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

there's a war on.

continued from:
Yippee-IA, Motherf***ers! IRRATIONALLY ANGRY PT. 2: Irrationally Angrier

this is definitely an innocuous thing and it makes me more mildly annoyed than IA, but i don't like when people's facebook comments are nothing more than them tagging other people. put it on your friend's wall or send a private message. comment threads are for actual comments.

Tweets from highly and justly esteemed writers which are noting but their next bookstore signing, and (barf) the most asskissing, "now blurb meee" kind of blurbs (retweeted by blurbee of course) Cmon gimmee freebie culture dammit! Comedians even worse but ft

Musicians not as bad except some are stupid, tweetwise anyway

i find myself getting very ia at people who dont interrogate conversation, who just wait to talk and continue to talk talk talk and barely acknowledge other contributions

i like conversation when it is like a game of tennis. i do not enjoy being the backyard wall against which you repeatedly smash your 'conversation'

a) never ever go on facebook; it is the absolute worst

b) unless you are drunk and desperately seeking human contact; even then it will be a mistake

c) would totally become unhelpfully drunk with jbr/dow/veg tho!

d) first round's on veg

all round to my place for fap :D

annual rolling threads that needn't be annual

-pizza places that don't sell pizza by the slice

(I politely walked out of two pizza places in one day because the first one didn't sell slices after 6 pm and the second one told me there'd be a 15 minute wait because "our slicing pizza is still in the oven.' this was the one time in my life I was tempted to get on Yelp and write some irate reviews)

overly tailored tshirts on casual friday (ie neatly rolled up sleeves, tucked in etc)

just relax and wear a damn tshirt.

Needing to work out if the zip I used in the construction of a pair of jeans last year that I wear regularly or if I just keep forgetting to zip it up. Keep finding it down anyway. So just wondering if it's the zip or my memory.
& it would be the pair of jeans that needs a special needle to sew the fabric.

Wondering how long I'll have to wait until I can comfortably collect a shelving unit without being absolutely p-ed on trying to get it home. Weather is atrocious for last few days and I need to transport this flat pack I bought. Waiting for an actual break in bad weather.

That was supposed to say about whether a zip needed replacing or if my memory was going. Looks like the latter if I forgot to put in the bit about replacing. & i only made the jeans about 3 or 4 months ago so it should hopefully not mean a zip needed replacing yet. Keep finding myself flying low though.

Also trying to work out which side of the fabric i'm using for a pair of tartan jeans should be the outside/inside since they look very similar. & I don't want to get it wrong throughout. Guess that would at least be consistent though.

Stevolende, I have a question about jeans fly covers. Mine constantly bunch up, exposing the top part of the zipper. I have considered that the reasons might be:
- waist is too tight (but it happens on looser waists, too)
- my gut is pushing down on the waistband
- the button hole has gotten loose, allowing the top flap to sag (though I have tried sewing up the button hole without success, possibly due to my lack of skill and understanding)

Any advice on how to treat this problem? Some kind of insert to stiffen the flap?

Here is a pic of the problem.

https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8569/16069669409_693c9d1c35.jpg

And so it's on topic: this folded flap makes me SO IRRATIONALLY ANGRY

I think I just tend to wear shirts outside my jeans so it's covered up. Will think about it but not sure offhand.

Might be that you need to make sure you've ironed the fly flap. BUt probably not. I don't know if I know enough about construction and subsequent pressures to answer. But could be that it would be good for me to be aware of that for future knowledge.

I've made like 10 pairs of jeans so far so it's still early days. & I'm not sure how successful they all are. Found out that some I'd made some months back really were too large at the waistband. Being largely self-taught I'm not 100% sure what solutions are.

i don't like when people's facebook comments are nothing more than them tagging other people. put it on your friend's wall or send a private message. comment threads are for actual comments.

THIS. When the hell did this kick off? It is irritating. Ive clicked on comments threads that are nowt but tag-ins. Ive even had friends of mine tag me in some other random persons thread. I ignored the callout. PM me or GTFO.

start a victory garden and ration your IRRATIONALLY ANGRY feelings, part 3">Karl Malone

Online sellers who aren't satisfied with the fact that you purchased a product from them and did not try to return it or complaint about it, but hassle you RELENTLESSLY to leave feedback, tell us what you think, post about us on social media, blah blah blah

FUCK YOU I gave you money. You gave me a product. We're not married now. I don't owe you anything. I don't have to go to your parents' house for Thanksgiving and I don't have to write a review of your GOD DAMN cocktail shaker. Fuck.

Also:

I was printing out my parents boarding passes from Spirit Airlines last night and they offered the normal nickel-and-dime-you-to-death services and the option to voluntarily pay an additional $1 or $5 to help the airline be more green.

So not a service, just some random fucking guilty bullshit about how if we want this airline to be more environmentally friendly, give us extra money. We're already paying extra money to check a bag and have more leg room than a chicken a 12-by-12 factory farming crate, and now these fuckers have the nerve to try to extort money for their environmental initiative? I'm still so angry about that I can barely form a coherent objection to it.

I'm underemployed right now working as a temp in a law firm.. I got a ton of overtime last week but I am FUCKING FURIOUS because I HATE overtime and I hate my line of work because Im subject to the whims of capricious lawyers who dont give a fuck about my life or free time (or common sense/decency). The irony being I'm making time and a half and have a bunch more money than I would yet I am still FUCKING FURIOUS because theres a lot more overtime in the future.

It also doesnt help that because I'm a temp I'm realizing about 2/3ds of what my employer is paying the temp agency, which is basically the same amont of money I used to make like ten fucking years ago.

thanks obama

^^^great CSR, there, carl. *screams*

I was a participant in the following exchange last week:

Cashier: 'Thanks for shopping with us. Can I take your e-mail address?'
Me: 'No...'

Hate it when I'm too fast for a website. Site loads, I put the cursor on something like "SEARCH" and click, but in that split second between those two actions, the site has loaded up just a little bit more and I wind up clicking on something like "CONTACT US".

When I started at TCS they encouraged us to ask ppl for their email addresses at the register. At first they said it like, "Hey, people might want to know when we have sales! Just ask, if they say no, that's fine obvs." By the time I left they were offering positive incentives to workers who got the highest percentages of ppl to give them an email. I got the feeling negative incentives were right around the corner.

Radio Shack has been really obnoxious about the email stuff for years

lol Radio Shack was way ahead of the curve, they used to ask for your address years ago

I just had one of those, cash purchase of an overpriced-yet-undeniably-effective hair care product for one of my daughters from a salon I visit for no other purpose.

"What's your last name?" "Is it 'Dusty' Perry?" "I'm supposed to ask." "How do you spell your last name?" "Who normally does your hair here?" Ha ha ha, who does my greying, thinning hair.

Canada Goose Parkas

It also doesnt help that because I'm a temp I'm realizing about 2/3ds of what my employer is paying the temp agency

Not to stoke any further IA, but it's possible that you are grossly overestimating the cut that your temp agency is willing to part with.

Very true. I used to be temped for Accounts Payable jobs, so the most hilarious thing to me was knowing the 'big secret' of exactly how much the company was paying for my services because I was the one processing the bill! (Of course temp agencies never ever want their temps to know this stuff).

I recall more than one job where I got hourly $13, and the agency was getting $22, and that this ratio was pretty usual, so, I got more than half, but less than 2/3 of the payout.

However, and this really ticked me off, one job that was largely funded by taxpayer dollars paid me way less than half of the outrageous sum the temp agency got! I think I got $9 out of $25 bucks on that one! No business like soaking the people.

temp agencies take that much?! damn.

i guess companies will pay to screw people out of benefits

Most of the times I was ever offered to 'go perm' it was usually with a pay cut from what I had been getting as a temp ('but you'll get benefits') so, no, thanks.

One reason I did temp for a long time was that the pay rates had at least something to do with demand, whereas permanent positions tended to be successfully squashed. While it was humiliating in some ways to have the agency taking a lot of money for doing nothing but landing me the spot, that did save me a lot of dreadful human resources interviews and frankly, I just wouldn't have found those positions on my own. I also used to see the most interesting trainwrecks: places where I'd take over the suddenly vacated position of an embezzler, a revenge case, a blazing incompetent. Whole little histories there. The work of course was more boring than not so regular changes of scenery were helpful as well.

lol Radio Shack was way ahead of the curve, they used to ask for your address years ago

That reminds me of this collection of anecdotes (I thought it mentioned the hassling-for-address thing but it doesn't seem to):
http://www.ihateworkinginretail.com/tag/i-hate-radioshack/

I particularly enjoyed VIII and XV, if you've got better things to do than read the whole collection of longwinded rants. But who would have better things to do than that?

omg XV is amazing, I have no idea what that is

http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t53/baldie0522/doin-brum.gif

baldie doin-brum.gif

ia: egregiously bad service in restaurants. i'm sooooo chill and forgiving about minor food service slip-ups. i don't care if you smile. i don't care if you refill my water without me having to ask. if i don't say when i'm ordering that i'm allergic to XYZ food item (which would be a gross overstatement, since my food allergies are really trivial), it's a minor inconvenience but not the end of the world if the kitchen forgets to leave it off. i just want a baseline level of transactional ease if i'm gonna choose your place over other places. i had work to do last night and i ran out to get a quick takeout order so i could scarf down some food and meet my midnight deadline. i ended up waiting probably 40 minutes for a dish that at most would take ten minutes to cook from pre-prepped ingredients and assemble in a styrofoam box. and the restaurant was busy, but not slammed. it just made me very stressed out. which is my problem, not theirs. i don't handle stress well. 40 minutes is a long time to wait though.

no i in yr a

so to speak

the level of stress made my a feel i

_lol Radio Shack was way ahead of the curve, they used to ask for your address years ago_

That reminds me of this collection of anecdotes (I thought it mentioned the hassling-for-address thing but it doesn't seem to):
http://www.ihateworkinginretail.com/tag/i-hate-radioshack/

I particularly enjoyed VIII and XV, if you've got better things to do than read the whole collection of longwinded rants. But who would have better things to do than that?

Whoa thank you, aps! I read the first few of those when it was first posted, but missed the great ones you pointed out plus my favorite, the one w/ Stoned Craig going "I'm hungry, Paw." (Which I've said a lot to various people over decades for no reason I can discern, so maybe it's just part of the collective human drive to say it.)

Stoned Je55e

OK that Brum story looool
Original Brum theme was instrumental but TIL there is an extremely lengthy modern version

bill gates the spider

News sites showing handheld video but blurring out the edges? I feel like I see something like this every week or two. Sorry, this is some really traumatic video.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/local/trafficandcommuting/dying-among-strangers-metro-victim-found-fellow-riders-who-tried-to-save-her-life/2015/01/13/98f6c37e-9b7a-11e4-bcfb-059ec7a93ddc_story.html?hpid=z3

lately every time i watch some crappy viral video prank, i get IA imagining myself just out and about trying to run an errand and getting trapped in a viral video prank. like that dumb telekinesis coffee shop thing.*

*maybe the reactions are fake, idk.

It's very likely my last dying words will be "Turn your phone sideways if you insist on recording this."

Yeah, it's not because something is being blurred out, it's because people don't shoot in landscape and for some reason news organizations have chosen to present it like that. I think they should just reject all portrait videos.

Why can't phones just format videos in landscape regardless of the position of the phone?

camera sensor orientation? the actual sensor isn't square iirc, I may be wrong

those takeout containers with interlocking flaps - eating from them makes me ia bcz the flaps get in the way

i usually dump it out onto a plate of something but sometimes you can't & raaaaage

the sounds of the city are, this morning, mainly mechanical wrenches being used to secure the scaffolding 30ft away. surely those things (and electric screwdrivers etc) could be quieter because jesus.

pause. pause. BRRRRRRRRRRR. pause. BRRRRRRRRRRR. pause, pause. BRRRRRRRRRRR.

repeat for two hours

See also A FUCKING LEAF BLOWER

I would like to be a vegan but for noise. There must be *some*way of making it possible, that isn't moving to a shack in the woods?

i opened my window this morning and it has been nonstop chainsaws ever since.

I like hearing multiple bandsaws from different driveways harmonize together

fireworks, gunshots or nailgun

fabric bandaids - did they always unravel this fast? i swear the current ones shred 10 minutes after you put them on
fucking maddening

oh man I came in 2nd in my first grade spelling bee- the last “word” was “great aunt”. I spelled it G-R-E-A-T-A-U-N-T and was shocked when I was told I was wrong. The kid who won spelled it G-R-E-A-T-hyphen-A-U-N-T. My immediate take was, “what the heck is a hyphen, I’ve never heard that word in my life!” Certainly we didn’t learn hyphens in first grade. Forty years later, my current take is “WTF, that is two words and no way in hell is it hyphenated.”

I won it in 6th grade and went on to the state competition. The same kid had by then moved to a different school, and he was also representing his school at the state finals. I am pleased to report that, even though I didn’t come close to winning at that level, I did make it way further than him.

― epistantophus, Monday, August 19, 2024 3:15 PM (yesterday) bookmarkflaglink

I came in second in I think 5th and made it to the ward spelling be (one level below the city-wide). I was doing reasonably well, but I got a judge with a thick dc-maryland accent and the word was "Autarchy." I could not fucking make out what she was saying no matter how much she repeated it, it sounded like "AWRCHRTRGARCHY" I can still hear it ringing in my head. I got out on that word.

Lol it had to be a mush of closed vowels

God, the ice cream van, specifically the tuneless warbling of the music they play. I live in a relatively quiet area, but there are lots of houses around and I can hear the fucker doing the round for over an hour before he turns up practically outside our house. Once it pulls up, it's loud and the music wheezes and oscillates, like a low-powered toy on its last legs.

There's quite a lot of old folk in our close and they all wobble out, clutching their bank cards, for their cone of sludge and sprinkles, sharing their tales of bunions and varicose veins. I imagine having to work inside the tiny cab, sweating, purple, literally powering the amp with a turning crank like an organ grinder.

I have no residual joy from my youth about this either. It's irrational anger all the way down.

^ a minor masterpiece

otm

Businesses that leave ALL their lights on when they're closed. Particularly car dealerships, but plenty of others too.

God, the ice cream van, specifically the tuneless warbling of the music they play. I live in a relatively quiet area, but there are lots of houses around and I can hear the fucker doing the round for over an hour before he turns up practically outside our house. Once it pulls up, it's loud and the music wheezes and oscillates, like a low-powered toy on its last legs.

There's quite a lot of old folk in our close and they all wobble out, clutching their bank cards, for their cone of sludge and sprinkles, sharing their tales of bunions and varicose veins. I imagine having to work inside the tiny cab, sweating, purple, literally powering the amp with a turning crank like an organ grinder.

I have no residual joy from my youth about this either. It's irrational anger all the way down.

― I would prefer not to. (Chinaski), Friday, 30 August 2024 17:02 (one week ago) link

Ha, great post. This took me back to hot, air-conditioning-less summers in New Brunswick, NJ in between my college years. There was this one particular truck that sounded like a skipping record, it just played these same three bars of 2/4 music over and over again that sounded like possibly the end of some tune. There was another one that randomly punctuated its music with a recorded "HELLO?" in the voice of a middle-aged New Jersey Jewish woman. I'm also now remembering the revolting smell of my summer housemate Joey's room - feet + weed + booze + old window AC + no outside air, just disgusting.

We kept hearing the ice cream man and his off-key music around the neighborhood this summer, but never spotted him.

Finally, on a walk, I saw him — a dude on a bicycle? With a big basket of ... orange snacks? I couldn't figure out what they were, but it couldn't have been ice cream. Woulda melted too soon.

That day, the warped jingle was playing "Deck the Halls". This happened last month.

Mom does this annoying thing where she'll ask me a question, and if I don't answer within whatever arbitrary period of time she sets, she just does whatever she wants.

Like tonight, an old friend is coming over to watch election results with is, so we decided to get a pizza. She msgs me to ask "when should we get it", and I hadn't talked to my friend yet to see when he was coming, but he pings me and he tells me sausage.

I go back to mom to say we can do it now, can we get sausage and she's like "oh I already ordered it w pepperoni"

Only 15 minutes had passed!

My daughter just showed me a snowflake she'd cut out at school, carefully following instructions to fold the correct kind of triangle. It was very detailed and impressive. And had eightfold symmetry. (I blame the school obviously.)

I get extremely annoyed by things being described as 'stocking-fillers' when they are not small enough to fit into a stocking. In my mind, 'stocking-fillers' are fun little presents that you might give a child. An Iphone is not a 'stocking-filler', it's a MAIN present. A full-length waterproof quilted coat is not in any way a stocking-filler, RETAIL WEBSITES!

Stocking stuffers should be gift cards, chocolates, or batteries

a plastic candy cane filled with Sixlets

Also I totally HATE the term 'stocking stuffers', sorry Neanders, there's something about it that's a million times worse than '-fillers', which is bad enough

The perfect gift to put in a Christmas stocking would be a pair of socks. A nice pair. But plz don't stuff them in there any which way. Slide them in carefully. After all, they are a gift to someone you love, right?

We used to get an orange.
Every year.

Yes, absolutely huge navel oranges that only appeared for sale at that time of year.

I dont remember that! I probably just didnt notice.
I think there was a tipping point where it we got tangerines? Satsuma?

I don't understand how people can talk for minutes at length without pausing to allow the other person to say anything. just had a work call with someone who basically talked for 5 uninterrupted minutes. like how do you even know I'm still here when you're talking

I just stopped by a local pizza place for a quick lunch. There were four customers in the place total, myself included. All three of the others were watching videos/Tik Tok/whatever on their phones, none with headphones. They all kept incrementally increasing the volume to down the others out.

I had maybe 5 hours sleep thanks to the room being so fucking hot thanks to yesterday being 40 fucking degrees C, so I was already in a shithouse mood, only to get up and discover my kitchen is OVERRUN with ants. EVERY FUCKING WHERE. And I'm sleep depped, and it is humid, and the house wont cool down, and it stinks in here, and I have to work, and I am about ready to cut a dude.

I've been eating the same brand of oats for years, and it's been extremely consistent -- few hulls and always absorbs the same amount of water after four minutes in the microwave. Now suddenly my oatmeal is chewy and watery and it's pissing me off! I don't want to start making it in a saucepan!

I hate it when that happens. I'd finally found a brand of brown basmati rice I could actually stomach (not a fan of brown rice normally), and then one day the new bag tasted like mould/dirt when it was cooked, and so did a second bag. Its put me off trying to eat it even though my diabeetus says I should.

I never got anything in my Christmas stocking growing up, or indeed ever. I grew up just thinking Christmas stockings were part of the decorations people used to make the home feel more festive and that only in the olden days did people actually fill them with gifts.

I've got one little burst of irrational anger filling my brain about never having been considered beautiful that I've turned on myself and it's so foolish because I know it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but I can't help but wonder if that's why I never truly felt "picked" by anyone and if that's why I've remained single, even though I could also attribute that to life circumstances, a lot of which were beyond my control. But... I just wanted to be pretty and wanted at some point in my life, goddamn it, and now that I'm an old crone I feel like I missed out on that.

I irrationally hate stockings because they're usually filled with stuff you don't want or need and, which is going to be clutter or in the trash within a few days, all to manufacture a Hallmark moment of alleged glee that will be instantly forgotten.

They are a big deal in my wife's tradition template, so I acquiesce.

My upbringing had periods of scarcity and periods of plenty. Even in periods of well-offitude, my family tended to err on the side of a few nice things rather than a ginormous pile of stuff. "If three presents was enough for Jesus, it's enough for you."

My wife's family tended more toward "if you can see the floor on Cjistmas morning, you have failed." My mother-in-law is famous for buying complete truckloads of presents that are mostly crap.

in my family stocking fillers = 'shit that was too annoying to wrap'

Advent calendars are the new stockings but usually with better stuff.

I just learned yesterday that apparently toy DRUMS were promoted as Christmas presents, no doubt helped by the song which was published in 1941, partly because they were sold cheaply and took up a lot of space under the tree! Supposedly a bright toy drum helped fill out an otherwise sparse Christmas morning appearance.

That also made me wonder about rocking horses as a traditional Christmas gift, something that can be self-made (not bought) out of scrap lumber and have a huge presence in the appearance of things under the tree.

I would have loved a toy drum as a kid … I actually got a few as an adult to put contact mics on and run through electronics but …

My family xmas stockings were “impulse buys near the register” that my mom bought when shopping for other things … except my mom would be shopping for office supplies or groceries so stockings would include: boxes of paper clips, crazy glue, some weird soup in a can, a pen, post-it notes, and a plastic kitchen gadget

If I was truly blessed, there would be a plastic bag with the coins she cleared off dad’s dresser when she was cleaning

lol incredible. A can of soup! Did you...mind, as a kid? Did you know that was kind of weird?

lol incredible. A can of soup! Did you...mind, as a kid? Did you know that was kind of weird?

Truly amazing.

For awhile we had a tradition of giving an award for the most boring present. My mom won every year (prize went to the giver not the recipient) . At one point she started to feel bad about her streak, so I gave her a two year old IRS publication so that I would win. My dad only won most boring once, and that was because he forgot to put the gift in the cardboard box before wrapping it, so he won for “empty cardboard box”

I love that, sarahell.

As in if I had given her a current year IRS publication, it might have lost to something else!

It's really beyond perfect, a caricature of perfection itself.

my brother and I used to have a similar contest, only it was with gag gifts. it went from little tiny, cheap gag gifts, to the point where on two years, the gag gift was the most expensive gift I got him (which isn't to say I gave him cheap real gifts and expensive gag gifts, this was back when I was better off financially and spending a lot on people at Christmas).

he got me a Donald Trump chia pet, a few Tim Robinson based t-shirts including Calico Cut Pants stickers he somehow found, and a Steve Urkel shirt that said "Make America Did I Do That Again", stuff like that. I got him a huge painting of Steve Urkel (don't ask, he's a legend in my family), an autographed photo of MC Hammer (and one of Dave Coulier), and a copy of Vanilla Ice's motocross movie Cool as Ice.

needless to say I won every year, we've scaled back a ton and now it's mostly bargain bin crap we get each other as a joke

well except last year he wound up giving me guitar pics with photos of me and my dad on them right after my gag gift and i was like 'i didn't even finish laughing yet and now i'm crying'...lol

I never gave it much thought but our "stocking" as a kid was each having... a pillow slip, filled with our presents. No fancy santa sacks for us, we just used a regular old cotton pillowcase lol. It seems weird now I think back on it.

same here (Glen Waverley and Ringwood in the 70s)

My birthday is right after Christmas and my mom made me a stocking with an embroidered snowman and my name in sequins on it while she was pregnant with me that I still use 46 years later. It is one of my most treasured things.