Ugh. I'm just so very annoyed with myself right now. I'm living in this bizarre purgatory where no aspect of my life is good yet, aggravatingly, I can't figure out what I actually want from life.
I hate my job with a passion - but can't find a job I'd rather have.
I hate where I live - but can't think where I'd like to move to.
I hate my lack of skills - but can't decide on what I want to learn
I hate a considerable percentage of the people around me - but to be fair though I'll chalk that one up to me being a miserable arsehole.
On top of this I'm worried that I'm getting too old now to be so disjointed with my life plans; not to mention too old to come on here and grumble into the empty halls of cyberspace when I'm bored. I should have more substantial hobbies dammit.
At this point I think the best hope for me is that my whole existence is just a daydream in some cosmic rabbit's head, soon to be extinguished when hears a loud noise or smells a carrot or something. Please get distracted soon, cosmic bunny!
Monday, 21 December 2015
Monday, 25 May 2015
Subtle hint is (apparently too) subtle
I'm pretty sick of people who either completely miss or choose to ignore subtle hints, especially when you get the vibe that it is wilful ignorance rather than them just being a little dense. They push and push and just keep going until you snap and are blunt then they whine that you could have been a little gentler with the issue.No. Fuck off could I have been. You've probably had at least five opportunities to take the damn hint. If you don't take it then what choice does anyone have but to hurl it at your face.
I'm sorry, but:
If someone knows that you are interested in them and they avoid you/pretend they've not noticed you then they're not being coy - they are trying not to have to outright say 'I don't want to'.
If you tell your friend something and you're met with a sigh and silence then don't press the matter; they either don't agree or don't approve.
If you friend request someone and they decline it then guess fucking what. They don't want to be friends.
I'm not saying the truth doesn't suck. It does. But it sucks for everyone at some point and just acting like everything's going exactly how you want it to doesn't mean that it actually is. You're just making other people feel awkward and making them dread having to deal with you and your borderline delusional fantasy world again. So don't be a dick. Just be an adult and face the truth, you'll have to eventually anyway.
I'm sorry, but:
If someone knows that you are interested in them and they avoid you/pretend they've not noticed you then they're not being coy - they are trying not to have to outright say 'I don't want to'.
If you tell your friend something and you're met with a sigh and silence then don't press the matter; they either don't agree or don't approve.
If you friend request someone and they decline it then guess fucking what. They don't want to be friends.
I'm not saying the truth doesn't suck. It does. But it sucks for everyone at some point and just acting like everything's going exactly how you want it to doesn't mean that it actually is. You're just making other people feel awkward and making them dread having to deal with you and your borderline delusional fantasy world again. So don't be a dick. Just be an adult and face the truth, you'll have to eventually anyway.
Monday, 11 May 2015
Two many people who carn't spell well
I think that the only thing worse than being around people (with English as their first language) who make basic spelling/grammar mistakes is working for them.
Where I work (shockingly, for a fairly large company) people got where they are through sycophancy rather than skill, intelligence or indeed any apparent redeemable quality in some cases. I know, I know, I should just play the game too; fluff a few egos (or worse) and I could have some silly titled job myself. I could be the assistant project planner for the HR, health and safety & environment project directive planner or something. But I wouldn't be the best person for that job (mainly because even though that's a title of my own creation I have no idea what it would entail outside of planning) and jobs should go to the best person for them. Not your mate. Not whoever is willing to put out to get it. Not the nearest person to you in the room when you put up the advert. Not the first person you see who doesn't look like they'll not bite or wee on the seat.
But that's not how my workplace rolls. Oh no. So now we have managers who voted for the political party who uses their favourite colours and managers who can't use there/their/too/two/to etc. And they all lord it about, on twice my salary getting us 'plebs' to do as much of their work as they can get away with. And no-one can complain because the people you'd complain to hired them.
It's a sad old world.
(unless you kiss butt)
Where I work (shockingly, for a fairly large company) people got where they are through sycophancy rather than skill, intelligence or indeed any apparent redeemable quality in some cases. I know, I know, I should just play the game too; fluff a few egos (or worse) and I could have some silly titled job myself. I could be the assistant project planner for the HR, health and safety & environment project directive planner or something. But I wouldn't be the best person for that job (mainly because even though that's a title of my own creation I have no idea what it would entail outside of planning) and jobs should go to the best person for them. Not your mate. Not whoever is willing to put out to get it. Not the nearest person to you in the room when you put up the advert. Not the first person you see who doesn't look like they'll not bite or wee on the seat.
But that's not how my workplace rolls. Oh no. So now we have managers who voted for the political party who uses their favourite colours and managers who can't use there/their/too/two/to etc. And they all lord it about, on twice my salary getting us 'plebs' to do as much of their work as they can get away with. And no-one can complain because the people you'd complain to hired them.
It's a sad old world.
(unless you kiss butt)
Monday, 4 May 2015
Facebook fwends
Okay, so this whole rant could be fairly easily remedied by just, you know, not having a facebook, but I need to stalk a special few somehow and peeping on profile pages is more convenient than peeping through windows for all involved ;).
I guess this gripe could be stretched out over the internet as a whole. There's something about it that encourages people to assume a higher level of familiarity then they would ever even attempt to recreate in real life. There's people that I work with that I have spoken to about 3 times in the three years I've been working there who think nothing of sending friend requests on all social media platforms. I know that this happens everyday everywhere but when you step back and really look at it it's bloody weird.
A friend request says "I want to see you holiday photos". It says "I want to read what your plans are for this weekend". "I want to know what's going on with your friends/love life/ family etc". "I want to know which Disney princess that quiz says you are most like" and so on. Which is pretty weird. People I've not spoken to in years would never randomly approach me in the street and ask me what the last funny video I watched on youtube was, that'd be weird and they'd look nuts. But online it's okay to do that because...it's not in person I guess?
Maybe if we lived in a more anonymous society we'd all do this? If we had a carnival period, like Venice, and we all went around in cloaks and masks for a month maybe we'd get more people we - apparently - know shouting 'I LIKE THAT PHOTO OF YOU AS A BABY!' *thumbs up* ? To be fair if that's the alternative I'll stick with facebook (casually not noticing the virtual strangers who've friend requested me).
I guess this gripe could be stretched out over the internet as a whole. There's something about it that encourages people to assume a higher level of familiarity then they would ever even attempt to recreate in real life. There's people that I work with that I have spoken to about 3 times in the three years I've been working there who think nothing of sending friend requests on all social media platforms. I know that this happens everyday everywhere but when you step back and really look at it it's bloody weird.
A friend request says "I want to see you holiday photos". It says "I want to read what your plans are for this weekend". "I want to know what's going on with your friends/love life/ family etc". "I want to know which Disney princess that quiz says you are most like" and so on. Which is pretty weird. People I've not spoken to in years would never randomly approach me in the street and ask me what the last funny video I watched on youtube was, that'd be weird and they'd look nuts. But online it's okay to do that because...it's not in person I guess?
Maybe if we lived in a more anonymous society we'd all do this? If we had a carnival period, like Venice, and we all went around in cloaks and masks for a month maybe we'd get more people we - apparently - know shouting 'I LIKE THAT PHOTO OF YOU AS A BABY!' *thumbs up* ? To be fair if that's the alternative I'll stick with facebook (casually not noticing the virtual strangers who've friend requested me).
Sunday, 19 April 2015
But I am happy single
You may as as well tell people you are a unicorn here on a witness protection programme scheme because you saw the sugar plum fairy doing something that you dare not mention again than tell them you are happy single, as they're going to be more likely to believe it.
I have reached the, apparently tragic, level of singledom where I am now clearly single due to my own incompetence at finding men. Pretty much everyone I know trying to set me up with their friend/brother/work mate/man they stood next to at the bus stop who looks a bit desperate too. I tell them all 'oh, that's sweet but I'm honestly fine single. I like it, it means I can travel with work whenever I want to, which I prefer at the minute'. 'No, no, no. You've just got to go out, have dinner. You'll love him'. Handy hint: this sometimes means they've already told them you'll go.
I get that people mean well and are trying to help but holy crap why don't they listen? And this isn't just a few people suggesting nipping out for drinks a couple of times; I've heard the phrase 'I'd quite like you for a sister in law'. You...you can't just betroth people.
Plus, it's a bit disheartening to find you've been invited out somewhere, not for your wit, personality or any other redeeming trait but because they've got a mate who can't get laid and hey, you obviously can't either so BAM. Clearly meant to be. Sit in the corner and get on with it.
I hate dreading what awkward messages I've got on facebook now because some poor sod has been told God knows what about me and that I'll definitely date them. I don't want to. I've not got a lot going for me but I could get someone if I wanted someone. I did sit next to a very dashing man on a plane a few weeks ago. Maybe I need to big this up. 'Sorry, I fell in love with a man on a plane you see, so I'm going to stay chaste from now on until he finds me again. It's nothing against your friend/brother/work mate/man you stood next to at the bus stop who looks a bit desperate too, it's just that ya know, this is surely fate.Consider me taken...?'
Might work? Worth a shot. Failing that I'll just shout 'OH PISS OFF' whenever someone starts to talk about someone I don't already know.
I have reached the, apparently tragic, level of singledom where I am now clearly single due to my own incompetence at finding men. Pretty much everyone I know trying to set me up with their friend/brother/work mate/man they stood next to at the bus stop who looks a bit desperate too. I tell them all 'oh, that's sweet but I'm honestly fine single. I like it, it means I can travel with work whenever I want to, which I prefer at the minute'. 'No, no, no. You've just got to go out, have dinner. You'll love him'. Handy hint: this sometimes means they've already told them you'll go.
I get that people mean well and are trying to help but holy crap why don't they listen? And this isn't just a few people suggesting nipping out for drinks a couple of times; I've heard the phrase 'I'd quite like you for a sister in law'. You...you can't just betroth people.
Plus, it's a bit disheartening to find you've been invited out somewhere, not for your wit, personality or any other redeeming trait but because they've got a mate who can't get laid and hey, you obviously can't either so BAM. Clearly meant to be. Sit in the corner and get on with it.
I hate dreading what awkward messages I've got on facebook now because some poor sod has been told God knows what about me and that I'll definitely date them. I don't want to. I've not got a lot going for me but I could get someone if I wanted someone. I did sit next to a very dashing man on a plane a few weeks ago. Maybe I need to big this up. 'Sorry, I fell in love with a man on a plane you see, so I'm going to stay chaste from now on until he finds me again. It's nothing against your friend/brother/work mate/man you stood next to at the bus stop who looks a bit desperate too, it's just that ya know, this is surely fate.Consider me taken...?'
Might work? Worth a shot. Failing that I'll just shout 'OH PISS OFF' whenever someone starts to talk about someone I don't already know.
Saturday, 18 April 2015
Fools
Why are some people morons? I'm not trying to be mean with this one but honestly, I had to argue with someone who was adamant that snow does not give you frostbite. It's...it's literally in the name with that one. Do people sometimes just say incredibly stupid things to see how the world will react? They can't believe, in their heart of hearts, all of the crap that spurts from their mouths surely? Either way these people should not be the world's problem - which is why I'd like to suggest 'Idiot Isle'.
It's pretty self explanatory; just dump all of the muppets on an island together. Hardly ground breaking but it's win-win. If they are just dumb then think of the riveting conversations they'll be able to have amongst their intellectual(ly lacking) equals and if they just think it's funny then they'll find each other hilarious. And then I need never have to explain to someone wearing converse in 3 foot of snow that they may be endangering themselves again.
It's pretty self explanatory; just dump all of the muppets on an island together. Hardly ground breaking but it's win-win. If they are just dumb then think of the riveting conversations they'll be able to have amongst their intellectual(ly lacking) equals and if they just think it's funny then they'll find each other hilarious. And then I need never have to explain to someone wearing converse in 3 foot of snow that they may be endangering themselves again.
Wednesday, 11 March 2015
"Is it just me or is it really warm in here?"
I'm sorry but I think that a socially acceptable answer to the above question - when posed in the context of the workplace at least - should be:"No. No, it's not. You're just bloody fat. Do you see anyone else under a size 18 wandering around in a vest top in winter? No. No you do not. Now shut the window, switch off the air con and try not to eat a whole box of boiled sweets again today, eh?"
Thursday, 5 March 2015
Let's talk table manners...
I'm one of those people who can't stand to hear people chew. There is one person, with whom circumstance regrettably dictates I interact with regularly, who chews insanely loudly. If I were to try and liken it to something then I think the closest I could get would be a toothless hippo lazily performing fellatio. The point here being; can these people actually not hear themselves? Are they not aware that while they're just savouring their werther's original everyone in a 10 mile radius can hear their saliva frothing around like a tsunami of aggravation? If they can't then I think society owes it to these people to tell them before they get banned from all picnic areas and fancy restaurants!
Wednesday, 4 March 2015
From annoyed to pretty friggin peeved
There's a post on here from May 2010, harking back to my student days (*sob* Sadly I'm a proper grown up now*) where I rant about missing a play. Perhaps it sounds a bit petty? But what if I point out that they were really good seats in a little theatre? In a play called 'Posh', which it turns out had Kit Harington in it. I could have been inches away from Jon Snow. This will never be okay.
*Should anyone ever read this who has yet to become a proper grown up, rather than a student in some form or other then my advice is this:do. not. bother. Once the fleeting novelty of office chic and stationery cupboards has worn off it is craaaap.
*Should anyone ever read this who has yet to become a proper grown up, rather than a student in some form or other then my advice is this:do. not. bother. Once the fleeting novelty of office chic and stationery cupboards has worn off it is craaaap.
Wow...
So, yeah. It's been a while since I've posted on this. I've just been penting up all my rants and rages so if I remember I'll come here now and waffle on to cyberspace because, f*ck it, at this point in time I've nothing better to do.