The Complaining and Bitching Thread

I get them often, I feel your pain brother. every time I have a stint removed,it feels like,it is coming out of my brain and its 100 yards long. get well

 

Ok, so it turns out I'm an asshole. I know. I too was shocked. This was news I wasn't fully aware of until yesterday. Process or events leading up to my assholishness actual started weeks ago when I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to have a Mexician Indepenence Day party at our house. Normally I'm not vey open to having parties here at our house however we haven't thrown a party at our home with the core group of friends my girlfriend has been connected with since middle school in a long time We're currently living in a very small two bedroom one bath home with no yard, serious no yard what so ever. So having a group of 20-30 people here makes me feel unconfortably closed in. For the local crowd 30 people partying and dancing in a 10'X15' room is completely normal. It's also normal to arrive a few hours late and to party until well after the sun rises the next day. Then there's the music. The music plays a large part in my decent into my current status of being an asshole. The music and the equipment needed to produce it sealed my fate. The party, set to start at 9:30pm, was finally in full swing at around midnight so I decided to bring out the pork rib, flank steak and veggies I'd been BBQing must of the day. I started cutting meats and putting it in large serving platters and bowls while my girlfriend set out plates and table ware. So far so good. The fact I slow cook/smoke my meats while the norm around here is to flash cook all meats about 1/2 an inch above the red hot coals makes what I BBQ somewhat popular. So folks were lining up to get their plate of ribs and flank steak. I noticed one man was disconnecting the cables on the back on my Bose sound system. Odd I thought. I asked him what he was doing and he stated " I'm a DJ and folks asked if I'd play some music for the party. Now my Bose system is an old wave system and nothing really special but it is one of the only things I have here in Mexico that my father left me. At first I tried to help this guy hook his equipment up with mine. When he started taking screws out of the back of the Bose system I basically said "Umm, no. You can't do that." He explained his inputs were too large to work with my speakers as they're designs to supply music to a whole club. He went on the explain he also needed to do the same thing with my switching box. "Switching box? I don't have a switching box." He put his hand on my Shaw Sat TV PVR receiver and said "yes you do it's right here." No, that's a Sat TV receiver and it's very sensitive if you mess it up the only way I can replace it is beg the couple who got it for me (and allow me to access TV through their account) to bring another one back when the head north next time." " No, trust me I do this for a living that's a switching box, it tell
Mexico is weird sometimes.

 

I'm with snowy on this one.
You don't come into my house and start taking apart my stereo equipment even if it is your 'job'.
I have to admire your cool.

 

There's a part of the Mexican culture, especially with Mexican men, where if they do something and make money at it they are "professionals" and know all there is to know about the field they work in. They may not have any actual knowledge of how to install or work on whatever it is they do but if they get paid for it they're experts and you can not tell them anything. If a car "mechanic" has it in his head your manual transmission car doesn't really need a cutch he might remove it no matter how much you protest. He's a "professional" after all. I have no idea if this is a nation wide thing or just here in the Yucatan. When this man first started unloading his equipment I wasn't thrilled but knew he was a DJ and some major clubs in Cancun hire him regularly. I understand why he wanted to access the input on the Bose system. It has a basic headphone sized output and he ended a larger output. He had an alligator clip splice ready to make to connection. Had it not been for the fact the system he was taking apart is literally the only item of my late fathers in this house I might have let him continue. When he told me my Sat receiver was a "switching box." I decided "nope, another swing and a miss. You're done." As politely as I possibly could I told him my system and his equipment just were not compatible. Spent the next 30-45 mins trying to tell him "please just take your equipment back to your car."

After all was said and done there's little doubt everyone including my girlfriend thinks I was out of line and should have just let him "do his thing." He is a professional and I'm not.

 

I'm going to bitch here so I don't walk into the other room and punch a bitch in the mouth.

I loaded up my entire car alone.
I broke down furniture, packed things, and played tetris with my 2 door hatchback alone.
I cried in the parking lot when things wouldn't fit... alone.
I listened to the person sharing my apartment for the past 17 days and the next seven hours talk on the phone non-stop for three hours... alone.
So when I lost my shit outside the front door and came in sniffling, for her to go "what's wrong?" I really just don't feel as if I should feel the slightest bit bad for just stating that I'd figure it out and closing the door. She just got back on the phone again for another hour.

I'm so fucking tired and frustrated. So many people made me feel loved and like I am special and should be proud of myself. And I am, and I do. And then I get ignored, even after crashing down the stairs. I've been cleaning up after her for days... spilled food, dirty dishes, toilet paper packages not put away, dirty clothes on the toilet lid. It's all hers tomorrow. And I'm not able to vacuum at 6 am or do any significant cleaning. I'm fucking exhausted.

 

@noodle it sounds like someone deserves a talcum powder bomb in the bathroom just before you leave.

 

Sleep doc wrote my prescription on a pad for their location in a different city, meaning nobody here will fill it because insomnia meds are a controlled substance. Pharmacy offered to hold onto it and try to sort things out tomorrow morning before realising the facepalmworthiness of that.

So in order we've got my dentist getting blown up and my meds getting written on the wrong pad. God really doesn't want me to get a good night's sleep right now.

 

Mother. Fracking. Lovebugs.
Auuuuuuuuugh!!

 

Tully, it seems to me the "professional" DJ should have had all of the equipment that he needed, all he would've needed from you is a couple of electrical outlets.

I'm with you....first, don't begin to disconnect anything on my stereo system with first asking for permission...second, there's no way in in hell you're going to start disassembling and then altering my stereo system, I don't care who you are.

Be thankful you're getting paragraph breaks. Many writers seem scared to break their thought(s) into paragraphs, maybe they don't trust the readers to follow what they're writing.

If one of your sub-topics requires a 1000+ words, you need to fucking well use paragraphs.

 

Forgive me, but I have to ask:
Which parts of Fakey Mirage are actually real? Certainly not the wigs, colored contacts, ridiculously enhanced breasts, and most likely she has ass implants as well.