Men who refuse to go to the doctor when they need to. I love Mr Image and he is a good guy but getting him to look after his medical problems is like I am asking him to hang himself. When he finally goes of course it is much worse then if he had gone sooner.
For reasons I'm unable to determine, Mrs passer endorses this observation with a "Here, here".
Those who “tidy things up”. I’m not stupid, so when I say “Where did you put my widget?” Don’t act all hurt: you put it somewhere, is it so hard to remember?
Those who “tidy things up”. I’m not stupid, so when I say “Where did you put my widget?” Don’t act all hurt: you put it somewhere, is it so hard to remember?
I have a choice. Live with everything out all the time so I can't find it, or tidy things up and not be able to find them because I don't know where I put them. Yes, it really is that hard to remember.
Not happy. My boss told me off this morning for addressing a client in French in an email I sent them, on which he was copied. The client is French and is in France, I thought it only good manners to start the email with French pleasantries, I always start the conversation in French if I have to call them.
TICTH diabetic neuropathy and the person who let herself (me, myself) and her (my) diet go to hell for a year thus now walking about with painful feet.
Waking up at 2 AM feeling full of energy, unable to go back to sleep, and knowing that the graveyard shift at work today will be an absolute killer as a result.
Whoever wrote the software for my digital radio. Why does it randomly decide to retune itself? And why, sometimes when it does that, it doesn't leave all my settings, but goes back to factory settings, so I have to reset all the presets, and the alarm settings as well? Why not just leave it alone?
Further to Penny S's rant, my mobile phone's alarm - I have to go into it with password etc before I can switch it off. Otherwise it keeps on snoozing, sounding, and annoying me. I want to be able to switch it off with one touch of the finger. Then I can go back to sleep....
Our boiler again. The vital part has made its way from Italy and the engineer has been to fit it... and in the process discovered that the wretched thing needs a new fan. So he'll be back tomorrow with that. Will we ever have heating and hot water again?
Further to Penny S's rant, my mobile phone's alarm - I have to go into it with password etc before I can switch it off.
That's either a stupid design choice or a feature depending on how capable you are of turning off the alarm in your sleep, and how much you really need to get up.
Eldest keeps a real alarm clock on the other side of her room for precisely this reason - by the time she has got out of bed and crossed the room to silence the alarm, she is awake. She would routinely silence an alarm on her nightstand and go back to sleep.
Meanwhile To Hell with those tightly-folded small print instructions/warnings you find in packets of pills.
They never allow the strip of pills to go back fully into the box.
Amen. I swear they're sentient, and despite their apparent good intentions, intrinsically evil.
The flu. And people who invite you over and then tell you they have spent the last four days with the flu and the evening before at the hospital having treatment for the flu. And who then offer you pie and tea and then tells you they made the pie while they had the flu. And you look at your friend and wince thinking how long before we get the flu. For the record, that would be about 30 hours later.
I agree with Lily Pad but add colds in general, the "nits in the nose" phenomenon - as I heard it described by a work colleague -the runny nose, the sore throat....all of which have descended on me the day before we are due to go away for a long weekend to visit elderly relatives the other side of the country.
I had a gremlin attack this afternoon. Not hungry enough for lunch, I decided to make some cup soup, which I then spilled over the dressing table beside my bed. It took some time to clear up, including clothes inside the drawers, and treating the watermarks on the wood, so my nap was not what I planned.
Some time later, I felt much too hot, so took my temperature, using a digital and a mercury thermometer. I was somewhat shocked to see the mercury column right at the top of the tube, realised why and went to shake it down. When it broke and spilled over the bed. More clearing up, followed by a Salisbury type clear when I had looked things up after the chemist could not take the stuff off my hands.
I don't think my case is quite as serious as suggested - given the amount I collected, any escapees I missed are going to be minute, but the window is going to be open.
Oh, and my temperature was within the range of normal - though a bit hotter than I am used to.
Supervisor who keeps shutting me out of decisions directly related to my area of ministry. I've spent the last 3 years gaining specialized knowledge in this area on the church's dime but no, don't bother asking me what I think or even giving me a heads up before writing up new policies...
O, but this is part of Hell, or, rather, the path leading to the front doorstep. It gets hotter the further in you go, and colder the further down you go (see Dante's Inferno).
TICTH-ASV Drivers who pull over to let emergency vehicles through, only to do this by the keep left bollards, thus blocking the road and impeding them.
I live somewhere between the Ambulance station and the hospital. This is a regular occurrence.
Printers. My old Canon died, so I bought a new one. It worked fine, until it didn't. I just spent 37 minutes on the phone with a technician, who is sending me a new part for my new printer. Gaaah.
Allen keys. Why??? Years ago, I had a bed, and I screwed the bed frame together with a screwdriver, and it was easy - I must have taken it apart and put it back together again about 20 times because of various moves.
That bed is still being used by a friend of mine - I got mum's cast off, which lasted for several years, and then I bought a new bed, like the old bed, with a frame you screw together - except now they don't use proper screws with a screwdriver; they use stupid screws with an Allen key, which hurts my fingers because it doesn't have a proper handle.
If I'd known it was put together with an Allen key when I bought it, I would have chosen something else.
And here it is 2°C and dropping. In mid March. My curse attend those who do not see that catastrophic climate change is with us now, have the power to act but do not. May their Mar-o-lagos be drowned by the rising seas.
Allen keys. Why??? Years ago, I had a bed, and I screwed the bed frame together with a screwdriver, and it was easy - I must have taken it apart and put it back together again about 20 times because of various moves.
That bed is still being used by a friend of mine - I got mum's cast off, which lasted for several years, and then I bought a new bed, like the old bed, with a frame you screw together - except now they don't use proper screws with a screwdriver; they use stupid screws with an Allen key, which hurts my fingers because it doesn't have a proper handle.
If I'd known it was put together with an Allen key when I bought it, I would have chosen something else.
except now they don't use proper screws with a screwdriver; they use stupid screws with an Allen key, which hurts my fingers because it doesn't have a proper handle.
Go to the hardware store, buy a ratchet screwdriver with a set of interchangeable Allen head bits. Or a set of Allen drivers in the popular sizes, if that's what you prefer.
(Possibly been called before, but) TICTH politicians sending their "thoughts and prayers", Amber Rudd being but the latest. This trope has had its day, and lost any semblance of sincerity.
TICTH not being able to get Proper Bacon™. Over here, back bacon is practically unheard-of (you can get something called "back bacon" but it's Not Quite The Same), and unless you pay an arm and a leg, the only sort you can get is streaky. Fine for chopping up and putting in soups and casseroles, but rubbish as the mainstay of a fry-up or a bacon sandwich.
(I used to get it at the farmer's market. Try there, Piglet.)
TICTH silly people on Facebook whose rude manners completely destroy a conversation and I want to call them to Hell but there isn't one there.
The door of my dishwasher. Won't shut properly. Didn't leak when I tried it out, but I don't trust it to run when I'm not around, like in the night on cheap electricity. Expense. Disruption. Could do without it.
Hoarding relatives. (No, I mean relatives who hoard things, not people who collect relatives.) I've opened a dozen boxes and not one of the labels matched the contents. None of the contents were useful. Some might have been of sentimental value to someone, if only I knew what they were or where they came from.
TICTH a bunch of wingnuts known as Intercessors For America who have decided, out of the blue, to send me a crackpot email ( In Jesus name, Amen). I hate this sort of crap. No idea how they got my email address, as it's one I only use for private stuff, like here.
(The only religious-type links I have are to SoF. I don't suppose anyone else has been recently "discovered" by these tossers, by any chance?)
(I haven't heard that sense of "jib" before; interesting.... Though I'm sorry for you.)
Totally off the point and I hope you get the money sorted Jacobson but one of the gravestones in our local cemetery has 'He never was a jibber' on it. I had to look it up.
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For reasons I'm unable to determine, Mrs passer endorses this observation with a "Here, here".
I have a choice. Live with everything out all the time so I can't find it, or tidy things up and not be able to find them because I don't know where I put them. Yes, it really is that hard to remember.
Or not au fait* with French
translation - ignorant
Meanwhile To Hell with those tightly-folded small print instructions/warnings you find in packets of pills.
They never allow the strip of pills to go back fully into the box.
IJ
That's either a stupid design choice or a feature depending on how capable you are of turning off the alarm in your sleep, and how much you really need to get up.
Eldest keeps a real alarm clock on the other side of her room for precisely this reason - by the time she has got out of bed and crossed the room to silence the alarm, she is awake. She would routinely silence an alarm on her nightstand and go back to sleep.
Amen. I swear they're sentient, and despite their apparent good intentions, intrinsically evil.
The correct speeling of this horrid stuff is sn*w.
And yessss, we hates it too, preciousssss, yesss, we doessss.....
IJ
Some time later, I felt much too hot, so took my temperature, using a digital and a mercury thermometer. I was somewhat shocked to see the mercury column right at the top of the tube, realised why and went to shake it down. When it broke and spilled over the bed. More clearing up, followed by a Salisbury type clear when I had looked things up after the chemist could not take the stuff off my hands.
I don't think my case is quite as serious as suggested - given the amount I collected, any escapees I missed are going to be minute, but the window is going to be open.
Oh, and my temperature was within the range of normal - though a bit hotter than I am used to.
IJ
I live somewhere between the Ambulance station and the hospital. This is a regular occurrence.
That bed is still being used by a friend of mine - I got mum's cast off, which lasted for several years, and then I bought a new bed, like the old bed, with a frame you screw together - except now they don't use proper screws with a screwdriver; they use stupid screws with an Allen key, which hurts my fingers because it doesn't have a proper handle.
If I'd known it was put together with an Allen key when I bought it, I would have chosen something else.
TICTH male managers who heartily greet me as we pass but ignore my colleague (who is a woman) completely. I had no words. Only shame.
Allen keys with comfy handles are apparently available.
Go to the hardware store, buy a ratchet screwdriver with a set of interchangeable Allen head bits. Or a set of Allen drivers in the popular sizes, if that's what you prefer.
TICTH silly people on Facebook whose rude manners completely destroy a conversation and I want to call them to Hell but there isn't one there.
Can we trade some of your heat for some of our unseasonably late snow. Actually I can take the snow but ICTH the wing chill.
(The only religious-type links I have are to SoF. I don't suppose anyone else has been recently "discovered" by these tossers, by any chance?)
Go back whence you came, O Breath of Vladimir the Victor!
IJ