I'm starting a vent of the day thread

To the new associate in my department: I realize that you have been practicing longer than a lot of us, but things were working fine before you started here. There is no need to change everything. No judge has ever complained about the paperwork we file, so I see no need for you to circulate a bunch of new procedures.

The point is to BLEND in with the firm, not try to change everything so that it is a carbon copy of the firm you just left. We really like you, but this movement toward changing everything to the way you used to do it is annoying.
 
Don't talk to me. You are depressing and have smoker's breath. You are annoying and spread vicious rumours to other parents.
GO AWAY.........


:crazy: :crazy:

Oh man, I feel great now...............
 
This thread is kind of fun. :)

To the older members of my family:

While I really do appreciate all of you helping with the baby -- although the thing is called a DIAPER GENIE - it doesn't really have magical powers. When it gets filled up, a human has to empty it. Piling dirty diapers on the lid rather defeats the purpose.

And to the youngest member of my family:

I love you more than life itself. But you're 5 months old already! Can we PLEASE occassionaly sleep for more than 3 hours at a time. Please????
 
To my best friend, my brother in law, and the girls at work - don't say you understand how frustrating it is to try for a baby. You don't. Don't ask me questions that you only pretend to hear the answer to.

Likewise, to people who "are trying" or "having trouble", please don't go around telling me and the whole world about this. What you are doing really is talking about your sex life to everyone, and thats just so unclassy, especially in a workplace!!

Keep your "trying issues" between you and your spouse, please! I don't care if you are frustrated, its STILL a PRIVATE issue that should STAY private!
 

Originally posted by TIdoublegaER
To my SIL and BIL:

When will you finally figure out that you are living beyond your means?

Oh my. I wonder if these people know my friend. You even had the vacation issues that I had. Well at least she (my friend) hasn't had any kids... yet.
 
The worst part is we haven't even gone on the vacation yet! Is it sad to say that I am dreading a trip to WDW?! Well, I'm trying to be positive ~ WDW is a *magical* place.

OH, I sure hope they don't get pregnant again! That happened to my sister while at WDW!:o
 
Oh Man! How could Becky Hammon hurt her knee so badly in 12 seconds of the game tonight. Makes a rebound, starts down the court and and bang! probably a torn ACL which means she'll be out the rest of the season. And she was shining so bright this season! Dang! I can't believe Hunter won't be able to watch her play ball Tuesday night on TV. She has listened to every game on the computer faithfully and now this! Bummer. She cried as she went to sleep tonight...such bad luck so early in the season.
 
To the people who made my life a little difficult this week: :p

To a person on a different website: he's a jerk. He's dumped you twice. He said your miscarriage was a GOOD thing - after not believing that the baby is his. He hit your son. He makes you feel bad about yourself. He controls your money. He changed the locks!! Please, please, please, listen to the advice of others - he's not good for you. Go through with the divorce! Oh, and move out of your parents' house, stop flirting with other guys, and focus on you and your son for a while.

To Gateway: please don't act shocked that I expect you to pay for my hard drive restoration. I specifically told YOUR tech person that I didn't want to do anything risky until I got my files off the drive. If she and a case manager said it was no risk, yet the files are gone, yes, I'm going to expect you to fix that mistake. By paying a competant company to fix it, since your tech support is clearly incompetant. Oh, and you'll be replacing my computer next, once I finish the restoration. And don't tell me I should update my operating system, you arrogant jerk.
 
To my dear teenage children. When I ask you to check the clothing in the dryer, it does not mean turn it on for another 70 minutes. Your father and I are developing complexes thinking we are gaining lots of weight. I no longer fit in most of my shrunken jeans, and just now a zipper that was slowly going up less and less with each drying just broke. I am not a happy camper to say the least.
 
Dear "adults" that I work with,

Please grow up, you are 40 and 50 years old. I am not sure how many times I can tell you that crying because I correct a letter or offer advice contrary to your opinion is just not acceptable. If I wanted to work with cryers, I would have sought out work where it was more age appropriate, like kindergarten teacher. Oh, yeah, and can you actually read things before you submit them to me?? And, please for the love of GOD, if you turn one more file in to me for review that has chocolate (at least I hope its chocolate) smeared all over it, I will explode!!! Please also try to make contact with conversing, sit still and TAKE NOTES!! I am here to help you, not be your babysitter!!!! I'm starting to wonder about the college degree you put on your resume!

To the Loud mouth in the Cube next to me:

I do not care to hear every detail of your family life, including the visits from DSS during your adoption process. Keep your voice down when you are on the phone and we can avoid this! We sit in cubes, not sound proof rooms! It is wonderful that you have adopted a child whose birth mother could not care for him, but I do not need to know every detail. Also, when you go to the gym at lunch, can you NOT return to your cube and hang up your wet, moldy smelling towel and washcloth. I can not even bare the visual of where those items have been.....not to mention that this is an office, not a lockeroom.

To the same Loud Mouth,

I am a reasonably intelligent 31 yo woman who has been married 9 years....I can figure out how to get pregnant on my own...you do not need to pry and ask if I am ever having kids, and let me know that my eggs will start dying at 35. Thanks! Cause I couldnt hear my own clock ticking I needed you too!! That goes for the rest of you as well.....no there is nothing wrong with me, yes I know how to "do it"; yes, I "know I am over 30" and yes, I will have kids when my husband and I want to, not just because YOU think its a bright idea!!!

Okay.....this feels good!!!
 
HA! I just found this thread.

I must vent...

To the people who live across from me. Please keep your dog in the FENCED in area of your yard. He does his business in my yard and on my front path. But you know that. I've told you several times. Finally the dog warden told you, but that doesn't seem to matter. I know you think a raccoon or a deer is doing it, but I've seen it come out of your dog's butt, so I know it's his! I know you moved out to the country to "get away from people like me" (your words) but honestly, I moved out of the suburbs to get away from people like you!! Please take care of your animal...it's NOT nice to leave him outside while you are gone all day. It's 90 some degrees out. I know he's old and got lesions on his skin and probably is incontinent in your house, but take care of him for crying out loud!!

Same goes for your children. Please have them respect our property! After all, you have 2 acres...MUST they hit baseballs into my yard just missing our cars?? MUST they ride their bikes in our driveway and wobble around nearly crashing into our cars? When I asked your 5 yr old son to ride in his own driveway he stuck his tounge out at me! Seems like you're training him to be just like you! Oh, and by the way....you might want to tell that same 5 yr old boy that it is NOT nice to kick the above mentioned old, lesion covered dog. He does it everytime he walks by the poor thing.

Ahhh....catharsis! Thanks!
 
My vent of the day is directed at my next door neighbor who apparently is cleaning out her garage.

We live in a townhouse development and we are not to put out our garbage until Sunday evening for Monday morning pickup. Additionally, it must all be bagged or in the garbage bins. Beginning this morning she has piled a mountain of trash out where the garbage cans go. It looks like a trash heap. The garbage men are not going to pick it up and there isn't going to be room for our bins when it is time for us to put them out.

I'm sure the homeowners who are having open houses this weekend love having that visual for prospective buyers. :rolleyes:
 
I've gotta vent at DH again! Sorry, guys, if you are the type to be insulted by husband vents, hit the back button now! :p

Dear, dear husband. Why are you incapable of packing a bag for yourself? Why is it my responsibility that YOU need new underwear to vacation with? Is this some sort of unwritten rule that I am unaware of? Your underwear appears to be in good shape. In any case, do you think you could get off your duff and start deciding what clothes you want to bring? Because come 3:30 am, I'm headed out the door, with or without you!
 
To all the peole I have run across in the past few days since school got out....NO.......A TEACHER DOES NOT HAVE ALL SUMMER OFF!

So don't say, oh it must be so nice to be a teacher and have all summer off.

Many teachers take courses in the summer to learn new curriculum so we beocme more informed teachers.
 
Just found this--gotta vent

Dear MIL

Please remember that besides your trashy, loser, horrible daughter you also, miraculously, gave birth to a wonderful, hard working, sensitive boy, who is now a teriffic Dad! Instead of running to your daughter's house to babysit everytime she lies about needing to go to the Emergency Room, or needing to work or whatever the lier is thinking of that day, why don't you just call over to us to even say HI? We never ask anything from you, we visit YOU every time we get a chance. But it is never reciprocated. Your daughter lives off the system, she conives for welfare, childcare, preschool, child support etc and yet has money to pay for internet, weekends at the bars, driving to Timbuctu to meet the new loser of the week. Her children are doomed. Her life is a mess and all you do is ENABLE her to be the retched person that she is.

In the mean time your son, who I have known for over 15 years since we were just kids, has worked EVERY one of those 15 years except for the few vacations we have had. We know you love us, we know you love our girls...but sometimes it would be nice for you to SHOW that, especially to your son. He feels cheated, he did everything right (not EASY, just RIGHT!), and only gets ignored as a result. Praise him, congratulate him for his wonderful accomplishments. He doesn't want anything but that!

Whew, that does feel better!
 
Ok my turn.

To all of the young college/high school kids I work with... Don't complain to me anymore about how you don't have enough hours. Every time I ask you to work a shift for me you say you are busy. PLEASE somebody work for me so I can have a couple days off! Supervisors....I NEED A BREAK! Doesn't anybody care that I am on the edge of a mental breakdown? If I end up in a straight jacket you will have to work even more short than you already are!

To my apartment.... Can't you just magically clean yourself just once? I don't have the energy to do it and looking at this mess just makes me even more tired.
 
To my MIL, get a life. Quit wondering what the neighbors are doing, leave your decent 28 year old daughter alone...she is an adult and can make her own decisions. Quit comparing my oldest daughter to the dysfunctional child you are raising. Everytime I try to tell you something good my dd has done, you try to one up me and trust me there is no comparison. Makes me extremely aggravated and some day I'm going to tell you that. It's not our fault you have a 33 year old idiot for a daughter and I tried to tell all of you at the time that this baby (now almost 7) should have been put up for adoption and you and FIL looked at me like I had three heads. Now, he committed suicide 3 years ago and you are stuck with this mess. I am sorry, but you all should have gotten this straightened out from day one. Now, the child and you are paying for it. If you are not yelling at her, you are giving into her. She has so many issues at the age of 7 that I would not even know where to begin to straighten them out. I need to distance myself from all of you for awhile as it is really getting on my nerves and affecting me.

There, that feels better.
 
To my neighbors:
Quit trying to run a "kennel". Your darn dogs are howling and barking and waking us up at 5am. Every day. Even on the weekends. When are you going to spend time "training" them?
Do you even spend time with them? Do you even take them out for a walk? How come you've got time to spend at gosh knows how many soccer leagues and church-but can't spend time taking care of your dogs? I can't even water my yard and take out my trash without them barking at the top of their lungs. And no telling how your side of the fence is scratched up from them going to town. What's going to happen when WE have to replace it?

To my other neighbors:
I can not appreciate the fact that your large, single dog is digging holes underneath my fence. You've made it obvious that filling in the holes with the grass I grew that it's NOT a priority. And again, I wonder how YOUR side of OUR community fence looks with your dog scratching it, as well?

Who ever heard of a thing as responsible pet ownership? I guess not in Round Rock, TX!

Thank you for this post.
 
To the young woman at the "check yourself out" counter:

I only asked you to bring up my receipt for me while I was half way through checking out to make sure that I paid for ALL the cans of cat food I scanned. I wanted to make sure if I had 12 cans in my bag, I paid for 12 cans. I didn't realize that asking you to do such a thing was going to cause your eyes to involuntarily roll to the back of your head, nor did I realize my voice would cause your ears so much pain that your face would spasm into that ugly contortion and your body would jerk into something that looked like a hissy fit. I'm truly sorry. From now on, if I'm concerned that I only scanned 11 cans of cat food instead of 12, but had 12 in my bag, I'll go get the management. I'll tell them that I didn't want to rip off the store, but I also didn't want to intefere any further in your love life with the bag boy who was on break. I'm sure management will be glad to help us both and we'll both have a better day. :p

To Sam, my cat:

Good grief!!!! SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! I know you don't like the cat food that we had, so here's some new stuff. Sheesh! :p
 
Just found this thread
To the people that come thru the drive-thru window where I work. please, please GET OFF THE CELL PHONE.
Im trying to do my job. I have to ask if you want anything with your meal. I need to give you a total. I am not a moron because I work fast food. Please try to have most of your money ready. Please do not ask to hold while you are at the speaker so you can finish a conversation. The people behind you dont care that you are on the phone, they only now they are waiting and assume it is OUR fault.
Please ask the person you are on the phone with to hold/ Our transaaction shouldnt take more than 1 minute.
How would you like it, if I came to your place of business and sat on your desk and taked on the phone.???
Also if you smkoe, please have the courtsey to put the cig. in the ashtray while we are doing business.
 

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