The Bitching Thread

[Death BOO Z]

well, fuck.
I just found out that a project, which I thought was due to mid-august, is actually due next week, I need to sit on my ass real hard to get it done.
Also, another project, which I need to hand over in two weeks, but it's a project in three-men team and I'm really not getting along with the rest of the team right now (which is bad, because one of them is my go-to-girl) and we got the notes on our draft, and it was really bad.

so, as to say. fuck. (and I hate my job, Diabetes... if you know you've got it, go see the doctor)

[Buffalobiian]

What does diabetes have to do with it all?

[Death BOO Z]

my job in the medical care organization puts me in direct contact with diabetic people. they became the enemy which I need to ensnare in the web of meeting the doctors (eye and regular) and bloodtests.

they don't want to, so I hate them.

[Buffalobiian]

Ah. I thought you were still selling stationary. How long ago was that?

Yeah, assignments creeping up on you suck, haha.

[Animeniax]

Netflix will soon start charging for DVDs in the mail and streaming separately for the same price as what I pay now for both services. Money grubbing bastards. Their selection sucks too. I'll be dropping their service when the new pricing goes into effect after Sept.

[rockmanj]

Netflix will soon start charging for DVDs in the mail and streaming separately for the same price as what I pay now for both services. Money grubbing bastards. Their selection sucks too. I'll be dropping their service when the new pricing goes into effect after Sept.

I don't think it is because they are particularly greedy. I have been reading about them for a few months, and it seems that a lot of the content generators (movie studios and cable stations, etc.) are not happy with the amount of money netflix has been making with their content, and is now charging them way more than they used to. For instance, their initial deal with Starz cost them $25 million a year, with their new deal (estimated) to be $250 million . Hollywood wants to get their money too (fairly understandable), so they charge netflix more, and the costs are passed on to consumers.

[Sapphire]

It's like they want you to torrent! Mwahahhahaha...

[Buffalobiian]

And when consumers are faced with costs and seek an alternative to their needs... the vicious cycle continues..

[Assertn]

fuckin netflix

[IFHTT]

fuckin netflix

echoing that sentiment.

[Edort4]

Stress tests results failed.
Risk premium over 340 points.
State bonds to 10 years at 6'13%
New welfare state cuts in perspective.
Not enough GDP growth to fight unemployment (22%).
Probable interest rates rise.
Possible new money impression due to QE3 rising inflation and diluting savings.

My friking country is in the verge of going into stone age for the next 10-20 years and the share of reality shows and gossip shows are around 40% and prosecuted politicians get absolute majority.

Sick & tired. Monday when stock markets open will see if we sink into oblivion.

[Buffalobiian]

Parents.

Again.



So they always have this idea that what they're doing is right. Because their intentions are right. Because it's for (Enter Retarded Reason Here).

I turned on the stove, the kettle and took out some noodles after work to let the water heat up while I take my showe. I come out of the shower, notice the smell of cooked noodles in the air, and knew someone had touched my shit.

But I play nice anyway, go out, asked if someone cooked my food for me, and said "Thanks, but no thanks. Please don't do it again next time."

Then starts the crap about "caring for each other" and shit and how rude I was. That I'm not being appreciative when I'm being helped.


Get. This.



This isn't about me, it's about you. You're helping me because you want to do something to help me, because it makes you feel better as a parent if you're doing something for me. But guess what. I'm not being helped.

I never asked you to do something. I don't even know when I want something, and how I want it done. So what makes you think you've got a chance? And so.. my noodles were soggy as fuck because she can't get the timing or the method right. (to clarify, I'm angry at this whole idea/event, not that I got soggy noodles. I'll be just as angry if it was firm)

When I came home, there was also some soup that she had prepared for me which I had to chug down despite not wanting it since it's already cooked. Just because I wanted soup last week, and had soup (and only soup) for dinner every single night last week, doesn't mean I do this week. And even if I do, how do you know which soup to make?

Now, when you're reading this, I know some of you, if not most of you, will think I'm some kind of unappreciative asshole who's being picky as fuck about the food my mum made for me.

BUT. But.. that's because you don't know that I've already acknowledged this with her. She's already complained that it's hard to prepare for dinner if I'm being so impulsively random. So I've given her clear instructions on this. DON'T PREPARE DINNER FOR ME. ASSUME I'M NOT EATING DINNER.

Simple? Easy to understand? I think so.

I don't expect you to be able to guess at my preferences. Not even I can until it happens. So.. don't try.

When you don't know, or something hasn't had a precedence, I play nice and say "Thanks, that was nice of you. But really, don't do it again next time."

When you don't acknowledge this and keep going, it's no longer about helping me. It's about making you feel good to think you're helping me. In the end man, it's about fulfilling your own desires and to feel good that you've been a good mother.

What's funny is - she tells my dad to stop buying things for her because he doesn't know her preference and what she likes or sees as aesthetically pleasing.

SAME. FUCKING. IDEA.

Times like these, I just feel the only way I can vent is to punch a hole in my door. Again.

[Sapphire]

Parents.

Again.



So they always have this idea that what they're doing is right. Because their intentions are right. Because it's for (Enter Retarded Reason Here).

I turned on the stove, the kettle and took out some noodles after work to let the water heat up while I take my showe. I come out of the shower, notice the smell of cooked noodles in the air, and knew someone had touched my shit.

But I play nice anyway, go out, asked if someone cooked my food for me, and said "Thanks, but no thanks. Please don't do it again next time."

Then starts the crap about "caring for each other" and shit and how rude I was. That I'm not being appreciative when I'm being helped.


Get. This.



This isn't about me, it's about you. You're helping me because you want to do something to help me, because it makes you feel better as a parent if you're doing something for me. But guess what. I'm not being helped.

I never asked you to do something. I don't even know when I want something, and how I want it done. So what makes you think you've got a chance? And so.. my noodles were soggy as fuck because she can't get the timing or the method right. (to clarify, I'm angry at this whole idea/event, not that I got soggy noodles. I'll be just as angry if it was firm)

When I came home, there was also some soup that she had prepared for me which I had to chug down despite not wanting it since it's already cooked. Just because I wanted soup last week, and had soup (and only soup) for dinner every single night last week, doesn't mean I do this week. And even if I do, how do you know which soup to make?

Now, when you're reading this, I know some of you, if not most of you, will think I'm some kind of unappreciative asshole who's being picky as fuck about the food my mum made for me.

BUT. But.. that's because you don't know that I've already acknowledged this with her. She's already complained that it's hard to prepare for dinner if I'm being so impulsively random. So I've given her clear instructions on this. DON'T PREPARE DINNER FOR ME. ASSUME I'M NOT EATING DINNER.

Simple? Easy to understand? I think so.

I don't expect you to be able to guess at my preferences. Not even I can until it happens. So.. don't try.

When you don't know, or something hasn't had a precedence, I play nice and say "Thanks, that was nice of you. But really, don't do it again next time."

When you don't acknowledge this and keep going, it's no longer about helping me. It's about making you feel good to think you're helping me. In the end man, it's about fulfilling your own desires and to feel good that you've been a good mother.

What's funny is - she tells my dad to stop buying things for her because he doesn't know her preference and what she likes or sees as aesthetically pleasing.

SAME. FUCKING. IDEA.

Times like these, I just feel the only way I can vent is to punch a hole in my door. Again.

I just think parents from foreign countries don't get how specific our western generation is when it comes to food.

[Buffalobiian]

I just think parents from foreign countries don't get how specific our western generation is when it comes to food.

It doesn't have to do with food. That's an example of what happened.

The whole idea is that they try to do something, and when you tell them to stop because they're doing it wrong, they continue to do so anyway just so they feel like they're doing something.

[Xelbair]

Parents.

Again.



So they always have this idea that what they're doing is right. Because their intentions are right. Because it's for (Enter Retarded Reason Here).

I turned on the stove, the kettle and took out some noodles after work to let the water heat up while I take my showe. I come out of the shower, notice the smell of cooked noodles in the air, and knew someone had touched my shit.

But I play nice anyway, go out, asked if someone cooked my food for me, and said "Thanks, but no thanks. Please don't do it again next time."

Then starts the crap about "caring for each other" and shit and how rude I was. That I'm not being appreciative when I'm being helped.


Get. This.



This isn't about me, it's about you. You're helping me because you want to do something to help me, because it makes you feel better as a parent if you're doing something for me. But guess what. I'm not being helped.

I never asked you to do something. I don't even know when I want something, and how I want it done. So what makes you think you've got a chance? And so.. my noodles were soggy as fuck because she can't get the timing or the method right. (to clarify, I'm angry at this whole idea/event, not that I got soggy noodles. I'll be just as angry if it was firm)

When I came home, there was also some soup that she had prepared for me which I had to chug down despite not wanting it since it's already cooked. Just because I wanted soup last week, and had soup (and only soup) for dinner every single night last week, doesn't mean I do this week. And even if I do, how do you know which soup to make?

Now, when you're reading this, I know some of you, if not most of you, will think I'm some kind of unappreciative asshole who's being picky as fuck about the food my mum made for me.

BUT. But.. that's because you don't know that I've already acknowledged this with her. She's already complained that it's hard to prepare for dinner if I'm being so impulsively random. So I've given her clear instructions on this. DON'T PREPARE DINNER FOR ME. ASSUME I'M NOT EATING DINNER.

Simple? Easy to understand? I think so.

I don't expect you to be able to guess at my preferences. Not even I can until it happens. So.. don't try.

When you don't know, or something hasn't had a precedence, I play nice and say "Thanks, that was nice of you. But really, don't do it again next time."

When you don't acknowledge this and keep going, it's no longer about helping me. It's about making you feel good to think you're helping me. In the end man, it's about fulfilling your own desires and to feel good that you've been a good mother.

What's funny is - she tells my dad to stop buying things for her because he doesn't know her preference and what she likes or sees as aesthetically pleasing.

SAME. FUCKING. IDEA.

Times like these, I just feel the only way I can vent is to punch a hole in my door. Again.

I have the same problem. it is fucking annoying. I want to do something in way A, they say 'do it in way B!'. If i don't they will fucking keep yelling, and create overall shitstorm. fuck this i really need to move away.
Also my dad lately haves this weird mood shifts - from being normal to full-rage mode for no apparent reason.

[rockmanj]

Gah! My tooth just broke out of nowhere, and my insurance coverage ended 2 weeks ago :\.

[Animeniax]

Gah! My tooth just broke out of nowhere, and my insurance coverage ended 2 weeks ago :\.

I think that's Murphy's law or some other smart ass guy. My floor jack broke 2 months out of warranty. It's all a scam I tell you.

[Kraco]

Move out, Bill. Problem solved. Nobody will help you then. At least until you find a wife and make your own kids to offer your unwanted help to...

[darkshadow]

Well buff doesn't even want kids....

[enkoujin]

The bigger issue here aren't your parents. The issue here is why you would leave the kitchen with the stove on to take a shower.

This sounds like a potential fire risk in which your mother took precautionary measures to protect her and your life, protect her property assets and prepare you a meal all at the same time.

It also sounds to me like your parents are those one-perspective typical Asian parents who bitch at you for practising and assimilating yourself in European-originated culture and mannerisms. A lot of first-generation citizens with immigrant parents have to deal with the same situation, but I strongly believe that if you have a good talk with them politely explaining your preferences and make a genuine attempt at understanding their love for you, you will a healthier relationship with your parents.

If talking too much is too much of a hassle, I would just bite the bullet for the sake of your mental health and their's as well. Once your parents are gone, you'll be wishing they can do the same things they're doing now for you even if they are annoying.