The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Protractor and compass! Schaweeet!

 

Tomorrow is most definitely Monday. It has been a good weekend so far though, and I have spent some actual time with my younger clones. They make such wonderful subjects for my camera, and getting to play cars with the 5 year old is a treat.

 

I hate when someone calls me to gleefully give me information that the company is obviously keeping under wraps. Gossip just pisses me off. I never spread it further.

 

Ugh, the biggest problem with business/office gossip is that I often feel like I need to adjust whatever I'm doing based on it. "Smith totally fumbled the XYZ project." Great, does that mean I'm going to inherit a total pigfuck tomorrow?

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Fuck vanity sizing on men's clothing. Men don't give a shit--just give it to us straight. I'd love to be able to actually buy shit online without getting an AA that fits like an AB. It's like ordering a carpenter's hammer and getting a sledge.

 

Men's clothing is starting to get as bad as women's. I can't order anything ever.

 

I have two dresses that I wear frequently. They fit the exact same. They are 6 sizes apart. Fuck this shit.

 

What is it about airports that bring out the dumbass in people? Walk on the right, people. Don't stand in the middle of a busy concourse all slack jawed counting your change. Geez

 

Story of my life.

 

Well, now I know the marketing guy is great at making charts and graphs. Now, if he could design a planogram...

 

Well fuck. Laying out my clothes for tomorrow and I find I didn't pack socks. Need to find a pair before 9 am. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

 

I was hoping I would get through this morning at least without having all my decisions yesterday criticized by Dr. Dickbag. Nope.

 

No sleep and no food make for a cranky Jazz. At least I'm at the airport and there's a United Club here. I can at least be a little comfortable.

 

After reading the last 15-20 complaints, I find that I cannot recall what I was to bitch about.

 

Speaking of sizing. I just measured my waist. I'm coming up five inches MORE than the measurements for the dress I'm currently lusting after. I looked up the sizing chart for the jeans I'm wearing, and they're an inch LESS than the dress measurements. So now I don't know if I should order it or not.

What the fuck, yo.

 

Don't they make scaffolding for domes like yours? Craigslist maybe? Might save your neck in the long run.


/I keed, I keed
//nothing will help

 

My woman has the same issue. The same manufacture will have different sizes for different garments. How do you order them then? Some of each size and then send the non fittings ones back?