Seriously? This is yet another so-called holiday? What is this, France? Get to work, slackers! Presidents’ Day? Which presidents? Some were questionable, at best. Didn’t it used to be about Washington and Lincoln? And now it’s just one big murky catch-all? This is bullshit.
I’ll be working today, thank you very much. Day 16 of my big 18 day marathon. I’m almost there. I was also scheduled for Saturday morning at 6 a.m., but they took mercy on me and told me to take the weekend off. I didn’t even have to ask, although I was planning to do so… Those Saturdays are like an atom bomb on my big, doughy ass.
You know what bugs me? When people say the same things over and over again, just slightly re-worded. This usually happens when a person is telling you about some heroic stance they took at work or school, or wherever. Something like this:
“And I told him I wasn’t interested in joining the activities committee. I’m too busy. I don’t have time to sit around a conference table talking about pizza night. I’m covered-up down here, and this guy wants me to take two hours out my day to talk about a ping-pong tournament? How are things going to get done?? I told him he needed to find someone else, because there’s just way too much to do…”
We got it, dick-lick! The first two sentences were all that’s necessary. I thought you were busy? Apparently not too busy to rehash your shit, deep into the night.
And don’t you love how people always make themselves badasses in the re-telling of events? Sometimes I’m there when the original episode goes down. Then it gets re-told by someone, who makes himself all defiant and courageous, and full of righteous anger. I always want to say, “It’s true that you said some of those things, but not in that tough tone. You sounded more… whiny and pleading.”
Whatever. I don’t have much for you guys today, so I’ll just ask for your fresh outrage. We need to keep our booger-hooks on the pulse of the things that are infuriating us. So, please use the comments link below.
And hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow.
Have a great day!
Now playing in the bunker
Try Dropbox! It’s free and fantastic.
(Not so) Fresh outrage: People with absolutely no sense of the others around them. Left lane cruisers, diagonal aisle blockers, over the line parkers, stop in the middle of the store conversators . . . all of em.
Evidently, we have the same rage issues on two different continents.
People suck.
Booger-hookin’ and I got nothin’.
Using the word “Cucina” in the name of a restaurant. I mean, really? How many times must it be done before enough is enough? Besides, it’s usually Pedro making my Alfredo, anyway. Stop with the pretentious crap.
Oh c’mon Jeff – if it weren’t for ‘selective recall’, you wouldn’t have a 2nd ‘job’ here on the Internetz!
I’d like to write a very lengthy response, but I just don’t have the time. I am swamped doing work that other people should be doing.
Doing the work of others and performing my job are very time consuming which is why I am so busy , and don’t have time to dedicate to a wordy, overwritten response.
Now if it were someone else that was actually responsible for stretching out a long response to today’s WVSR entry, you can bet that I would be the one that would have to do it, adding to my already completely filled, and always busy schedule.
Thank you
I live in a complex that has gone to shit in the past 6 months or so. This past week there have been 3 incidents of people being assholes by throwing candy all over the hall way, an entire row of saltine crackers crushed up and thrown around and just today I open my door to find a half eaten ice cream cone on my door mat. Managment is useless in this place.
Bring in some chickens, they’ll clean that mess up for you.
Haha or maybe a goat…
Just remember, in this day and age: Everybody is a winner….
Reminds me of what George Carlin said:
Ever notice how much of an a$$hole someone is depends on how close to you they are? That guy on TV… WHAT AN A$$HOLE! The guy in the car next to you… That guy’s an a$$hole! The guy in line in front of you… (whispers) a$$hole…
WalMart Auto service! Dropped my car off for an oil change. 90 minutes later I circled back and they told me they were just wrapping it up. 15 minutes later I circled back and it still wasn’t done. ONE guy was working oil, lube, tires… and just hadn’t gotten back to it yet. I got the effing manager out there pulling on my dip stick.
Two hours on a sunny Sunday afternoon wasted on a 15 minute oil change. Jiffy Lube, why are you not in my city????????
Just to state the obvious…
You can have your car serviced by WalMart OR you can complain that your mechanic is too slow, but you can’t do both unless everybody in your trailer park drops off their fine autos for service at exactly the same time.
jtb
Oh, if only it was that simple. I live in a 75% Mormon town, which means many local businesses are closed on Sunday. Ironically, my narrow window of free time is after church services when my wife and kids go do that secret Mormon stuff.
The downsizing of food products really pisses me off. You want me to buy 1.5 quarts of ice cream at the half gallon (that’s 2 quarts for you younger readers) price? Fuck you. Keep it.
Or paying extra for ice cream that’s been whipped full of air.
telemarketers who get pisst when i tell them to call back after ”dooda day” after i calmly listen to their line of boolshit
as in doo da welfare check come today?
by lieing to them about welfare i get put on their do not call list
“Dooda day”…… hahahahahaha!!!!!
Scheduling second (third?) shift people for a 6 am shift is fucking stupid.
I have to go past the entrance to the new Wal-Mart on my way home. All the anuses coming out of there don’t seem to get that a) this is an intersection with through traffic, not their private driveway, and b) they have a stop sign, whereas we do not.
This outrage isn’t fresh, but it’ll do.
.
I’ve always hated the term hot water heater. If you’re paying to heat up hot water you’re a dumb ass. Recently though the word melty has been really driving me nuts. I think Taco Bell started that shit.
Not being able to drive for 15 goddamn minutes with the radio on without hearing a goddamn BonJovi song (better known ’round these parts as ‘anchovy). GAWD I hate him and the Italians seem to have him sainted or something. I need to remember to put my CDs in the car. My roadrage does NOT need any more help!
Oh that is so funny you should say that. Every time I get in my car, one station plays Billy Joel and the other one I like plays Tom Petty. EVERY TIME I’M IN THE CAR.
My fresh outrage is the stupid asshole that works with us thatno matter what subject you’re talking about, immediately turns it all about her.
Me: Damn, I stubbed my toe on the corner of my bed this morning.
La Twit: (over emphasized) LET ME TELL YOU.. Once, I stubbed my toe so bad, I had to wear a brace for 2 weeks. I had to go to the emergency room and use crutches.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Me: I have a tuna fish sandwich for lunch.
La Twit: LET ME TELL YOU SPEAKING ABOUT TUNA.. One time I was int he store and a can of tuna fell off the shelf almost blinding me and the security guard rushed over to carry me to my car…
~~~~~~~
Me: Can I borrow your stapler?
La Twit: LET ME TELL YOU. I had a fight with this moron in Staples…
etc. etc.
We call those people “one upper’s”. The one up anything you say. Been there, done that…bigger and better. Very irritating, indeed.
Here’s my recent outrage: I was buying some milkshakes at the food court and paid for them with a $20 bill. What happened next is unclear, but suffice it to say that the clerk thought I was trying to pass a fake Jackson. She marked on it, held it up to the light and eventually had no fewer than 3 people standing there gawking at it like a bunch of Barney Fife wannabes.
I decided to be cool about it and not make a fuss, since that probably would have escalated the situation.
Granted, it was an older series, but the watermark and mylar strip were clearly there. I don’t like being made to feel like a criminal, especially when I ain’t! So after getting my change, I waddled off and ate my milkshake in stunned silence, while roiling with pent-up fury on the inside!
Overheard in the row behind me on flight #4698 yesterday evening:
“I just got this bag. I really like it. I think it’s cute. Do you like it? I really like it. I think it’s cute. Do you like it?”
This must have gone on for about five minutes before ‘conversation’ rambled on to another insipid topic. I just kept mashing the flight attendant call button and ordering more bourbon. I managed to make it home without losing my mind.
People with hyphenated names.
I give nary a shit about your heritage, fucking pick a name.
Either Gonzales or Rosas. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be one of your parents. You could pick Frankinwashintholomeux for all I care.
Just make it one dame word. You aren’t from the fucking Congo. I don’t need you lineage back to the Bronze age. PICK A NAME!
I deal with the public on a daily basis. Each day my patience is tested more than the day before. It never ceases to amaze me the number of people/patients that are so arguementative and seem to think that you owe them something. And it is only getting worse. No “please/thank you”…nothing. I want it now and shouldn’t have to wait. And the “you’ll do it because it’s your job” attitude. I will help anyone and do what I can for you….if you’re polite and nice about it. Come in with an attitude and you’ll wait for whatever you need till the cows come home.
It snowed a couple of inches in Phoenix yesterday. Perhaps my ex wife got a job and hell froze over?????