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Put your complaints here
I know you've got 'em. Racist family members, people leaving lights on and cabinets open (guilty), neverending laundry, whiny kids... Lay it on me.
I agree with everything that muddled said. You should listen to her. -ESDReturns
Re: Put your complaints here
would my 'why thanksgiving made me stabby' story entertain you?
I'll find it, I typed it up for someone else.
I have to run errands near Rock Center and I'm afraid it will be madness now that the tree is up. And it's cold again.
Ever since we went to MIL's for Tgiving, FH has been talking with his mouth full of food. I guess this is some sort of genetic trait? Somehow he is able to hide it until he is exposed to the motherboard again. It grosses me out.
My apt feels clutter-full lately and I know I need to throw a bunchofshit out, but I have a problem when it comes to making myself do it. I get all sentimental or I think, I might need it again some day. This is why we have a Christmas tree stand that I have used exactly once, about 5 years ago. Those things are not easy to store.
My skin itches and I have found nothing that will make it stop. I hate winter.
Yes, please.
I almost started a Tgiving thread so I could complain about my MIL, but I feel like I've done plenty of that in recent days. Although, maybe not here...
The exterior outlet of our house doesn't work, which makes me sad because I were so excited about being able to put out exterior lights for the first time.
We found some battery powered LED sculptures that we're using right now, but I'm still sad that we can't put all of our Christmas lights up this year.
I stayed at my parents' last night with DS. We sleep in the living room. First of all, my dad was up until 11 pm. Therefore DS and I were up until 11 pm.
I woke up at 1, didn't get back to sleep until after 2. My mom comes in at 5:45 and turns on the light, waking DS and I up. She found the remote and shut the light off. The only saving grace was that she picked DS up and he slept on her lap for another half an hour. I half-slept until after 6. At 6:30, I asked if she was going to shower first (every time I try to take a shower first when I stay over, no matter what time it is, someone needs in there RIGHT NOW!). Instead, she had to wake up my sister, she had to do her thing, then my mom showered at 7:00. I had 5 minutes to get ready this morning, because as soon as I tried to get ready, she needed in there, RIGHT NOW. Every time. No matter how I try to work around her schedule, it never works. I'm annoyed that she spent an hour watching TV this morning, and that she had to wake DS and I both up to do it. I guess I should have gotten up at 5:30.
I know its petty, but I'm tired and annoyed and have to work until almost 11 tonight. I just wanted a good night's sleep.
People at work keep trying to get me to do parts of the projects that are their jobs and I keep falling for it because I've only worked here for a few months. Apparently Project Managers are supposed to be a lot more hands off than I'm used to being and I'm always tempted to just do their work for them. I think it's making them try to take advantage of me.
Our rent went up again but none of the places we wanted to move to had openings in time for us to break our current lease. So now we're locked in for another year at $50 more per month and I just know the place I've been drooling over for the past few months is going to email me round about tomorrow with 1 bedroom openings for less than our current rent. We can't afford to break our lease. At this rate, I will never get a house.
Now that H and I are married my sister has decided she wants to get him Christmas presents which violates our long standing "no significant other presents" treaty that she, my H, her bf and I have had in place for years. So now I need to figure out something to get her bf... and I don't even like the guy. I don't really have the money for it either. I'm just going to get something on sale from Walmart or Target and hope he doesn't figure out how cheap it was. He's the kind that might care.
My family works or worked in education--all of us. I'm one of the least educated w/ just a Bachelor's right now. And we basically all work/worked with 'at risk'/lowest level students.
None of us are vocal about our views/politics...and we desperately try not to get into it w/ people. So, Thanksgiving, BIL has already insulted anyone who plays fantasy football (family friend/guest = that guy), told everyone w/ chronic disease he knows how they feel (because he has to take extra advil for his newest malady--apparently that makes him an expert on migraines, PBC, and cancer and all the baggage that goes w/ those) and we were still waiting for a dinner that should have been ready 2 hours previously.
BigSis and Dad were 'talking shop' about school and BIL decided to share his opinion. BIL is an 'expert' in every field he has ever thought about.
And even my hard-to-flap, silent father was gettingthat look in his eyes after 20 minutes of having our livelihood haranged and being told that everything we do is wrong (and we should just let those students who struggle--you know, 90% of our students, do crappy things/get crappy grades/etc fail outand it would fix the system. (I had tried, repeatedly, to change the subject. I had failed))
BIL believes all this because *insert made up 'facts' about where he lives that he things proves his point--and yes, he just makes up'facts' on the spot and gets butthurt when the Mr.'s response is 'I'l lahve to check that out"
The Mr. came in right when BigSis was about to loose her head. The Mr. redirected and made jokes and played a lot of the 'huh, I will ahve to check that out and read on that" (which avoided calling BIL a liar.)
But there's something to be said for the asshat-ness that leads someoneto insult the livelihood of EVERYONE in the room because his having not-quite-thought-it-through-once trumps 50+ years of combined educational experience and 1 doctorate, 2 masters, and 3 bachelor's degrees.
Both Bigsis and Dad actually thanked the Mr. for re-directing and handling it w/ levity (once BIL was out of earshot)
(and followup:
The Mr. called MIL on Saturday to check up and make sure all went well w/ the travel back for BIL ...She missed all of the above because she was in the kitchen
She opened with 'so WHAT happened on Thursday?"
Apparently BIL played the 'woe is me, even my own brother hates me. I was having this NICE conversation w/ the GB family and my brother came in and called me a liar and ruined everything--why does he have be meeeean to me?"
Yeah. I think we may not be able to have 'joint' thanksgiving again.
My sister is seriously self-absorbed and has no regard or love for family unless they're giving her something and even then she'll say it's not good enough
My boss has passive agressively expanded my job description and it's causing a lot of anxiety. I kind of got these extra tasks by default and I'm not 100 percent up to speed on them yet. She just sent me a one line email of something I missed regarding a new task and I've been stressing over the fact that I overlooked this. I'm getting stretched really thin at work
I can NOT stand doing dishes, particularly after holidays. It's not the quantity, but the large turkey pan with nasty congelled turkey grease in the botttom that has to be scrubbed
My head is burning because I'm bleaching my hair so I can dye it green and red for Christmas.
I'm festive as hell, mother***.
My job has been hell these past couple of weeks. A few months ago we got yet another government project lead (the client), and it's obvious that she's still not up to speed on the task. We've been trying our hardest to get her there, but, well, no dice. Another contractor smells blood in the water and he's been getting in her ear about how we should do things his way, blah blah blah. He's an outsider - he doesn't know that we had these conversations over a year ago as we were standing up the task, but, sure, go ahead and tell us to do what we've already done. The unmitigated gall of that man to sit there and try to school a table full of MBAs and PMPs on what a work breakdown structure is (like he invented the damn thing)...uggggghhhh. It took every ounce of willpower I had to not completely go off on him in front of the client. Wanker.
I have a feeling he's being used by our old client (the first one, who got pulled off of it for being a loose cannon) to "get back" at us. Old Client is the type that shifts blame away from himself and he's decided my team is the cause of his troubles. Did I mention he's a giant azzhole who looks down his nose at women? He called a team member of mine this morning and warned him that he plans to make a scene and call all of our work a POS on a conference call this afternoon. He just doesn't get that he's not embarrassing us - he's just making his own life that much harder.
So, yeah. I've about had it with work this week.
I'm whiney so I'll play.
The weather just got super cold/windy the the past couple of days so I am all dry and itchy. My nipples are the worst and I keep putting lotion on them. I have my Lansinoh packed away in my hospital bag and I'm afraid if I take it out to use it I'll forget to put it back.
The dogs can't decide if they want to play inside or outside today. They have perfected being annoying so I am up and down giving in to their every whim. If it gives me 5 minutes of peace it's worth it.
H has turned down OT twice last month-the only two times it had been offered. We could really use the extra money right now and it irks me that he isn't taking it. Since I stopped working (and my SDI hasn't come in yet) money has been super tight and I don't like not having the cush we are used to. H doesn't want me to go back to work after LO comes (and I don't particularly want to either) but if my tiny contribution really makes that much of a difference, I will.
I loathe this aspect of the after holidays dish cleaning too.
My complaints include a headache, which I expected because I'm on day two of placebo BCPs and not being able to pick out which engagement pictures I want printed (lame, I know).
Now I'm complaining because the bleach didn't get my hair as light as I need it to be so I can dye it. It's sort of got streaks of color or something...I like it, but it needs to be lighter. So I need to buy more bleach.
God help me, I hope not.
If he were truly a horrible, toxic person, we could/would cut him off.
But he's just willfully obnoxious. And I can't quite advocate 'cut him off' for that.
Is yours married to a girl who is young enough to violate the 1/2 your age +7 rule?
I have tomorrow off.
But I have to call into a dept. meeting at 11 because instead of just having it this afternoon, the boss wanted to wait. Ugh.
The meeting is going to be about the latest ways in which management is trying to turn my dept., with which we have nofuckingbusiness, is the enemy. They seem to want to prove that we are all lazy losers if it is the last thing they do, when in fact they should be focusing on getting better reps and better training for the existing reps so the work isn't such a nightmare to process. This place is so toxic. I applied for a job with one of our customers and I fear they'll see where I currently work and write me off based on that alone.
/rant.
lol. GBCK, your BIL is cut from the same mold as my MIL. I wonder who would win the argument if we stuck them in the same room for an hour or two.
Oh, excuse me. Discussion. I meant to say discussion.
Now I'm wondering if your BIL is my XH. Both for the 1/2 your age plus 7 thing, and for the willfull obnoxiousness.
the beebee is his first marriage, so probably not