Things to complain about

[Zen]

>__> So, my female roommate keeps erasing parts of my whiteboard notes and the resulting messages make me look stupid or like a dick. I wrote a note saying that it isn't funny and to please stop it. She countered with "Pffffff it isn't offending anyone!" ..,. IT IS OFFENDING ME! Dammit girl, have some freaking respect!!!

Marker and paper? Permanent marker on the white board?  :D

[Aeturnus]

The people on the bus that talk to themselves or try to talk to anyone about anything... yeah, that creeps me out.

Well, the landlady came by today and at least the heat works again. The overhead lights (well, most of them) are still not working. At least I have a lamp!

What's worse is when people just stare at you.

[zenia]

There is this one transgender fur I know that takes offense to EVERYTHING even things that aren't offensive... like someone saying 'boy bits' in reference to a penis. She responded "Dick =/= male, nor does not wanting to have it skinned and turned inside out into a crude approximation of a vagina." (whited out for some graphic words) She comes to the defense of every single other transgendered person as if she knows everything about everything, including how other transgendered people think, not letting them speak for themselves.

It is so annoying. I am getting so sick of reading her posts.

edit: Another example that just happened...

Bisexual, recently MtF: I'm going to come out at college tomorrow.
Random guy: why the hell do you need to come out in college?... that's like saying I need to come out to some guy on the side of the street
Annoying MtF person: Trans =/= gay. It's kind of hard to go through a 2 year+ process of changing your physical appearance and social presentation to that of a different sex/gender without people noticing >_>
Bisexual, recently MtF: I meant my sexuality.

Jeebus, Annoying MtF Person... let people speak for themselves!! Stop butting in constantly.

[Drake Wingfire]

What's worse is when people just stare at you.

One of my biggest pet peeves ever, but I am trying to combat that by staring them back lol (if soccer moms and old people want to gock at me like retarded cows then I will look at them back right in the eyes.)

[Selkit]

The absence of software I can use for version control that won't muck my Modo meta-data up. Having to rebuild rendering material settings at seemingly random intervals is rather annoying.

[Selkit]

My, I'm grumpy lately. So, I went to pour myself a glass of milk. It came out of the jug the appropriate color for milk, and without any noticeable texture inconsistencies. My first warning should have been the slightly clingy behavior of it in the glass and jug, though. That's mostly because I ended up drinking a roughly half and half mixture of caseinated vinegar and bacterial slurry with milk remnants in one thirsty unknowing swig. At least the texture was smooth. if disgustingly slimy. The flavor, not so much. Ick.

[Carthage]

I got to work today (yesterday, Tuesday) and was greeted by a bunch of grumpy co-workers who promptly informed me that our paycheques were not there. Today is payday, and my workplace doesn't have direct deposit, so we all still get paper cheques, delivered by hand. But the guy who delivers them decided he was too tired to come today and bring us the money we were owed.

As you can probably imagine, this led to a lot of angry words all night. There were a couple people who couldn't get home, and one who had to comb his car for enough spare change to afford food. All this because one guy was too tired to do his job. I was tired, I did my f***ing job. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have a job, would I?

This is my argument for the use of Direct Deposit by all employers. This guy left eight people without the money they were expecting, some of them needing, to receive. And we were all complaining about it.

[Selkit]

Wow. That is amazingly not copacetic, Carthage. And seriously taking the piss. "You all don't get paid today because I'm a lazy, shiftless fucker" is not a valid excuse for not getting paid.

Unrelated: I'm realizing more and more how fat and weak I've let myself become. I used to fight live-steel tournaments and shoot longbow flights at 70 yards, for pity's sakes. It's about bloody time to fix that, except I need to figure out where the weights went, and where my running shoes went so I don't get bitched at for marching on the treadmill in combat boots. New goal: If I can get not-fat and not-weak by 2013, I'm happy. Even if it means cutting back on lattes and other delicious waistline-inflaters a bit. Note to wzl: Grab Sabertooth, join gun club, ignore gun section, use archery range. And maybe if permitted, throw knives on same range again like the other place allowed.

[zenia]

Sometimes I'd like direct deposit... but the shop I work at only has three employees, so direct deposit isn't cost effective for the boss to do.

Ugh. Yesterday, the coworker I don't work with gave out my phone number to a stranger. We are a drop off for a drycleaner, so they come every day to pick up things and drop off things both cleaning things from us and things they want us to repair. It is actually the owner of the plant that does the deliveries. They also have other drop off stores around the city and from those is where we get things to repair. Anyway, several days ago a jacket came in that might need a new zipper, but there was a note on it that said "If it would cost more than $40, just send it back." I looked it over and there was a tooth missing on the zipper so the whole thing would have to be replaced (if the teeth are fine and the bottom parts are fine, sometimes it just needs a new pull/slider) so it would have cost $39.99 plus the cost of the zipper. I sent it back. The lady at the drop off at the mall thought that it wasn't damaged at all or that I had replaced the zipper since she didn't notice that tooth. She called the shop and since I wasn't there and the girl working didn't know the answer... so instead of calling me herself (that is ok) and then getting the answer and calling them back, she gave them my cell number to ask me themselves. That is not cool. It might have been slightly ok if it was the plant owner since I know her and see her every day that I work... but she gave it to a stranger. Someone that I have never met and never even talked to on the phone before. Not cool. I emailed my boss about it and she is outraged and will be giving that coworker a talking to today.

Also roommates... the other night there were several notes by the male one on the board.
- "Why is there margarine on the counter?" ... Because I don't refrigerate it. Never have. It has been on the counter since I bout it two weeks ago and it is only bugging you now? It is the only thing of mine on the counter, btw.
- "It sure would be nice if I had lights in my room!" ... Last week or so, the female roommate tripped a breaker when she plugged in TWO space heaters (the furnace was broken at the time) and all the overhead lights in the upstairs part of the house went out. The guys in the basement suite flipped it back on... and only the lights in the bathroom, back hall and female roommates room went back on. Front porch, front hall, male roommates room, living room, kitchen, back porch and my bedroom are still without lights. The landlord was in Victoria because her son was having surgery, so she wasn't able to come for a week so we used lamps. When she did arrive, she couldn't see any reason that they were still out. She said she will have to get her apprentice (she is an electrician) and go up into the attic as soon as she can. It hasn't happened yet though. But the note was there as if it was my fault or something.
- "Thanks for putting mouldy buns by the sink. Why didn't you throw them away?" ... Because they are not mine, they are female roommates. I don't want to open the bag to put them into the compost and have to touch/smell them. I only moved them because I needed to use the counter they were on to prep for cooking and didn't want to smell them. Instead of getting the female to throw them away, he PUT THEM BACK BESIDE THE TOASTER. They are still there.

I bought two thermometers at Walmart on Wednesday. One for my bedroom and one for the rest of the house (I stuck it to the fridge as it is magnetized) so I can see for sure how much warmer my room gets than the rest of the house. That same night, someone took it off of the fridge and broke it apart. Left the parts scattered on the counter. @VVVV@

Last night, male roommate took the last mini pack of perogies out of the variety pack that I bought and cooked them for supper. I wrote a note on the whiteboard telling him that they were mine and he had better replace them. No word back on that yet. He better not pull what he did a few months ago... There were frozen mixed berries on sale at the grocery store and I bought a bag for smoothies. I had opened the bag and used one handful. The rest were in the freezer and I hadn't made a smoothie for a little while, but then went to and the bag was gone. I asked about it and he swears up and down that he bought that bag. No he didn't. I did. At Thrifties. I was like "So if those were yours, then where did my bag that was exactly the same go?" No response and he never replaced them. >__>

[Tony Greyfox]

Here I am in Vegas, and my poker mojo has bunked off for the weekend. Ugh.

[twotailz]

the roof wont stay on the deathbox shitmobile anymore so i need to find a new vechicle and nothing good with v8 is in my 1500 dollar range

[Renwaldo]

My mother mistook the hi-liter art on my white t-shirt for vandalism, and lovingly put a great deal of effort washing it all out.  :(

[Aeturnus]

Not getting a good night's sleep.

[Univaded_Fox]

Don Cornelius, who gave the world Soul Train, has committed suicide.  Why would such a beautiful man do such a terrible thing?

[Carthage]

Don Cornelius, who gave the world Soul Train, has committed suicide.  Why would such a beautiful man do such a terrible thing?

To paraphrase Star Trek, "Great men do not seek fame, they have fame thrust upon them." There are many examples throughout modern history of great celebrities simply not being able to cope with their own fame. Whatever a person may be famous for, it can't be easy to have your life be a public spectacle, and your every action scrutinized.