The Bitching Thread

[Board of Command]

nah....on the contrary, it made me feel more mortal, because i never injure myself and now I'm lucky I didn't damage any tendons.

Aww darn...

[Psyke]

Sounds painful. What were you doing?

[Assertn]

Sounds painful. What were you doing?

climbing a wire fence to go play ultimate frisbee.

[Abdula]

climbing a wire fence to go play ultimate frisbee.

seriously

[Assertn]

Don't be racist, Abdula

[animus]

I fucking hate mosquitos.

[Mr Squiggles]

I fucking hate mosquitos.

Amen.

I hate those things so much, we should kill them all. Even if it means completely fucking up the ecosystem.

[Death BOO Z]

a month after the school year started, and after having four horrible nightmares about school, I'm back at a studying routine!

I'm going to take a higher level math test, before the SATa test and all other stuff.

but god-dammit, this shit is expensive, I never thought I'd have so much for something I got in Highschool for free.

[itadakimasu]

community college my friend.... community college...


Do they have those in Israel ? I'm almost finished w\ my Associates degree but I have to drop a class i was planning on taking because there is no way i can do 3 classes at once while working fulltime and playing WoW on the side.

which means in the spring I will need to take 2 classes to complete my degree.

Bitching related to school :

Why do people post 'level 1' or 'entry level' or 'junior' job positions and then when you go and read the information on it they want a bachelors degree + 3-5 years experience... LOL i really hope if somebody has a 4 year degree and 5 years experience they're getting a higher paying job.

[Death BOO Z]

not in that level of academic studying yet, at least for now.

all I'm doing is taking highschool math again, it's 8 weekly hours, until 2009, it's not even admission exam for higher education.

I hope that the nightmares will stop, seriously. I need to get my shit together. I can't even set up an alarming clock without having a dream about not waking up for it.

[Animeniax]

Wow I've had dreams like that back when I was in school. Even when I thought about returning to school a couple years ago, I'd have dreams that I was skipping classes and failing them. I've also dreamed about turning off my alarm clock and being late for stuff. Hopefully I can get over any anxiety when I actually return to school in Fall 09.

[itadakimasu]

so...i went to go to lunch today like every day. Put the key in the ignition of my car ( 2005 honda civic ) and.... it wont turn. It wont turn back... forward... or come out. spent like 5-10 minutes messing w\ it... called honda, did a few things they suggested and nothing

got my coworker to help me some since he's experienced in honda service and he wasn't able to do anything. So now i'm waiting on the tow truck to come pick up my car and take it a whole 2-3 blocks to the honda dealership for $100-150.

Worst case scenario is going to have me paying lots and lots of money i'd rather not spend on my crappy car. a new key alone is $100

So i didn't get to goto lunch and had to resort to eating a vending machine cinnamon roll for sustinance.

upside to this is that i just got paid yesterday... downside is i already paid rent and the repairs might cost more then i got paid all together

[KitKat]

This isn't technically on topic, but it's related. A lot of the time, when something really annoys or upsets me, I compose a post for this thread in my head. I plan out everything I'm going to type whenever I get back to my computer, and all the things that I wish I could say to certain people but can't, and then I imagine all of my gotwoot friends reading my post and being sympathetic to my plight, because even if nobody else understands my frustration, you guys will. (Well, maybe not, but I like to think that you will.) Most of the time, when I get home I forget to post it, or just never get around to it. But it makes me feel better to compose the post, regardless. I know, I'm weird and it's strange, but I thought I'd share.

[Abdula]

Don't be racist, Abdula

Who is being racist. What you don't think black people play ultimate frisbee

I just think you slicing your hand open while climbing a wire fence to go play ultimate, is hilarious. I can't be the only one.

[Assertn]

Who is being racist. What you don't think black people play ultimate frisbee

I just think you slicing your hand open while climbing a wire fence to go play ultimate, is hilarious. I can't be the only one.

I was joking about the fence thing and how it'd be ironic for you to be racist in pointing it out.

@Itadakimasu: Should've got a AAA membership...they'll tow for free.

[Death BOO Z]

the writing to the drawer thing, it's a well known clinical therapy method.
you don't actually need to send the letter to the person who got on your nerves, you just need to say it to someone\something.

So i didn't get to goto lunch and had to resort to eating a vending machine cinnamon roll for sustinance.

well, if the car repairs end up costing more, you might have to eat all your launches from a vending machine.

[itadakimasu]

yeah...

2 block tow = $109 + whatever they charge for 2-3 blocks. Maybe I will sign up for AAA.

i'd rather somebody have stolen my car or completely trashed it instead so i can get a new one

[Assertn]

One morning my car wouldn't start, so I hitched a ride to work, signed up for AAA (it was like, $50 or less), then called them the same day and had my car towed. Worked really well, actually...

[python862]

Okay.

My bitch starts and ends at work.

You probably don't know this (because I forgot to tell everyone - as if you cared anyway), but I've recently been employed by Kmart. I've been training on the register for the past week or so, and have been on my own for another few days. I've had a relatively easy time of it so far. Well, until today.

This story starts with a co-worker of mine asking me if I minded working for him Saturday (today) from 5-10. Being the nice guy I am, I accepted, and we made the necessary arrangements with the supervisors. So today comes along, and while I'm not completely enthused by losing a quarter of my Saturday, I'm still relatively okay with everything. I walk in, meet with the supervisors, who again clear everything, and I clock in. I swear, as soon as I turned on my register's light, people just frickin' FLOCKED to me like flies on shit. No lie.

At this point, my attitude's kind of spiraling down, but I still try to keep my spirits up and hope dearly that the day ends swiftly, and that after this round of customers, I could relax for a bit.

Clearly, I was wrong as all hell.

Okay, so I've covered my part of the bitch, but that still leaves the guy who asked me in and the girl who's working as the only other cashier tonight.

I'll start with the guy I switched with; I come in, and he's in the store, because he didn't expect me to show. That's the first dick move. After I get settled with the first round of customers, he comes up to me and asks if I worked tomorrow. Conversation went as follows:

"Hey, you working tomorrow?"
"No, I don't think so... why?
"...Think you'd like to come in tomorrow?"

Son of a bitch. Second dick move.

Needless to say, I decline and get back to work, because there's another fifteen customers coming my way.

Now for the really shitty part: the other cashier? Wasn't doing SHIT. Whenever I actually saw her running her register, she was taking one or two customers, while I was left to deal with the other thirteen. Worst of all were the times she WASN'T there (most of the time), when I still had to deal with the incessant lines. At about 7:30, when my shift is half-over, I finally catch up to the wretched line and happily jump at my supervisor's advice to take my 15-minute break. When that's over, I'm back at my register, and everything is still calm.

Wait another three minutes, and there's the line again, with no help from the other cashier.

And all of that isn't even taking the irrational customers into account.

For instance, there was this one lady who had at least fifteen plants in her cart, and when she gave them to me so that I could scan them, she just left them there on my counter, allowing me no room to move or put anything. Finally, one of the other people in her party gain enough sense to move the damn things out of my way.

Then there was a man and his wife, buying crap that they thought were on sale (I think they probably were, too), but the deal wasn't showing up on my register. So the guy goes ballistic and pretty much tells me where to stick it. But he has more items that he needs checked out, so I move on to the next item on the list. Mistake on my part because I was already frazzled and ready to snap: I forgot to void the rest of the crap out. So the guy pretty much explodes when I tell him the new total, so I walk away and ask the supervisor how to void all. She tells me, I void, and I find only the wife at the counter, because the man had gone to check prices. More likely is that he decided to go smoke some weed, because when he got back, he was much much calmer than before. I ring all the items again and get them out of my line, apologizing the whole way through.

So, after almost four hours of this, my supervisor finally calls the chick over to do something and allows me to do some returns. I finish the first cart-full of returns, and when I get back to the front of the store, there's only three or four customers in her line. That was a bitch to see. Here I am, trying to do fifteen things at once, and then she comes and finally does something, and she has it all easy! After I get almost done with the second cart of returns, I get called back to my register, and it starts all over again. Fifteen minutes of line passes and I get back to my returns, and after I'm done with them, I am told to go bring the carts back from outside, where all the stupid douches leave them. I do this, and by the time I'm done, it's time to close. I couldn't have been more relieved as I closed out the register.

And for all the bitching I did, I do have to say that I felt rather satisfied to find the huge stack of bills in the register (even though I know I'm only making about 1/20 of that back in my paycheck).

What a fucking adventure. I'm not closing for someone else ever again. Period.

[animus]

Okay.

My bitch starts and ends at work.

You probably don't know this (because I forgot to tell everyone - as if you cared anyway), but I've recently been employed by Kmart. I've been training on the register for the past week or so, and have been on my own for another few days. I've had a relatively easy time of it so far. Well, until today.

This story starts with a co-worker of mine asking me if I minded working for him Saturday (today) from 5-10. Being the nice guy I am, I accepted, and we made the necessary arrangements with the supervisors. So today comes along, and while I'm not completely enthused by losing a quarter of my Saturday, I'm still relatively okay with everything. I walk in, meet with the supervisors, who again clear everything, and I clock in. I swear, as soon as I turned on my register's light, people just frickin' FLOCKED to me like flies on shit. No lie.

At this point, my attitude's kind of spiraling down, but I still try to keep my spirits up and hope dearly that the day ends swiftly, and that after this round of customers, I could relax for a bit.

Clearly, I was wrong as all hell.

Okay, so I've covered my part of the bitch, but that still leaves the guy who asked me in and the girl who's working as the only other cashier tonight.

I'll start with the guy I switched with; I come in, and he's in the store, because he didn't expect me to show. That's the first dick move. After I get settled with the first round of customers, he comes up to me and asks if I worked tomorrow. Conversation went as follows:

"Hey, you working tomorrow?"
"No, I don't think so... why?
"...Think you'd like to come in tomorrow?"

Son of a bitch. Second dick move.

Needless to say, I decline and get back to work, because there's another fifteen customers coming my way.

Now for the really shitty part: the other cashier? Wasn't doing SHIT. Whenever I actually saw her running her register, she was taking one or two customers, while I was left to deal with the other thirteen. Worst of all were the times she WASN'T there (most of the time), when I still had to deal with the incessant lines. At about 7:30, when my shift is half-over, I finally catch up to the wretched line and happily jump at my supervisor's advice to take my 15-minute break. When that's over, I'm back at my register, and everything is still calm.

Wait another three minutes, and there's the line again, with no help from the other cashier.

And all of that isn't even taking the irrational customers into account.

For instance, there was this one lady who had at least fifteen plants in her cart, and when she gave them to me so that I could scan them, she just left them there on my counter, allowing me no room to move or put anything. Finally, one of the other people in her party gain enough sense to move the damn things out of my way.

Then there was a man and his wife, buying crap that they thought were on sale (I think they probably were, too), but the deal wasn't showing up on my register. So the guy goes ballistic and pretty much tells me where to stick it. But he has more items that he needs checked out, so I move on to the next item on the list. Mistake on my part because I was already frazzled and ready to snap: I forgot to void the rest of the crap out. So the guy pretty much explodes when I tell him the new total, so I walk away and ask the supervisor how to void all. She tells me, I void, and I find only the wife at the counter, because the man had gone to check prices. More likely is that he decided to go smoke some weed, because when he got back, he was much much calmer than before. I ring all the items again and get them out of my line, apologizing the whole way through.

So, after almost four hours of this, my supervisor finally calls the chick over to do something and allows me to do some returns. I finish the first cart-full of returns, and when I get back to the front of the store, there's only three or four customers in her line. That was a bitch to see. Here I am, trying to do fifteen things at once, and then she comes and finally does something, and she has it all easy! After I get almost done with the second cart of returns, I get called back to my register, and it starts all over again. Fifteen minutes of line passes and I get back to my returns, and after I'm done with them, I am told to go bring the carts back from outside, where all the stupid douches leave them. I do this, and by the time I'm done, it's time to close. I couldn't have been more relieved as I closed out the register.

And for all the bitching I did, I do have to say that I felt rather satisfied to find the huge stack of bills in the register (even though I know I'm only making about 1/20 of that back in my paycheck).

What a fucking adventure. I'm not closing for someone else ever again. Period.

Oh the joys of working register. How I don't miss those days.