Trivial things that annoy you Part 27

OldNotWIse

jimgoose wrote: »

Good and rightly-so. There is no place for lawless nut-jobs in wildlife management. What happened the automatic, BTW?

She just up and died Well, she'd been having a few problems. Leaking radiator so had to keep filling up with water. Got to a point where even filling her up would only get you a mile before the engine light would come on. Steering had gone a bit stiff too. 16 years old. Ex-taxi too and regularly used for carting around dogs and various other animals. Also, the one I learned to drive in so I may have contributed somewhat to the wear and tear. Quote of 500 to fix, not really worth it, and it wouldn't be let into a NCT centre

jimgoose

OldNotWIse wrote: »

She just up and died Well, she'd been having a few problems. Leaking radiator so had to keep filling up with water. Got to a point where even filling her up would only get you a mile before the engine light would come on. Steering had gone a bit stiff too. 16 years old. Ex-taxi too and regularly used for carting around dogs and various other animals. Also, the one I learned to drive in so I may have contributed somewhat to the wear and tear. Quote of 500 to fix, not really worth it, and it wouldn't be let into a NCT centre

What is it, what mileage? Mine is a few months short of 16 as well!

OldNotWIse

KatW4 wrote: »

Thanks everyone for the advice! I'll try that Lexie! We are having someone to do our makeup so hopefully she'll cover it.

ONW that's awful, I can't beleive how mean she was to you

A couple of years ago, her mother gave her money (now, her mother wouldn't be too generous either, the kind with thousands in the bank but still waters down the orange juice), I think around fifty quid to get presents for all of my family for Christmas. She went to Heatons and bought Baylis and Hard on glitter/talc "gift" sets that had been reduced to a few euro, and pocketed the change. I still remember my mother's face when she opened a ten pack of strawberry and mango flavoured glitter shower gel, wondering who over the age of ten would use such a thing, while my ex BF received a lovely gift of perfume and of course beautiful toys for her son from all of us (not the little fella's fault of course, and I really miss him sometimes). What made it worse was that year my mum had actually suggested not exchanging gifts or doing a kris kindle and her mother insisted on doing it because it was "the last year she would be working" - hate to see what the gifts would be now!

Also, two years on the trot, she made a half hearted attempt to turn up at my birthday (always late of course and would arrive in a flurry, "I can't stay long, my parking is only paid up until 10!"), would drink a lime cordial, hand me a card and then say, "Oh shít I left your present in the boot!" - I never saw said present again on either occasion :P

OldNotWIse

jimgoose wrote: »

What is it, what mileage? Mine is a few months short of 16 as well!

I think it's over 300k :pac:

jimgoose

OldNotWIse wrote: »

...Hard on glitter/talc...

<FNARGH!> The new "Vajazzling"?? :pac:

Vel

Opening a press to get something and thinking to yourself 'those jars look precarious and are going to fall if you move one' but you move one anyway and it falls and smashes, and it contains coriander seeds which then scatter all over the floor, and the dogs start going mental trying to eat them while also likely eating the glass that has smashed, and as this is going on the nervous dog you are minding decides to piss all over the floor as she can't cope with the situation.

Short post: Who the fcuk even has corriander seeds in their press?

OldNotWIse

jimgoose wrote: »

<FNARGH!> The new "Vajazzling"?? :pac:

It's the "blue label" vajazzle, you might say. No need for jewels just sprinkle a bit of glitter on the ground and roll in it like an alley cat :P

OldNotWIse

Vel wrote: »

Opening a press to get something and thinking to yourself 'those jars look precarious and are going to fall if you move one' but you move one anyway and it falls and smashes, and it contains coriander seeds which then scatter all over the floor, and the dogs start going mental trying to eat them while also likely eating the glass that has smashed, and as this is going on the nervous dog you are minding decides to piss all over the floor as she can't cope with the situation.

Short post: Who the fcuk even has corriander seeds in their press?

:D

jamesbere

To fella mopping floor in McDonald's, take seats out from under table then mop under ther, stop banging the mop against the seats and causing that irritating scrapping noise.



I will ram the mop up his anus

Boom_Bap

jamesbere wrote: »

To fella mopping floor in McDonald's, take seats out from under table then mop under ther, stop banging the mop against the seats and causing that irritating scrapping noise.



I will ram the mop up his anus

I'm TA's that I'm not sitting in McD's :mad:

I would destory a Chicken Legend or 5 right about now.

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OldNotWIse wrote: »

A couple of years ago, her mother gave her money (now, her mother wouldn't be too generous either, the kind with thousands in the bank but still waters down the orange juice), I think around fifty quid to get presents for all of my family for Christmas. She went to Heatons and bought Baylis and Hard on glitter/talc "gift" sets that had been reduced to a few euro, and pocketed the change. I still remember my mother's face when she opened a ten pack of strawberry and mango flavoured glitter shower gel, wondering who over the age of ten would use such a thing, while my ex BF received a lovely gift of perfume and of course beautiful toys for her son from all of us (not the little fella's fault of course, and I really miss him sometimes). What made it worse was that year my mum had actually suggested not exchanging gifts or doing a kris kindle and her mother insisted on doing it because it was "the last year she would be working" - hate to see what the gifts would be now!

Also, two years on the trot, she made a half hearted attempt to turn up at my birthday (always late of course and would arrive in a flurry, "I can't stay long, my parking is only paid up until 10!"), would drink a lime cordial, hand me a card and then say, "Oh shít I left your present in the boot!" - I never saw said present again on either occasion :P

My best friend got married in summer 2013. She's a complete princess, but we actually get on quite well usually. She gets me to do loads of stuff for her, never gives me anything, but if she picks me up or drives me somewhere I always give her money. Annnnnyway she had asked me if I could mind her dog while she was on two weeks honeymoon, I said that was okay, so just about 5 days before the wedding, that was when my dad was really sick. He was just finished his third round of chemo and he was really bad. Bloated up, couldn't walk, couldn't breathe. Brought him into oncology, and he was admitted into ICU. They got him
Sorted there pretty quick but that wasn't the point. His oncology doctor came to speak to me to tell me that it was "ward management" and therefore if he died. They would not resuscitate him. As usual, I was by myself. I'm not big into talking about my feelings, but I was so upset that I text her. I was sure he was going to die. So, I said to her about dad, the chemo and the icu. You know what she replied? "Oh ****. Does that mean you cannot mind the dog?"

I still went to the wedding and all, but we fell out shortly after and are only back on good terms a couple of months

Rubberlegs

It TAs me that I love being annoyed so much that I go out of my way to be annoyed. There is very little I like about Facebook, but I still look everyday to see what crap people are spouting. It makes my heart light to bitch and moan about it, even if it's only to myself. Right now I find myself looking at The Jeremy Kyle Show, I can't stand it, but the young one has it on. I hate him, I hate his degenerate guests, they must dredge the bottom of the barrel for them. Yet it's giving me so much to give out about, I'm actually delighted. Maybe I should make this my trivial thing that makes me happy?

Boom_Bap

LexieOnRale wrote: »

"Oh ****. Does that mean you cannot mind the dog?"

I've been searching for years for the proper definition of a c*nt.
Your "friend" has just nailed it.

jimgoose

LexieOnRale wrote: »

...I still went to the wedding and all, but we fell out shortly after and are only back on good terms a couple of months

I would have texted back straightaway "Fuck you and your fuckan dag, you psychopathic little cunt!" and never spoken to her again. :mad:

OldNotWIse

73Cat wrote: »

It TAs me that I love being annoyed so much that I go out of my way to be annoyed. There is very little I like about Facebook, but I still look everyday to see what crap people are spouting. It makes my heart light to bitch and moan about it, even if it's only to myself. Right now I find myself looking at The Jeremy Kyle Show, I can't stand it, but the young one has it on. I hate him, I hate his degenerate guests, they must dredge the bottom of the barrel for them. Yet it's giving me so much to give out about, I'm actually delighted. Maybe I should make this my trivial thing that makes me happy?

Get out.

One eyed Jack

OldNotWIse wrote: »

A couple of years ago, her mother gave her money (now, her mother wouldn't be too generous either, the kind with thousands in the bank but still waters down the orange juice), I think around fifty quid to get presents for all of my family for Christmas. She went to Heatons and bought Baylis and Hard on glitter/talc "gift" sets that had been reduced to a few euro, and pocketed the change. I still remember my mother's face when she opened a ten pack of strawberry and mango flavoured glitter shower gel, wondering who over the age of ten would use such a thing, while my ex BF received a lovely gift of perfume and of course beautiful toys for her son from all of us (not the little fella's fault of course, and I really miss him sometimes). What made it worse was that year my mum had actually suggested not exchanging gifts or doing a kris kindle and her mother insisted on doing it because it was "the last year she would be working" - hate to see what the gifts would be now!

Also, two years on the trot, she made a half hearted attempt to turn up at my birthday (always late of course and would arrive in a flurry, "I can't stay long, my parking is only paid up until 10!"), would drink a lime cordial, hand me a card and then say, "Oh shít I left your present in the boot!" - I never saw said present again on either occasion :P

Bloody hell, with friends like that... :eek:

I know it's a cliché but you really, really, are better off without that drama and hassle in your life!

The only people I do feel any sympathy for though is those situations is the children that have to grow up in those households. Fortunately, experience has taught me that just because their parents were tight arses that wouldn't spend Christmas, doesn't mean the children will turn out the same as adults.

I love children, really do, but working with them would often break your heart (they're amazing really, it's just factors outside their control which stunt their potential), which is why I've always said I never want to be a teacher (my parents there were few career choices - doctor, priest, teacher, engineering), but over the last couple of years I've had more and more people asking me have I ever given it any thought.

Honestly, the amount of times I have to listen to people telling me how I'd be well able for this, that and the other... I don't care, I'm happy as I am, I love a challenge, I love helping people, I love children, I love education, but being a teacher is just not something I want to do!

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jimgoose wrote: »

I would have texted back straightaway "Fuck you and your fuckan dag, you psychopathic little cunt!" and never spoken to her again. :mad:

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showpost.php?p=84821870&postcount=7799
I posted it at the time and pretty much everyone else said the same thing Jim. Meh, live and learn though. I didn't mind the dog in the end

MsBubbles

ONW I temped for a while in a homeless charity. The centre I worked in had transitional housing and when you saw some of the parents you'd do anything for their kids. I get so mad when I read stories like the couple who made porn while their newborn starved to death and there are so many lovely couples who can't have kids and go through hell ttc or adopting.

OldNotWIse

Simon Coveney.

OldNotWIse

MsBubbles wrote: »

ONW I temped for a while in a homeless charity. The centre I worked in had transitional housing and when you saw some of the parents you'd do anything for their kids. I get so mad when I read stories like the couple who made porn while their newborn starved to death and there are so many lovely couples who can't have kids and go through hell ttc or adopting.

:eek: Jesus sake... Saw a horrible piece of news yesterday about a poor little 6 year old boy who died as a result of abuse at home. He'd been brought to hospital as young as 14 months with injuries and hospital, school, police etc all failed him. Apparently one of the men he lived with would force him to drink vodka and watch indecent images, and he actually told people that this man "gives me bruises". Construction workers heard his cries from the street, and nothing was done despite them reporting it. He eventually died from head injuries at the age of six

And Irish people are terrified to vote Yes in the marriage equality referendum in case the gays might adopt and love a child :mad:

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In a country that you need a licence to have a dog but can take a wooden spoon to a child, would sicken you.

MsBubbles

Lexie I was just about to type the same thing. I can't understand how anyone could hurt a child ?

LynnGrace

OldNotWIse wrote: »

A couple of years ago, her mother gave her money (now, her mother wouldn't be too generous either, the kind with thousands in the bank but still waters down the orange juice), I think around fifty quid to get presents for all of my family for Christmas.

This reminds me of a B&B I stayed in years ago, while travelling for work. The hotel nearby was booked out, but this place seemed fine.

Nice house, but the meanest of the mean, anywhere they thought they could get away with it. I still remember the watered down orange juice, more like water that got shown the orange juice, fleetingly. So glad I was only there one night.

The place was full of Americans, it was in a really good location for tourism. I remember thinking this was going to be their impression of Irish 'hospitality'.

I hate meanness above almost any other trait.

OldNotWIse

MsBubbles wrote: »

Lexie I was just about to type the same thing. I can't understand how anyone could hurt a child ?

Me too. I have name of not liking people and being a crank but I cannot abide cruelty to children, old people, animals etc. Anyone or anything that can't defend itself

MsBubbles

ONW me too. The older I get the more I prefer animals to people. I'm an upbeat person cos I get all my grumpiness out here

Pumpkinseeds

Pain and insomnia. Haven't slept well this week due to multiple pain areas. I could go to sleep right now but instead I'm gonna have to drag my ass out of my pajamas and go to GP since I'm low on painkillers.:(

KatW4

ONW and Lexie, I don't know your friends but I don't like them! Horrible self absorbed girls. I hate people like that!

Rosie Rant

The gym was good after all yesterday and I had enough energy left over to dance with the hoover for an hour when I got home, but there were a couple of TAs.

The first being that I can never remember the four digit code for the changing room. If I went on my own I'd have to ask the receptionist every time. The key ring wrist band for my locker was broken. I thought I could see teeth marks on it. Animal! So that kept falling off.

The toilets in the changing room flush really violently and they don't have lids so I have to jump back to avoid getting splashed. Then the high heart rate warning kept coming up on the treadmill, scaring the crap out of me. Yes, I know I'm unfit, thanks.

When I was doing the shoulder press weight thingy, trying not to get mashed mammaries, there was this 14 year old boy sitting at the machine in fron of me gawping at my chest. Can't teenagers have a separate gym for fcuck's sake?!

Oh and the rowing machines have been moved to a place where they can't be used properly. They put in a new pully stretchy thingy (big machine name expert here ) and moved the rowing machines in front of that. So when someone rows back they're nearly hitting off the person who's stretching in the pully weight thingy.

I think that's it. My apologies for gym post! It's always a nerve-wracking experience!

eisenberg1

Vel wrote: »

Short post: Who the fcuk even has corriander seeds in their press?

Me,

I am kinda handy in the kitchen, and am currently on a bit of a curry binge, so making a lot of Indian food (From scratch), I have piles of spices, seeds, leaves and jars of stuff, which stink the gaff up no end. To avoid spillages like you mentioned, and to keep the aroma to a minimum, I put everything in two large plastic storage boxes, and keep it in the utility room.

I was made do that:D

Menas

Pumpkinseeds wrote: »

Pain and insomnia. Haven't slept well this week due to multiple pain areas. I could go to sleep right now but instead I'm gonna have to drag my ass out of my pajamas and go to GP since I'm low on painkillers.:(

Oh, thats not nice. I dont envy you.

Boom_Bap

eisenberg1 wrote: »

Me,

I am kinda handy in the kitchen, and am currently on a bit of a curry binge, so making a lot of Indian food (From scratch), I have piles of spices, seeds, leaves and jars of stuff, which stink the gaff up no end. To avoid spillages like you mentioned, and to keep the aroma to a minimum, I put everything in two large plastic storage boxes, and keep it in the utility room.

I was made do that:D

Reminds me of a TA from this morning. Walk outside the house, open the door of the car, take a big deep morning fresh breadth of air...... massive smell of curry in the air. It was delicious, and I'm ready to eat the boll*x off a low flying duck.

MsBubbles

Poor Pumpkinseeds. hopefully the pain meds will help and you'll feel better soon
Boom_Bap you must an absolute pleasure to cook for cos you love your grub.

OldNotWIse

MsBubbles wrote: »

ONW me too. The older I get the more I prefer animals to people. I'm an upbeat person cos I get all my grumpiness out here

Me too! I wonder what I'll be like when I'm older. People think I am weird or that I am attention seeking when I say I prefer the company of animals but it is generally true. I'm not a recluse, but I do love going home to my babies. A day spent outside with the dogs in the forest and playing in the garden with the cats or decorating their little house for them etc. I don't feel like I've missed out on anything. Maybe it's because I have exposure to a lot of people during the day, commuting and at work. I have a few close friends that I cherish, and love spending time with. I'll often share a bottle of wine with the Dad and my mam is my best friend, but that is really as far as it goes. People who know me describe me as personable, witty etc and I don't hate people - I can just take them or leave them. My animals though....God I love the bones of them, and I pity the fool who lays a finger on any of them

Pumpkinseeds

MsBubbles wrote: »

Poor Pumpkinseeds.

Don't encourage me, I'm just wallowing in self pity. Not so trivial annoyance, the toddler that was at the special clinic I attended this week. The clinic was for illnesses that are challenging to treat, they bring in consultants from all over Munster and basically brainstorm. Anyways, there was a gorgeous little kid, why are they always heartbreakers when they're ill? Not that it would matter if they were ugly. Anyways, chronically ill kids, it's depressing.:(

MsBubbles

Pumpkinseeds a good wallow every now and then is good for you. I'd have left the clinic in floods of tears nothing worse than a sick child.

MsBubbles

ONW I'm the same I have a couple of good friends we go out for a meal occasionally. But I'm closest to my Husband, My Mommy and my sisters.
Ps 2 months in and we're at 6,300 posts might beat out previous record.

Pumpkinseeds

I'm watching Leaders Questions and there's a TD saying that Prison Officers should have stab vests and retractable batons. Am I the only one that just assumed that they already had these things as standard? Surely it's patently obvious that they would need them

jimgoose

OldNotWIse wrote: »

...I don't hate people - I can just take them or leave them...

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People are nasty, I don't like people much at all. My dad was my absolute best friend, like from when I was tiny the entire way through. I didn't like my mother all that much, although that was teenage rebellion that I never really got a chance to grow out of. My brother is a dispicable human being - even going into it makes me feel like I should be on the jermey kyle show. I love the luckiest man in ireland, for sure, but would I be devastated if he left? No. My friends? I love them too but it honestly wouldnt bother me if they never talked to me again. The only person in my life that I panic about losing/her getting hurt/something happening to her, is my friends little girl, my 2 year old bestie. She's probably the only person I really really really really love. Everyone else can go shyte.

But animals, man animals are amazing. I would happily live amongst animals and not interact with other people. Growing up on a farm, we had lots of pets. Mama cow, I grew up with her, so much so that I think she thought I was her calf. She would do that really low mooing sound they do at new born calves. I had pet sheep, I had cats, dogs, cattle. Now I have a pig. And they are honestly 100% better to be around.

OldNotWIse

There's a video, I don't want to post it on here because some of you have lost parents and I don't want to upset people that I consider to be friends. It's called "A letter to my child" and it's possibly the saddest video I have ever watched. And yet....I keep watching it and crying! And then I start texting my mum telling her how much I love her and calling my Dad to say hi just because I appreciate the fact that I still can. They think I am insane... What TF is wrong with me? Why intentionally make yourself cry? Yeugh

jimgoose

OldNotWIse wrote: »

...Why intentionally make yourself cry? Yeugh

Are you coming over all "Alien" again?? :pac:

Menas

OldNotWIse wrote: »

There's a video, I don't want to post it on here because some of you have lost parents and I don't want to upset people that I consider to be friends. It's called "A letter to my child" and it's possibly the saddest video I have ever watched. And yet....I keep watching it and crying! And then I start texting my mum telling her how much I love her and calling my Dad to say hi just because I appreciate the fact that I still can. They think I am insane... What TF is wrong with me? Why intentionally make yourself cry? Yeugh

PM me the link please! I may well watch that before visiting my mum this weekend.

MsBubbles

ONW That's exactly why I only watch happy films

jimgoose

I'd like to nominate the Ford Motor Company for this week's "Big Fat Fcuk You!!" award. In particular, their 2009 Fiesta model that features, among other bits-and-pieces, a red dashboard warning-lamp the purpose of which is to inform you that the outside temperature is at 0C or lower. This of course sends some of their elderly owners, such as my mother, who were taught, rightly, that a red warning lamp in a car means something possibly potentially dangerous that needs attending to immediately, into a bit of a tizzy.

So fcuk you, Ford. Just fcuk you.

MsBubbles

Poor Mammy Goose. Is there a way of switching it off ?

Menas

jimgoose wrote: »

I'd like to nominate the Ford Motor Company for this week's "Big Fat Fcuk You!!" award. In particular, their 2009 Fiesta model that features, among other bits-and-pieces, a red dashboard warning-lamp the purpose of which is to inform you that the outside temperature is at 0C or lower. This of course sends some of their elderly owners, such as my mother, who were taught, rightly, that a red warning lamp in a car means something possibly potentially dangerous that needs attending to immediately, into a bit of a tizzy.

So fcuk you, Ford. Just fcuk you.

Car makers do a great job of pissing me off too.
My rear parking detector is faulty and the car computer has picker up on this. So everytime put the key in the ignition I get alarms warning me loudly about the faulty parking detectors. Who the fck wants to hear that at 7am- it would be more pleasant to crash the fcking car?

OldNotWIse

jimgoose wrote: »

Are you coming over all "Alien" again?? :pac:

Ladies and gentlemen there are six emergency exits, two at the front, left and right etc. :P :pac:

MsBubbles

Trigger and Jim too much computer not enough car

OldNotWIse

Trigger Happy wrote: »

PM me the link please! I may well watch that before visiting my mum this weekend.

Done

OldNotWIse

Oh Gawd, I decided to send a text to both parents saying, "just wanted to let you know that I love you very much, even though I don't always say it. If I am half as good as you I'll do" but accidentally sent it to a married man who is in my class at college. F.uck