The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Well, prolly not. Luckily in Britain we got a nice March. April showers though.... I feel like i should predict flooding.

 

Based on your post I am going to guess your local Social Security office. But it's a guess.

Seriously I have no idea about how Social Security is run but I spent nearly all my adult life working for the government. First in the military and then in Law Enforcement. Long before I retired I noticed a trend. For many reasons, more than I am going to even attempt to list or address here, over time there were less and less funds for staff. People who retired were not replaced and many new hires were "Temps." The result in many offices that served. The public was to reduce the number of hours per day the would either have appointments with the public or accept walk ins. When staff funding gets cut there tends to be less people to process forms or complete tasks such as data entry. Add to that staff are often told "no overtime." What the public ends up seeing is a close sign when they'd like service or answers. Often, probably not always, that closed office has several people inside processing the red tape that make (or at least is supposed to make) the system work.

I know when I first retired I could call my pension office and usually not have to wait on hold to speak to a live person. Now when I call I hear a message that tells me to leave my name and number so a staff member can return my call. It also states that their office "hours" are from 10-1.

Always two sides, minimum, to a situation.

 

Fair enough.

 

My (now X)BIL in Scotland told me that one year many blokes at the plant were taking out loans, i.e. going into debt, to take vacations just to get away the constant rain they had that year. IIRC correctly he said it had rained every single day for over nine months. Apparantly it was damned miserable, even in a place known for gray, rainy weather.

 

I'm hungry, the cubbards are bare, I'm still in my pajamas from this morning. I need a solution. I guess I could go to the store in my jammies, but I don't wanna.

 

I think I finally caught that damnable bug that's going around. In the space of 4 hours I went from a soar throat to chills and coughing. In another seven I was doing my very best to expel my lower intestine through my throat when I wasn't drifting in and out of "sleep", and now 36hrs later I still feel like hell. I hope this wears off enough to drive monday because I've got work to do.

At least dry cheerios are staying down. For now.

 

I had to do a shitton of laundry yesterday and the laundry room is in the basement of the complex which is down one of the most obnoxious flights of concrete stairs ever.
At least the trip was going up but now my knees absolutely hate me and are refusing to work properly.
I used to walk away from falls like that on my bike all the time with no problem, fuck getting old.

 

Fuck a bunch of laundry!

 

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.

 

So I went to replace the wax ring under my toilet and lay down some nifty looking new linoleum tiles, and wound up discovering significant water damage. It is, indeed, what I like to refer to as superfucked.
Fuckityfuckfuckfuck.

 

Well that just got a whole lot more expensive. Did it get into anything really important under the tile?

 

Stupid drunk people. Ask me how I now know that all of the Sonics near us are closed.
If, on more than one occasion, you have taken my car and driven to a fast food place when I refused to take you, don't be surprised or pissed when I finally give in and drive you there myself at 11:45 at night on another. I get 48 hours of NOT hearing complaints about feeling fat as a condition of allowing my car to smell like the horror and failure that is a Whataburger double crap with cheese. Fuck off, I've got to be up for yoga in 4.5 hours.