think these people should be executed (or sentenced to 20 years incarceration as public sex animals to the vilest class of convicts).

00:19 / 05.04.06

My mother announcing that I told her I had a boyfriend, out of the blue, at a family dinner last week then cackling madly. How did she know? I certainly didn't tell her.
Very frown inducing. But also kind of funny.

00:46 / 05.04.06

Fuck. I don't have a manservant.

00:48 / 05.04.06

it can be a man-thing.
all that really matters is the service.

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04:08 / 05.04.06

(Out of character aside: "manservant" in this case is faux-upper-class-twit-speak for "gay uncle who kindly let me use his address as my permanent address so I wouldn't have to pay hundreds of dollars every month out of pocket for health care, and who is now moving to a nearby city where there are hopefully fewer fires.")

14:08 / 05.04.06

Well, someone at work keeps using my mug for their tea. Which is ever such a pain in the arse, as they never wash it up.

Plus, it's now gone past the moment when I could've told them in a normal introduction-to-the-office way that the blue kitten one is mine so I don't need to use the skanky old ones of ill-repute. Ergo, either I shall have to endure seeing tea drunk by another from my mug while I suffer the indignities of being given the iffy-smelling Christmas one from that company that we didn't even like anyway, *or* it will just be very weird and awkward when I do tell them to get their filthy hands off my precious mug.

Honestly. It's a bally good job I've got a spare.

Mysterious Transfer Student

14:09 / 05.04.06

Metro (a cheap-ass daily tabloid newspaper given away free on trains in Britain and crammed full of breezy right-wing reportage and inconsequential fluff) is colonising my part of the world like Tribbles on Viagra at the moment. Much as one is supposedly never more than 10 feet from a rat in New York, in Cardiff you're never further than a few metres from a banner headline about the monstrous injustice of speeding drivers' fines being processed by call centre staff and a Kelly Brook interview. Not only has the damn thing taken over offices, trains and even buses, there's even a phalanx of poor souls in bright red bomber jackets circulating through Cardiff and Newport, employed to give free copies of the flimsy rag to passing commuters.

Giving away free copies... of a free paper. Why would anyone do such a thing, unless he be in the grip of a sinister memetic viral plague like the "Laughing Man" from Ghost in the Shell or Generic Warren Ellis Plotline #7A?

Kali, Queen of Kitteh

14:22 / 05.04.06

I was "let go" from my job yesterday. I give these people four years of my precious fucking life....

Oh no, I'm not bitter.

14:27 / 05.04.06

doozy, mate.
its doable.
next time they are drinking from it (ideally mid-sip, while its still hot) exclaim loudly "ah HA! that's where it's got to!" people understand a vexing puzzle more than they do the vexation they cause by 'borrowing', so i reckon you'll be abel to joke about it with them.

the person will probably make those "oh gosh, i didnt realise" noises, at which point you empathise that yes, all the other cups are fucking nasty, and that tht is why you brought it in. they will then not only be happy to return it, they may even make you a cup when they make theirs.

if it was me, i'd clear the air but let them keep the mug. makes you seem even more generous and giving (but it is only a mug) and therefore less like you are mental and give a fuck, and will give you something to joke about at the office party.

you could even elaborate the story of looking for yor lost mug until it becomes an office legend, hey.
everyone likes to be in a legend; the guardians of the grail of coffee cleanliness could well be going down in office history together.

if you are carrying your spare mug when you confront them, you can even tell them how you were so puzzled by it's absence that you bought another one.
you could even say "it must be because we get our drinks at the same time!" facilitating some 'you get mine i'll get yours' bonding i mentioned earlier.

the key here is 'puzzled'.
not incensed, not enraged, not put upon to the degree that razing them for their lack of common decency is the only way forward; puzzled.

now go!
talk mugs!

14:27 / 05.04.06

oh dear, that's terrible. Surely that elicits more than a frown?!

14:30 / 05.04.06

[This thread is getting eerily similar to the URGH! FUCK! thread.]

14:31 / 05.04.06

Sorry - my previous post was to Kali not toksik

14:43 / 05.04.06

And there was me thinking that mug appropriation got you really *enraged*, Jub...
Kali, surely that is more than a 'meh'. Unless of course you thought your employers were a bit poopy anyway.

toksik, I'm not sure it can be done. We're just too close, geographically in the office, for it to be convincing that I hadn't previously noticed the whereabouts of my mug. It was pretty awkward when I had to point out to the offender that he was about to give me my friend's tea - something I knew simply because her mug has got her name on it. That and the fact that he's already been reprimanded once for not washing up his mugs means that he thinks we are a strangely crockery-obsessed bunch.

I might get him his own mug. A mug of his very own to look after...

Kali, Queen of Kitteh

14:47 / 05.04.06

Well, the thing is, the place where I work was sold to a record store earlier this year. So I am no longer working for my original employer who was swell. The new management is not so swell. Honestly, I'm not really upset. I feel rather exhilarated. (And frankly, my customer service was horrifying, so I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did.)

I just hate the fucking idea of looking for employment...

15:02 / 05.04.06

the trick is to do an hour or so of it each morning and then the day is yours. leave it til later and you will be jobless and miserable for longer than necessary, and you willbe able to beat yourself up about it all week.

so.

get the CV done now, go out first thing tomorrow on the hunt.

that way, this time tomorrow, you'll be sitting on the stoop, smoking crack and playing the banjo, safe in the knowledge that you have been good, and are doing the necessary.

dae it!

15:47 / 05.04.06

doozy floop

You could get a new cup, if you don´t want to confront your cuphandler.

Get one like mine, that is easily recognizable, so there´ll be no further "whose is it" incidents:

It can hold up to a 0.8 l and says "Grössenwahn" (= megalomania).

18:13 / 05.04.06

New shoes. Wore them on Monday and they cut the heel of my right foot to ribbon. I have a raw area the size of a 2p piece where the top layer of skin's been abraded. I've been leaving my right foot out of the bath to allow it to scab over, but every piece of footwear I own seems to aggravate it slightly. Healing is slow.

Tt.

18:51 / 05.04.06

You could get one of those cushy Band-Aids, I think they have gel in them?

Less searchable M0rd4nt

19:08 / 05.04.06

The crabstick in my salad yeserday must have disagreed with me. Ttt.

19:26 / 05.04.06

I like my roommate. But. We're going on two years now and though I'm a very patient and longsuffering person, his lack of contribution to the household is wearing on me. He is not a messy person - nevertheless it's only fair that everyone helps clean the house, I think. He's never once cleaned the bathroom and his communal purchases (sponges/cleansers/towels/etc.) have equaled less than the third that is his share of the house. And yet, every time I'm finally starting to simmer over such things (after a few months typically) he'll do something like mop the kitchen or clean the microwave and I actually feel guilty for having been irritated. Even though he's still, overall, not pulling his weight. SIGH.

Kali, Queen of Kitteh

15:02 / 06.04.06

Well, thankfully, my resume has been updated for a while, totsik, so an hour every am I can spare...

Thanks for the advice.

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