Effboys

Tell you what else I need to let off steam about; those "I'll go to the effort of driving you to another town to a fancy restaurant then never talk to you again' men. Yeah, if I knew this was going nowhere I'd have brought myself dessert. If you think you have any chance of someone putting out for a (self-paid) main with no pudding course then at last I know you aren't also sleeping with any of my friends, as fuck that. No cheesecake = no sex without fail in my inner circle (no pun intended).

***edit to add that I re-read much later and I realise that there is no pun in that last line and I was just drunk when I wrote this. But did I still text him? Fuck yeah. Did I regret that? Fuck yeah. Do I wish I could hate men as much as I want to. Fuck yeah. ***

Table Manners

Have I written about table manners on here before? Most likely...But today I literally watched someone eat a cupcake in two mouthfuls so; here we go again. Oh my fucking God. Some people should not be allowed to eat in public.

I mean are we not all taught how to eat? Is that not one of the first things we learn? I mean, I'm scared that this person never progressed to potty training! She eats open mouthed "chewing" as much as she can fit in (and it's not the person I've critiqued on here before for similar behaviour so it's not just a grudge I have, although I do hate that person with a passion). 1/3 of it ended up on the floor.

I swear to God. Fuck swear boxes we need to introduce 'I could hear you chew from 4 miles away' boxes. We could end world poverty in a fucking week. Or at least in my office we could.

While I'm at it...

...I'm going to be controversial here and say: I hate seeing/hearing about fat people gorge/ing theselves. It just makes me so mad. The largest person where I work spends half her time shouting loudly that she spends 32 hours a day in the gym, then dispenses such diet tip gems as "Your should top your muller light with haribo as they're not many points". They may not be many points but you've missed every fecking on of them, hen.

Leggings

Have I ever written about leggings on here? If so don't care; I'm going to again. Fucking leggings are not a stand alone bottom. I don't want to see people's underwear (and in some cases cellulite - I shit you not (-_-).  ) through your "trousers"! Save it for the beach, not England in Autumn! Are these people not cold?! Can they not feel the draft?!

COVER YOUR BUTTS, PEOPLE.

Worst case scenario

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!

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.

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)