and while I'm in a ranting mood. . .Follow

So you're another lazy fUck-wit who can't be ***** learning to speak Fax?

As I said to an annoying co-worker last week: "Scrrrrbeeeeeeeeeescrrrrrrrtshhhhhhhscrrrrrrrrbeeeeeep"

The fact that my whole country knows more about what Paris Hilton wore yesterday and can map Britney Spears' busted cooch, but cannot find any of the countries we bomb on the map.

I hate that hard work and knowledgability take a back seat to your skills as a rim jobber to your boss in most places.

Emo.

The fact that E!, MTV, VH1, and Britney Spears are the collective ****** eating our nations youth.

OOT.

Microsoft.

Alanis Morissette

but most of all.. hermetically sealed plastic.

Edited, Feb 11th 2007 7:56pm by Lefein

Is this before, after, or in the middle of pissing on everything?

Seconding this one. I order directly off the menu specifically because I don't want to be one of those asshat's who spends 5 minutes ordering a sandwhich at the deli. I figure out which item on the menu all by itself and with no alterations I would like to consume and then I order it. But it seems like every deli counter worker is trained to go through the list of ingredients and ask if you want this, or don't want that, etc...

Kinda defeats the purpose of having menu selections, doesn't it? What's worse is when I simply say "Put whatever ordinarily comes on the sandwhich and nothing else", they get confused and start their list over again. Sigh...


The driving speed thing bugs me as well. I've come to the conclusion that an alarmingly high percentage of people on the road simply match speeds with whatever/whomever happens to be next to them. If they find themselves on a one lane road though, they get kinda confused and slow down waiting for someone to get next to them so they can match speeds. If they drive fast then no one will try to pass and they'll remain confused. By driving slow it ensures that someone will try to pass them, giving them the comfort of having a car next to them that they can drive next to. Stupid. But it's the only explanation I can figure out.

I've also determined that there's some sort of universal force, somewhat like gravity that affects this whole speed matching thing. The larger the vehicle, the stronger the force and the more likely that one of these drivers will latch on to them instead of another vehicle. If you regularly drive on large multi-lane highways, you'll notice that there's always a huge cluster of passenger cars clumped, like satelites, in orbit around large semi-trucks. Of course this cluster itself just adds to the total mass, increasing the problem until it blocks all the lanes with a ton of slow moving cars.


Bizaare but true!

Yep.

And Portsmouth. It doesn't have a Twin Town but it has a suicide pact with Portland

I love you. I care about you.

Figures, I knew there was someone else.

****** over.

National Do Not Call Registry. It works.

https://www.donotcall.gov/default.aspx



I moved Subway ---> Quiznos too. But now I've moved Quiznos ----> Jimmy Johns.

Awesome fresh French bread + no /tell at all on toppings.

http://www.jimmyjohns.com/

Edited, Feb 12th 2007 9:01pm by MonxDoT

Haven't been there since my college days. They were the only place still delivering at 2:00am.

The thing I miss about living back east is Blimpie. When I first moved here to Portland, there were a number of Blimpie sub shops in the area, but they were woefully mismanaged. I can say this with some authority, as I worked at a Blimpie back in Grand Rapids in my late teens and know how they're supposed to be run. The developer would put them in places where they weren't going to see a lot of traffic, staff them with poorly trained people, and the result was just a nightmare.

One time I went into the one downtown, and there were two people behind the counter and a huge line waiting to be served. One of the people behind the counter wasn't in uniform, and it eventually became obvious she was preparing food for herself. The other kid was moving glacially slow serving everyone. While Mr. Ambrya waited in line, I went to the restroom--where there was no toilet paper, no paper towels, no toilet seat covers, and no handsoap.

When I got back from the restroom, the girl in civvie clothes had finished making her own food and left. My husband ordered a BLT, and apparently the kid serving us had never been introduced to the notion that there are specs for the sandwiches, for instance, you are supposed to weigh out a certain amount of bacon for a BLT. Instead, he grabbed a heaping handful of bacon that would have made three or four sandwiches and asked us, "Does this look like enough?" Wondering what the managers food cost projections must look like, I told him how much bacon is supposed to go on a BLT (I still remembered the correct weight) and vowed that would be our last visit to that particular store. Unfortunately, none of the others around the area were any better.

I emailed the customer service on their website and it got forwarded to their regional developer and store manager, and I made it clear that I had once worked in a Blimpie and explained our experience and told them I knew full well that I knew this was not how Blimpie stores were supposed to be run. Instead of doing anything about it, the manager instead replied with a email full of defensive excuse making and basically made it out as though I was just being hypercritical and trying to start some sort of weird competition between "east" Blimpie stores and "west" Blimpie stores.

Now they're all gone from the Portland area. Oh well, I tried. I should have tried to offer my services as a consultant to the developer or something and made some money off his disaster of a market.

I agree with JD about people walking in a group in a single line, and not giving you room to pass; they think you should stand out of there way, and then they get pissy with you when you shoulder check them...what the f%@$, move over just a little, show a little courtesy, and you wont get hurt...

Pharmaceutical company advertsiements for the most ridiculous drugs. Toe nail fungus, erectile disfunction, sleep deprivation ... They are the most annoying, pretentious, non-stop, aggravation. I can't stand them and have to hit the mute button. Those fucking people in those ads! I almost want to slap them or train some government regulation ban on their asses. And that includes Abraham Lincoln and his little beaver friend too!

Edited, Feb 13th 2007 3:02am by MonxDoT

I have only a small list to share, but a small story for each.

*Inconsiderate stupid people
So, last week I went to Virgin Megastore to buy Infinity on High, like usual, the place has quite a crowd hanging out inside. I hunt down the CD, it takes me no more than a minute to find it, thanks to the store being well organized and my having (un)common sense. I start thinking to myself "I wonder if I can find something else interesting here," as if the store was otherwise going to empty or something... So, I start perusing the isles, hopping between sides, scanning rack to rack, then I the awfullest voice. Singing, at that! Being a bit of a *********, I go to see what could possibly have possessed that person to think anyone wanted to hear them sing, and even try to stop them. So, as I turn I corner, I see my target - flailing her limbs aimlessly, shaking her bottom side, bumping into people as they try to pass. Immediately I knew this would be a wasted effort, but I, for the time being, was feeling up to it. I walked up to her and said "excuse, me-" but before I could finish my sentence, taking off her headphones, the little gremlin turned to me, sneered, and yelled "WUT!?" Well, ex-f***ing-cuse me for ruining her parade. I kindly asked her to shut the dirty, plaque infested maw she called her mouth. She gives me a "pfft," shrugs me off and continues dancing... Saying I felt insulted by her would be an extreme understatement but I really had no motivation to pursue an argument. After I bought my CD, I make a banana and split (zinger!), making sure to avoid her, much like the plague, sharp objects, or that mac' n' cheese my brother claims he'll eat one of these days, and on my way out the door, an employee asks me "is that your sister?" We're of the same race, so, I figured he saw me talking to her and put one and one together. Still sucks be associated with wierdos.

*Stupid people
Short story. I walk into Subway, as I enter, one of the two employees behind the counter walks into the back room. So, the remaining gentleman, having no choice, asks me what I'd like to order, I simply reply "the daily special." He doesn't say anything, he continues to work his gloves to prefections, then stops suddenly with a puzzled look on his face. A few seconds later, he asks me what day it is. I forget the day all the time, so I think nothing of it and tell him what day we're in. Heres the rest of the conversation, as best I can remember:

Steve(gave him a cool name): Toasted?
Me: No.
Steve: Sure?
Me: (-the f*ck?) Yeah, no toasting.
Steve: Okay, any toppings?
Me: Lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and pickles, please.
*Steve's brain overloads*
*Places a number of tomatoes and some lettuce on my sammich.*
Steve:Anything else for you?
Me: (???) Cucumbers and pickles, please. <.<
*places a few pickles on my sandwich*
Steve: ...Green peppers?
Me: Um, no thanks. Just some cucumbers and honey mustard. (usually, I'll ask for the mustard and after everything else is set, but he was taking too much time)
*Stevey-boy squirts me some honey mustard*
Steve(has the gall to say): Is that it for you today?
Me: Yes, thank you. -.-

He had to have been doing it on purpose, but I didn't really care. I don't eat there enough to pull myself to complain to anyone... aside from the internet.