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

What happened to Starbucks serving wine n shit, I have never seen it

Hey Southern Gas Network, thanks for digging up the entire pavement* up to the entrance to my block of flats** so I have to walk in the road, which you have not coned off an impromptu walkway on or anything. I felt good about walking along a main road in the dark, what could possibly go wrong?

also for the other blocked-off part opposite a crossing, it's nice to go out of your way to a crossing and then realise if you cross there you'll have nowhere to walk except in the road some more

(currently largely innocuous because there wasn't actually much traffic when I was there, but I hope it's gone before Monday morning as it's on the only route to a primary*** school)

* sidewalk
** apartment building
*** elementary
**** I probably missed some

today must be national blocked-off street day
tried to drive home from the library, sat for two blocks crawling in a stupid traffic jam because of some dumb blocked off street thing that I couldn't really figure out so ducked down to next main street running in opposite direction...wee center lane blocked off, no left or right turns ever, some 'special event' with barricades and bullshit everywhere even though there was no one walking around

and then turned onto the freeway into a traffic jam because of a 4car pileup on the interchange

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

oh and brimstead otm

headlights are ridic bright now, it's super annoying

when you are a YAY LET'S DO IT NOW person and your partner is a 'let's wait and see' methodical person

it's like being a windup toy that's all wound up and someone's holding me up in the air with my little legs spinning widly ;_;

Slingbacks.

PREACH

holiday ups/postal service IA #2,597

ordered a present for my sister 3 weeks ago. scheduled to deliver last friday according to ups tracking. and it then sat, with no updates, no nothing for 2 days. I contacted the seller's customer service. They parroted what the UPS tracking said and told me to contact UPS. cool.
I do lots of package tracking through work, but we have an account and a code to actually let us talk to live ppl, but I haven't had to actually contact UPS as an entry-level user in a long time. Call UPS, get automated voice asking for tracking, give tracking, automated voice tells me what I can already read on the website, and offers a list of options, none of which is to talk to anyone.
Fire up their customer service chat, talk to a person about my tracking, who for a third time now parrots back to me what's already on the website.
I ask when will it deliver. She says, I'm not sure but keep an eye on the tracking.
I say, I've been keeping an eye on the tracking for 3 days now, and nothing has changed. Is this package actually going to deliver?
She says: keep an eye on the tracking

2 days later, so now a full 5 days of no movement, it finally updates with a bunch of destination scans and shows out for delivery, scheduled delivery today! Wee.

Get home, no package.

Check tracking. Out for delivery...to the post office. Scheduled delivery updated to: Saturday. Which explains why this thing is taking so fucking long to deliver, because the stuff that UPS carries for the postal service may as well be sent by unicycle for all the priority it gets.

I fucking hate the holidays.

Reading stuff like Sherlock Holmes, things they'd send in the morning would often get there in the afternoon. And that was before motorised transport.

In the last year I've had two things that have arrived a *month* late (birthday cards, rent cheque). I also see that other flats in the building will get nothing for weeks and then 4 things on the same day, which makes me think the PO is batching things up for some reason.

(This is UK)

srsly the world is going to hell

Couple of years ago I received a xmas card sent from UK to US a whole year after it was sent

UPS at the holidays is terrible -- a lot of temps fucking up, like the guy who never figured out which floors suites were on.
It's an 8 story building w/ 14 suites, 2 East, 2 West, 3 East, 3 West, etc.

"whatnot"

i used to feel this way about "same difference"...

I've never known how to parse "same difference". Is it saying these two things produce the same difference with an arbitrary reference and are therefore the same things?

I guess there are always going to be some assholes in a building as big as ours

I took a risk and bought some Name Brand Denim super cheap at discount online retailer 6 pm and these jeans are amaaaaaaazing and I just went to go buy another pair and they are sold out of my size and I can't find them anywhere else on the whole wide internet.

I guess there are always going to be some assholes in a building as big as ours

― Οὖτις, Wednesday, December 17, 2014 4:22 PM (6 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

How big are your assholes?

Also I left one of my good gloves in a cab today, which means all I've got are my hideous florescent yellow Walgreens stretchy gloves.

How big are your assholes?

big enough to have his own website aggregating his internet presence

which leads off with a quote of a certain Journey lyric

Cousin abbreviated as "cous" instead of "cuz".

Two cousins make cous cous

i am going to sound like an old fashioned ia grump but hey

i really hate the photo christmas card trend, the kind that's one sheet printed both sides. why bcz reasons:

i) i dont have enough fridge magnets or string & tiny clips to display them & they dont stand on a shelf well at all

ii) unsigned & a printed message feels like, idk, getting a card from your insurance agent

iii) pets. yes you have them & thats cool you put just photos of yr pets on this card but i dont want a card from your dogs/cats. call me crazy but maybe a photo of you wd be cool? otherwise why do it idk

iv) kids. same thing. i like yr kids but the card is from you. i dont want just a photo of yr kids unless i am a grandparent

v) i kind of hate the newsletter style too. wow you extended the patio & travelled to barcelona bully for you

i like cards, old fashioned cards with a handwritten signature & maybe a message but not essential

at least hand-sign yr photo cards? idk.

***caveat: this is my own personal IA bc i have a shelf of now TEN of these fking things mostly from relatives i barely know & hardly any feature photos of them irl & today i received one of just cats that pushed me over the edge. but i have recieved a couple of coolly designed ones too, and i understand the time-saving appeal, large far-flung families it can be v useful etc. so fyi i am srsly not hating on u personally if you do this it's just WHY AM I GETTING A CARD OF YR GODDAMN CATS FFS *******

Ban all cards.

Cept blue mountain ecards.

I really just shred all cards I receive.

i do like getting cards, is my thing. which makes me an ungrateful jerk :(

fucking american recipies with their CUPS and their OZ wtf i'm gonna ruin christmas

also: my spelling

cup = ~240 ml
fluid oz = ~30 ml
oz by weight = ~28 grams

Thanks -- I've been using a buncha conversion sites (found out that wolfram alpha was NOT the way to go, fwiw) so I got through OK, I think.
Next time I think I'll go ahead and write out the converted stuff immediately, instead of doing one thing at a time. (cuz I ain't ever gonna memorize all those conversion rules) Ooor not be all tumblr-recipe-bro-do-you-even-bake and just use a Norwegian recipe.

In completely non-angry news, I now have a big bowl of gloopy sugar porridge in the fridge. I tastes like a dentist appointment, so I expect the final cookies to turn out wonderful. Or overly sweet, which I believe is synonymous with perfect.

Related, stood in front of a dress shirt display here in Sydney, and realized I had no idea what size I wear.

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

23 and Me just informed me:

Misophonia

About 25% of women and 19% of men report being 'filled with rage' by the sound of others eating.

i am the 25%

Me too. The guy right behind me at work is a compulsive gum-squelcher. I don't dare take my headphones out all day.

I've even started to hate the sight of him doing it even if I can't hear it. The jaw grinding incessantly up and down, the temples bulging out and in again with each grind...

When I was a kid I brought home some chewing gum from the sweetshop and my mother told me not to let my dad catch me with that. Now I guess I know why.

(In general I don't mind eating sounds nearly as much as sniffling/snoring/phlegmy sounds, though. Mainly just squelchy noises and people who audibly chomp down on the fork with each bite. Yeah I'm kind of an asshole, I wish I could turn it off too.)

I don't know it this is the right thread. But I'm fucked up over this. This is the extreme version, there were nuances. But quite honestly, fuck nuances in cases like this.

I might have saved a guys life yesterday. And then he yelled at me for not doing enough. And then my friends made fun of me for always wanting to be a hero. And now I'm completely fucked up about it.

what?

sounds like an emotionally charged situation and, as is often true in such situations, the emotions themselves were rather poorly calibrated.

I only just got time to really think about it, and I realized I basically had an anxiety attack yesterday. So yeah, poorly calibrated :)

And I didn't save I guys life, that was me being bitter at something. As me and my friends go to a bar, there's a guy lying on the ground, and two other guys are shouting and kicking him. And a circle of people around them threatening with calling the police. But doing nothing. People don't know what to do, I didn't know what was happening, but after a while I ended up standing between them, with the two guys trying to ignore me so they can hit the third guy, but then at the end they go away. And after that the third guy begins shouting that nobody did anything to help him, and according to him it's obviously because they were 'fucking immigrants' (he used the worst slur we have in Danish) and none will do anything against 'fucking immigrants.'

I'm with six other guys, and I'm the only one who did anything to help. Trying to talk about it, they are of course extremely defensive, it ends with a friend of mine shouting at me because he has worked with criminals, and I disrespect his authority by not admitting that I could easily have been killed (so yeah, if they were possible killers, then I saved a guys life. But they weren't), and that the right thing to do was to walk past as if nothing happened, like he did. And then I had an anxiety attack.

Fuck the world.

I did the right thing when I walked past 9/11

I don't like bigots but good on you for stopping people for kicking a dude on the ground

Not a big fan of calling the cops but yeah, get authority involved if some guy is getting beat up. Also get better friends, wtf

Seriously, whether the dude was an asshole or not he didn't deserve to have the shit kicked out of him. I don't know if your friends feel guilty or what, but you did the right thing in a situation where everyone else was apparently spectating.

All lives matter, right?

Oh man I've got one: Ceiling fan periodically turning on full blast by itself

Haha. I was at my mother-in-law's last year, and she had this remote-control ceiling fan. I kept getting into an on/off/fast/slow war with someone over it, and even accused my wife in the living room of working against me. Finally figured that there had to be someone else in the building with the same fan.

So, you know, kill yr neighbors.

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poltergeist

Not being able to get back to sleep when I wake up in the middle of a night I have an early start on the morning of. Especially when I'd had to get up first thing the night before and had also woken up hours before'
Now got a long day's travel on 4 hours sleep. Bah humbug.

Need to look into how to sleep better. Hopefully things will be a bit different in the other environ.
Seems that if heat is on in the room I try to sleep in here I can't breathe and I'm wondering if I'm being woken up by the cold or something. Double bah.