Festivus - The airing of Grievances Thread

I thought that was a myth. Hehe. I've never been an elevator with farting people, but I have been in them with people who stink.

I've never been in one when someone did it, only right after they did and got off the elevator, apparently, because the elevator was empty save for a rancid smell that indicated poo gas.

Oh yeah, I hate that I can't find any of my tapes of the Tick. Granted, I didn't have many of them on tape, but they don't show it at all anymore where I am. I miss that cartoon

SPOON!!!!

I hate being every wonderful woman's boy-friend, and then getting the call where i'm supposed to be thrilled to hear they found a boyfriend.

stop doing that to me, womankind

<hugs Taco for all of woman-kind>

Taco is too wonderful and too cute and too funny and too intelligent for this kind of treatment!! Wise up, ladies!!


Grievence: Folks with a deep-seated sense of entitlement (that, and people who use cellphones in restaurants. Hello??? Someone would like to take your order and get on with life.)

Don't relegate yourself to the position of "shoulder to cry on" and that won't happen (unless the only attention you want is from a girl that want to play with you ).

This reminds me of part of Surely you're joking, Mr. Feynman, by Richard P. Feynman. Read it.

What really annoys me lately is the number of mothers who give their child a name they cannot spell or cannot pronounce correctly. Micheal is a name that is gaining in popularity. And many is the time I hear some mother bawling out, "Caitlin, come here this minute!", pronouncing it as 'Kate-Lynn'. Mind you, it could well be spelled that way, because the number of misspellings of the name is becoming legion.

In fact it is an Irish name, rendered as 'Kathleen' in English transliteration.

I know festivus has now come and gone and I am proud to say that I have finally overcome my father in the feats of strength contest but I do have a grievance i would like to share: Why do you people yell at me when i go through the drive thru at any fast food chains. I am truelly sorry that i do not have your menu memorized and know exactly what i want and i know you are not happy working in a shit ass environment but what is the purpose of getting all pissy with me? If I am well prepared and i give you my order 30 secs earlier do you get more commisions, do you get off of work earlier? No! So WTF?

I hate Transformers.

I used to hate Hot Wheels racetracks cause I spent every Xmas morning on my ass on the floor putting miles and miles of tracks together, and I also hated overly-indulgent relatives who bought these monstrosities for my son without taking into consideration that I am not mechanically inclined in the slightest way...


now I just hate Transformers. I hate that they twist a million thousand ways but only become one "acceptable" human or machine or whatever. I hate that the battery compartment is hidden under the most unlikely parts of the toy, and you have to grope the damn thing everywhere to find the button to make the sounds and lights come on (I paid 50 bucks for the thing, you can't include the damn batteries???). I hate the DVDs that are so thoughtfully included with each large Transformer because every single damn character SPEAKS AT THE TOP OF THEIR MECHANICAL LUNGS. I hate the stupid names of them because my son asks me where "Starscream" is and I think it's a planet or something. And I hate that they have a website where he can shop for more Transformers, watch the videos, play the games, and that his computer is right next to mine.

Oh, and I hate the packaging for Bratz dolls. The damn thing cost $10 bucks and it wasn't on sale...was it absolutely necessary to have fifty thousand wires holding it in place so that someone without ten bucks couldn't steal pieces of it from the store? Also, those odd shapes of the boxes don't wrap because the kids guess what's in them and who wants to spend five bucks for a special christmasy bag for a ten dollar toy?

Okay, I'll admit it, I hate Christmas.

Transformers..... nothing /too/ gay about it. But annoying.
Like Pokemon, or Onimusha, or Inuyasha, or Yu-Gi-Oh, or other things I cant spell that I'm expected to know about so I can converse with 'people'.

It worries me when I have to get out multiple tools to open a damn Barbie guitar.

I hate how I literally got nothing on X-mas. Granted. A freind gave me a 128mb video card (rawks), and God Himself or someone looking out for me gave me a JOB.

Please say it isn't so

Please tell me you are referring to the newest pieces of plastic junk and not the good ole Generation 1 where they at least had real metal in them. When Optimus Prime could whup Megatron's tin can anyday of the week and not even lose an ounce of oil over it.

I beg mercy of you.
***sobs in a pit of despair over such cruel words***

Actually, from working in a Burger King 10 years ago, I can tell you that the drive-throughs are timed. There are district expectations regarding how long each person is allowed to wait at the window. If some guy takes his sweet time, you have to get your next few orders out faster than normal to make it average out to a decent time. If your times are worst in the district, then some corporate mofo is bound to show up-- and nothing sucks more than working a crappy job for crappy wages with crappy hours than having some guy in casual business attire and a haircut stolen from Three's Company coming to put the smackdown on you for your failure to adhere to company policy.

Don't forget you have to have the orders out in under 2 minutes also. That includes waiting for people to dig through every crack in their car looking for 7 cents. JUST GET THE CHANGE AND PUT IT IN YOUR ASHTRAY!!! WHO CARES?

OH, and DO NOT ask the drive thru window person to throw your trash away inside the place for you. It is unsanitary. Drive your butt around to the parking lot AFTER you get your food and throw it away yourself in the trash can.

And no, you do not have the right to treat fast food workers like crap because you drive a nice car, have a better job, or make more money. YOu are at their mercy and if you act like a dick, then I wouldn't want to eat the food without checking it very closely.


(I worked fast food and these were my pet peeves. Although I never actually messed with someone's food, I sure wanted to!)

Haven't you people watched those shows where they show you what was caught on tape? Like the pissed off office worker peeing in her manager's coffee pot.

I hate that people don't understand my deep-seated sense of entitlement.

I hate that I am perpetually waiting. Trying to weave through pedestrian traffic. Waiting in the self check-out line at the market - if you don't know how it works, don't get in this line, it shouldn't take 15 minutes for you to ring up a bottle of prune juice and some BenGay. Waiting on people who cross the street in front of me despite my having a blazing green light. WARNING: I desperately want to run you over and some bad day, my damper mechanism won't work and you will be squashed. I'll give you a hint, just because you choose not to look in my direction, it does not make you safe from the car barreling in your direction, I suggest that you take some personal intresest in your own safety. With my 1000W stereo going, my celly conversation in full swing and a lap full of steaming Grilled Steak Soft Tacos, it's a wonder you aren't already a smudge on the brush guard of my giant SUV.

*pats Mike gently on the back* It's okay, I do mean the new plastic junk ones, and my son thinks it's a miracle that Optimus Prime was under the tree because it was the hardest one to find.

hehe, thanks

The irony is that when I went to Wal-mart here in the tradition of doing everything at the last moment humanly possible, they had tons of Transformer toys , even Prime. The strange part is that they did not have a sinlge decent tablecloth left....


Before I derail into off topic for this topic, I hate falling up the stairs. I would rather fall down the stairs, less embarrasing that way. Almost like even gravity hates you at that very moment.

Back when I worked at fast food, there was a kid who would spit in cops' burgers.

Also, you'd be surprised how annoying the order machines are. It's not like a calculator where they type in the price. Some genius decided it was a good idea to put every regular item typed out on the space of one key on a board full of keys. Any alterations or special items or coupons require navigating a sea of sub menus. Customers changing their minds after they already said they were done require the manager to void the order.

If you are vegan, vegetarian, or have an allergy to ANYTHING on the menu, eat somewhere else. I'm serious.

Do not throw coffee hot coffee at the employees when your food is late or wrong.

Do not spit on the employees when your food is late or wrong.

Do not yell and scream because you decided to eat during rush hour and there are 30 people in line and "why isn't that girl over there working when there are all these customers out here?" She's on break, dumbass. There's this thing called federal law that requires that they give her one and because turnover is so high she'd probably quit if they didn't.

Do not smoke in the restaurant, especially after making fun of the manager's haircut.

Do not make a scene.

Many of these people, the older ones especially, cannot get other jobs for whatever reasons (convictions, lack of self esteem, lack of money, lack of education, drug habit, lack of experience) and have much less to lose than you. I remember this one ex-con where I worked slit a manager's tires for being unreasonably dickheaded.

These people will remember you and your childish demands. They will remember you when they get their check for $6 an hour. They will remember you when they've quit their jobs and you've already forgotten about the incident because it's part of your daily routine to be a jackass.