The Complaining and Bitching Thread

You're not missing anything. Lots of pictures, little discussion. Personally, I prefer talking with people.

 

FFS, every time the words "I wanna blow you" came out of my mouth tonight, my MIL called.

 

It happened twice. Eventually, though, I got what I wanted, rest assured.

 

Hubs is going out after work for dinner with his group. I don't know what to feed myself. Eating alone sucks.

 

There are worse -aholics out there.

 

You are respectful about it. Most people who invite me to these things are essentially just spamming me. Like, hey, we haven't talked in months, maybe even years, but BUY JEWELRY AND NAIL WRAPS SO I CAN GET FREE STUFF.

I spent an hour today trying to solve the issue of a malfunctioning Seagate Backup Plus drive. Sadly, the ultimate solution was an RMA with Seagate. Yay, warranty! I don't know what happened to the drive, but it had so many bad sectors that I couldn't even test or format it.

And if someone tries to claim they could have fixed it, well, I'll punch you in the face. I know how to troubleshoot.

 

That's about right.

And a cleanroom.

 

I swear that 99% of the time when a Saturday or Sunday (or both) is ruined for me it's from the type of work I hate the most.

I've got to find my way out of having to do this shit. I hate it so much.

 

Well, THAT was a disaster.

We got a new microwave yesterday because the old one (10 years old) gave up the ghost. It made me a little sad; it was a GE microwave and made me laugh in my head because it always made me think of Jack Donaghy, Vice President of East Coast Television and Microwave Oven Programming for General Electric. Anyway, I went to microwave my hard wax for my face, so I could remove my lady-mustache and clean up my brows a bit before doing the rest of my face routine, and despite being really careful and doing it at 30-second intervals, I guess I went one too long and the wax melted the container, pouring wax all over the plate I'd put underneath it.

Fortunately, I'm kind of a pro at cleaning up after this hard wax now, and my fingertips are long since immune to heat (thanks, kitchen work!). I was just glad I'd put something underneath the container, because it would be a LOT harder to clean up my new microwave.

 

Good news. I'm in KY and the hotel bar has 23 yr Pappy Van Winkle.


Bad news. It's $100/oz.


I'll splurge on stuff, but that is excessive. So close, yet so far.