The Complaining and Bitching Thread

My wife can rant about ADHD (mis)diagnoses. Many people choose to go gluten free as part of their (following some trendy??) diet. One of my SILs is truly celiac, and likes that restaurants now have more gluten-free items on their menus, & there are more choices at grocery stores.

The attorney did so. The annoying parts were: The attorney acted smug about it. The explanation my wife later gave me wasn't clear. When my wife got confused at the bank she got mad at me because I didn't know the answer.

TBF my wife finds dealing with the paperwork, the phone calls, etc. very stressful (FTR I've dealt with much of that). I understand this, but there reaches a point where I don't appreciate her taking out her frustrations on me, especially under the circumstances mentioned. But hey, being married involves dealing with ups and downs.

 

Don't come to Oregon then.

 

come to ga, everyone does 90 except during rush hour, then nobody goes anywhere

 

Tried a new kombucha yesterday.
Will never have this one again.
Should have realized when my head felt swollen and everything started hurting that I was having an allergic reaction.
When my stomach exploded later, I blamed the soup I'd made.
24 hours later, can confirm it was not the soup.
And, no, I didn't drink the scoby.

 

Mentioning bad driving.....

Years ago I cam up with an idea, an electronic sign that could placed on the front windshield.
The messages would display backwards so that the driver in front of you could read it in their rearview mirror.
You could select the appropriate language such as English, Spanish, Chinese, etc.
You would have a variety of messages from which to choose: Next time let your grandmother drive. Try the pedal on the right. If driving makes you nervous, don't drive! And so on.

 

I wanted one of these when I drove a Lincoln, solely for the purpose of flashing the message, "I'm not a cop!" People in front of me would always drop to 5 below the speed limit when I was driving home at night. Grr.

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I really am not feeling work today. Thursday and Friday nights are dinner nights, which means all four of us are there, at the same time, and it gets...irritating. Also, our main cook is on vacation, so I'm betting on 30 minute ticket times, at least.

On the other hand, there's only one reservation, so maybe it will be an early night.

 

I was at a Harley dealership, killing some time with my then BIL. When we wondered over to the used bikes a salesperson pointed several "choice" bikes, one of which was traded in by motorcycle cop (apparently here in Houston they have to buy their own bikes). He said, "The guy trades in his bike after one year. We have the records for all of the maintenance, so don't worry about the mileage. We will need to swap out the colored police lights for regular ones."

My then BIL commented, "It might be fun to cruise on the freeways and scare the shyte [he's Scottish] out of speeders."

"Have you ever seen the movie Electra Glide In Blue?", I asked him.

 

When you're day is so fucked, and you think it can't get any worse. But then it does...And continues to do so well into the early evening....All you can do is laugh. I'm hanging on by a thread right now but I'm laughing my ass off while I write this.

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Sounds like a great road trip.

 

The IT department installed a security protocol that made it so everybody couldn't access the internet, the servers or our printers.
This is the second day we've been dealing with this shit and it's getting old.
I understand that shit happens and the IT folks are doing the best they can (and that there are 6,000 other state employees with the same problem) but this is getting really old.

 

Turns out 30 minutes was wildly optimistic. 45-60 minutes on to go orders. 90 minutes for one of my tables. Gah.

Supposedly, someone from the main club is coming over to help tonight. Last night was such a clusterfuck.

 

Submitting another 2000 word paper while working FT....2 kids under 3. Oh right...that was my choice to start my professional qualification...I miss sleeping so much.

 

I don't drive. So I can only compare to people walking slowly in front of me.

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Driving and ownership is burdensome. It's a must in most of the U.S. Would like to try living where public transportation is the norm. Talked tonight with a distant family member that lives in Germany
And she takes the train or bikes, so she doesn't even have a driver's license.

 

I found a page on faceyspace that was supposedly all about geeky girls. "Rad!" I thought, and clicked over to view the posts.



....Kardashians, Tess Holliday, fashion, makeup, makeup, makeup, perfume, reality tv, 50 Shades, more makeup... scrolling down the timeline, I saw two MAYBE geeky posts (and they were both makeup related.) It's like buzzfeed and tumblr merged, and thought up a clickbaity title & profile picture. Just....ugh.

 

I am an idiot. I keep thinking, "oh, this won't kill my stomach because sometimes, I can eat that..." wrong. It it bad when you're considering going home after being in the office for 5 minutes before 8am?

 

Driving doesn't bother me, traffic does; too many vehicles and too many idiot drivers in Houston. I sometimes think I'd gladly trade the convenience of living in the city for living out in the sticks if it meant very little traffic.

"Officer, I know that I was speeding. This is no excuse, but I moved here from Houston, open roads with no traffic are new to me."

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If you're going to drive a fucking 30 foot long pickup (full quad cab with full size bed), please park on the outer edge of the parking lot.


If your vehicle is so damned precious to you, park on the outer edge of the parking lot, don't take up two fucking parking spaces. I'm not such an ass that I would cut your tires, but I do have a tool that will remove the valve from your tire stem, without setting off the alarm, and I'll do more than one tire (What, you think I'm going make it as easy as you simply putting on the spare? Hah!).