start a victory garden and ration your IRRATIONALLY ANGRY feelings, part 3

OH MY GOD I HATE THAT SO MUCH. It's right up there with 'we need to talk'.

office wide emails about something ONE person has done wrong that are so cryptic about wtf the problem is and make me paranoid that it was me

My main issue is that I am sitting at my desk, the phone does not ring, has not rung...I get an email like that. You didn't even try to call mf'er.

> It really annoys me when I schedule an appointment at say 6:45pm but then they tell me that I have to arrive 15 minutes before my appointment.

goddamn. i had an mri this morning at 11:30. "arrive 15 minutes before" it said. so 11:15. i put that in my google calendar as 11:15. when adding it to my work outlook i added another 15 minutes, making it 11:00. and it's that time i used when deciding what time to leave the house this morning.

and then i allowed 90 minutes for the journey and it takes nowhere near that (despite the 15 minutes walk this end, the 15 minutes walk that end, the 8 minutes on ravenscourt park platform, the 8 minutes on acton town platform).

so for an 11:30 appointment i got there at 10:40...

(and then, obv, they were late, and the scan took 45 minutes, and then i noticed my arm was bleeding from where the canula was and had to go back and get another plaster)

((i was fine, i had a book and tunes))

People that stand right next to, and subsequently totally block, the pick up counter in Starbucks. Especially when there are things on the counter that aren't theirs. What is the disconnect that tells that person it's okay to do that? Especially when they are facing the counter with their face in their. Get out of the way, you self-centered fuck.

*face in their phone

Got me so heated I'm nearly having a stroke. Fuck these oblivious assholes.

I often think these things in my head, but earlier today a woman nearly walked directly into me while looking at (and only at) her phone and I half consciously said, 'excuse me, Roomba.'

There was a woman on Uxbridge road in London the other day cycling and checking her phone. She won't do it again though, because she dropped it and the horizontal velocity meant it bounced along for 10 metres or so. I didn't see if it survived.

saw a guy doing that no-handed this morning, on a busy road. i gave him my best "you are a knob" stare.

the advert for new apartments that said "50% sold out!"

I'm moving out of London, quite a ways into the countryside, big change for everyone involved. I've been checking out houses on Rightmove which seems to be the best website but I'm so heartsick of seeing boring newbuild or new-ish houses when I just want to live in a decent property with a bit of character, the search filters are somehow a little bit too robust to correctly filter out new houses and bungalows so every day I impatiently wade through acres and acres of terrible, boxy looking shitholes searching for something decent.

that's rational anger with a lick of anomie MaresNest

I didn't realise how ugly everyone's houses were until I started The Hunt

I do get irrationally angry at the sight of a really long, thin sitting room, such bad design and a waste of living space, does that count? :)

Try Zoopla, you can filter out new builds and do keywords.

the advert for new apartments that said "50% sold out!"

― lana del boy (ledge), Friday, June 8, 2018 2:56 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Always a little creepy shopping at a mall with a 50% no vacancy rate.

at lunch today, the women standing at the salsa bar talking about how many "sauces" they were going to get.

she's not wrong

I hate those stiff little animated fingers that demonstrate how to fuckin play Candy Crush or some shit on the app ads.

I agree, it's a suspect device.

indeed salsa is Spanish for sauce, but in my parts you get zinged for saying salsa instead of hot sauce

Not a fan of lawn plastic animals. Sometimes they look so real it’s tweaked out

My mom lives in a place where it's not unusual to see deer darting around, and someone who lives on the highway near her house had a life-size plastic deer in their front yard for years. I used to get IA every time we passed by, wondering how many people had swerved and nearly caused an accident upon seeing a deer standing right next to the road.

How often did it get shot?

Not often enough, clearly.

lol nickn
yr post did not get the appreciation it deserves

Not a fan of lawn plastic animals. Sometimes they look so real it’s tweaked out

Every freaking time.

xp
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when you open a door to leave a public toilet, and the door handle is wet, and you don't know whether the person before you washed their hands or pissed on them

i know shopping trolleys/carts are the cliche of IA

but motherfuckers who just leave a trolley in the middle of an empty parking space NEXT TO THE TROLLEY RETURN.

it’s right there.

assholes.

xpost or pissed on the handle

or washed the handle.

Pissed on their hands to wash them

Bingo.

Currently hating searching twitter on mobile

- I click the spyglass icon to search
- It shows me a list of trends and fucking "moments"
- I click the search box
- It shows me my recent searches but doesn't give me a keyboard to search or place the cursor in the search box
- I click in the search field again
- Three clicks and I finally get to search!
- It shows me some "top" results from six months ago

All above worse if it decides to include results for a similar search phrase like a shitty version of Google's shitty annoying search

Hand soap dispensers where you squeeze the soap out, it comes down and touches your skin, but when you pull your hand away the soap stays attached to the dispenser and then falls onto the sink, leaving your hands as filthy as they started

Hand soap dispensers whose nozzles aim a glob of whitish soap goo unerringly at the crotch of your jeans.

Why do you, random person, log in, look at customers' questions about products on Amazon, and answer them like this?

Question: What is the main differences between the breeze ii and the breeze iii? other than the price.
Answer: I'm sorry but I really do not know.
By Shirley H Crosa on April 22, 2018

I love that. That shit is golden.

It's rude to not answer an open question you stumble upon at random.

Wait, I thought people answered questions like that on amazon because you get an email with the question if you have also reviewed the product and usually oldsters think it's a specific email to them that they must answer.

In that case, awww oldsters. Do you have to be a certain age to get those emails perhaps? I've never gotten one.

I'm just saying I've gotten those emails and ignore them (I don't review products unless it's really really bad). Oldsters probably think it was specifically sent to them.

Do you have to be a certain age to get those emails perhaps?

i don't know how it works, sorry

i don't know how it works, sorry

You definitely sound like you're the right age.

i am definitely the right age

I've received a few emails recently asking me to review products on Amazon.
I thought it might tie in with leaving feedback etc.
Also received emails asking me to buy products to review and supposedly get the funds back which I've ignored since it sounds like an obvious scam.

They are trying to stop all the positive reviews that come from getting free products sent to you.

If you actively choose to use the toilet/urinal directly next to the only other person in a restroom with more than two toilets/urinals and there's nothing wrong with any of the other toilets/urinals and you're not personally acquainted with the person with whom you've chosen to brush elbows while you do your dirty business, you should have your bathroom privileges permanently revoked imo. Just learn to hold it, ya filthy animal.

i know shopping trolleys/carts are the cliche of IA

but motherfuckers who just leave a trolley in the middle of an empty parking space NEXT TO THE TROLLEY RETURN.

it’s right there.

assholes.

I'm convinced that the people who use the half-sized carts are dicks. They'll walk the cart halfway toward the trolley return then just give it a shove and turn back toward their car without looking or caring where the cart ends up.