The Complaining and Bitching Thread

My knee cracks and pops when I walk. If my knee doesn't, my ankle does.

Years of rugby have been hard on my body.

 

Just went to Comcast to get the Ex's name off of my cable account.

"Make a copy of his ID for the account..."

"His" ID? Seriously, woman, do you not see my tits??!

 

*a wild TFPDOM suddenly enters thread on high alert*

 

FUCK DELTA!

 

What's with the weird time warp when I'm on vacation.
The week just flies by.
But a typical workweek feels like a century or more.

 

Tardiness is slack. 1.5 hours late to a meeting. Wow.

 

Know why you're hugely fat, bitchy lady who cut me off in the Starbucks drive through? Because you're sad and lonely and order 600 calorie abominations topped with extra whipped cream and chocolate chips. Yeah, I heard your order and how you bitched at the chick in the window. Screw you.

Edit : I do try not to judge people based on weight, but when you're complaining about there not being enough extra crap on your calorie-bomb, have no sympathy for your bad attitude and rude behavior.

 

It is very, very difficult to make Karzai look stupider than he is. Especially with today's decision.

Fucking idiot.

 

after 13 weeks, my pants are getting tighter.

 

This fucking slideshow video has become the bane of my existence.

 

I love Aldi, but some things you just can't buy there. For example, coffee.

 

Today was my wife's birthday. Since everything I get her usually ends up unused and dumped into a pile in our basement, I thought about getting her something intangible.

I told her since it was a special day, I would not pester her for sex at all.

She said it was the best present she'd ever had, and ardently wished every day could be her birthday.

/business as usual

 

Wait a minute, I thought your daughter was hatched from your respective DNA samples in a lab.

 

One of my coworkers is bitching that we have to do our jobs a certain way and that he could do it *so much better. *

My other coworker is bitching because (I shit you not) we didn't stop at Burger King on the way for breakfast.

If I don't commit murder today I'm going to need a drink tonight.

 

I'm home. Boooooo.

 

I am so full of anger and frustration right now that I feel that I might explode and take all of East Jesus Nowhere with me.

I hope that a night of sleep helps. Because if I wake up feeling like this tomorrow I'm likely to literally tear someone's head from their shoulders.

 

Fuck me sideways.
Came back from a fantastic time in Toronto to both toilets backed up, spouse beside himself...trying to fix the problem.
The problem is...my dad thought the septic tank would never fill up. It's full. Tomorrow morning we start looking for someone suck up the ick and haul it away. I know I said I wanted to get back to my Canadian roots but digging up the septic tank was not what I had in mind.

 

It's been said, "The grass is always greener over the septic tank." It's a lie, isn't it? Hoping for a quick resolution.

Meanwhile, watch the poison ivy when you go out to tinkle

 

Sometimes the system where designed for yesterdays needs. Not that it helps right now, but they can really work.