Showing posts with label How to Annoy Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How to Annoy Me. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Some things you have to be older to understand

Dear Grandpa,

I understand now why crows in the hedge across from your condo were the bane of your existence.  How they occupied many of your waking thoughts, from spending your walks collecting the perfect pea-sized pebbles to waking up early to shoot them with your sling shot.

I get it now.

Love always,

Samantha

Thursday, April 30, 2020

For the love.

Oh for the love, would some lady mockingbird PLEASE take that guy home.

He has been singing at the top of his little lungs like a california car alarm after an earthquake.

*sigh*

Friday, February 24, 2017

burlap sack moment

Fellow airport traveler, you weren't stinky until you sprayed yourself.

Sunday, November 03, 2013

Moving 101 rant

Okay, *every* single place I have ever moved out of, I've left a full roll of toilet paper for the next person moving in. You are *always* going to need it, and there is nothing worse than having to tear through and unpack everything you own *just* so you can go pee...

Now all of that being said, I have yet to move into a place with toilet paper... like ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

Luckily I have packed around emergency pee paper since I can't even remember when, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with camping with my Dad combined with adventures with Mrs. Batman with an 'e'.

*exhales*

I would therefor like it noted *ahem* My Kim that while I have no idea how long I've been carrying this little zippy bag around for, it finally came in handy, and it was totally worth every second ;)

Sunday, December 09, 2012

Slowly. Going. Crazy. Am. I.


I recently had an unfortunate encounter with a website, actually it was with the phone system... but it started with the website. As far as I'm concerned, this should be valid grounds for taking the person responsible out back and beating them to death with a wet noodle, or possibly a dry sock... the sock would take longer.

1) First I read through most of the website
2) Enough of it to get thoroughly confused and admit that I was lost
3) I then admitted defeat, and located the contact phone number... being careful to select the "General Information" line rather than the "Emergency" I also wrote down the office hours.
4) I then woke up early to call during said office hours... Painstakingly listening carefully and following the prompts that best suited my particular situation... only to end up with an automated message that said "for more information, please go to http://..."

I understand where the rage of a thousand suns is born

My first question, is why bother listing a phone number... and secondly why the #$%^! did you bother posting office hours if the entire @$&*% thing is automated?!?!?!

Seriously.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Modern day torture

Dental Hygienists, please review the following video from the BBC for pointers which is presented as a thinly veiled criticism.


(skip to 1:38 if you're pressed for time)

Now overall the cleaning itself was a lot better than last times ordeal, however there are a few points I would like to make perfectly clear in case you missed them.

Don't be all friendly and ask me personal questions, if you want to do that then become a hairdresser.  I can't answer anything coherently with your instruments of torture in my mouth.

I'd also like to point out that when I attempt to answer, you stop what you're doing... Now call me crazy, but I don't want to prolong this any more than necessary, so lets just skip the idle chit-chat and get this over with.

If you feel the need for conversation by all means tell me about yourself, but I'm not particularly interested in what's actually happening in my mouth... I know you find it interesting, but that's why you are the hygienist.

Please, just tell me what it is that I need to be doing differently.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Burlap Sack


I recently purchased an Explorer SportRack Car Topper on kijiji that no longer fit the needs of the nice family in my neighbourhood who had a new camper.

I was pretty stoked because it's regularly $219 at Canadian Tire, and I picked it up for $100... it was also wicked because I probably only need it for this roadtrip, and all the other car top carriers are in the neighbourhood of $500, which I would rather put towards a plane ticket... or a new guitar... or maybe a couch that doesn't suck and remind me of first year University after sitting on it for an hour.

The mounting kit which consisted of 4 smooshed U bolts, 4 backing plates, and 8 screw-on nuts with pretty twisty bits... as if I didn't have my own wrench set. And they wanted $54 dollars for putting it all together in a package!!


So, being the frugal cheap bordering on repressed starving University student tendencies... I trucked 'er over to the nuts and bolts and mounting section of the store, and found this:


Which was approx $1.60, and will fit my round roofracks much more nicely. I'm sure I can find something equally cheap, or creative to cover those sticky-uppy ends with too.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Alllllmost there!

I think I'm on the cusp of awesome... the brink of brilliance... so close and yet so far away!

Teasingly tantalizing... like Scritch (the Squirrel in Ice Age), so close to the acorn he can almost *taste* it... and yet just out of reach.

That, is how programming is going today. I think I almost understand the black magic

*maniacal laugh*

Sunday, February 05, 2012

So this is what that feels like...

I held off posting this while I was at the Xena-con, and it's been so crazy this last week I hadn't even looked at it. But reading it again tonight, I still feel the need to post it... so here it is.

Last Friday, at 2:30 we were all summoned to a meeting in the training room.  There was no hint or indication as to why... shortly after everyone was settled the President began.

He told of the journey that had begun long before many of us joined the company. He told of the struggles they faced being a smaller company filling a specialized niche in our industry, and of the plateau we had reached and thus far been unable to ascend above.  He said they had been searching for a partner to back us up and allow us to spread our wings, and that with a little luck we would soar higher than we ever could have climbed.

Of course none of it was quite like that, in fact none of it was even as it first sounded...

It took four intelligent, pointed questions to determine that we are no longer working for a private family owned business... In fact this partner is not just the majority shareholder, they are now the sole shareholder and own the company we work for body, brand and soul.

If he had turned into Willy Wonka and announced that the entire training room was actually a glass elevator, and then hit the subterranean button I don't think I could have felt more like the floor had been pulled out from under me, or like my stomach was any further from my abdomen.

Judging by the rest of the room I wasn't the only one in free fall.

They didn't say that there were no plans or discussions regarding shutting down the company... it was simply presented as a "Here's how it is..." then everyone with the remotest inkling of what was going on left for our biggest most important tradeshow of the year.

In the void left by "Nothing can be confirmed or denied..." rumor and speculation escalated exponentially to fill the need to talk about what had just happened.

The one thing that was consistent across all departments was "Well you know, when a larger company takes over a smaller one like ours is the first one to go..."

The brightest glimmer of reassurance came from the Vernon Star on Monday... Yeah, that's right we had to wait all weekend for a quote from the CFO... in our tiny little local newspaper:

"We remain committed to the facility and the workforce there," he said, adding that no changes are anticipated"
That was all most of us needed to hear and it probably would have made the weekend a little less stressful. Instead many of us got the advice from friends and loved ones to dig out and polish up their resume, and get a head start on the job search.

I think the one thing, that while it doesn't surprise me... definitely disappoints me, is that the last few years many employees sucked it up and toughed it out, but to find that the raises we didn't get went towards solvency so that the company could be sold for more than a little profit sucks donkey. The fact that there is now no longer any thanks owed or any implied debt monetary or otherwise... just shattered my last remaining misplaced belief in loyalty to an employer.



The slate which has been wiped clean with the sale feels like a swift kick in the ass with a frozen boot, and for the time being has left the acrid tang of a bitten tongue in my mouth... the kind you chomp on for a week after every time you have something to eat.

All of this isn't to say they haven't been a fantastic company to work for. But while people may forget what you did, and they will usually misquote what you said. They will always remember how you made them feel.

Only time, will reveal the true intentions of our new employer, and I hope they fall closer to the awesome end on the scale of scuttlebutt and scandelosa.

I know you're not supposed to write about your work on your blog, as it may lead to dire consequences such as being fired. But I find myself in the Vancouver airport, both excited for the upcoming Xena convention and mildly concerned, that maybe the money I've spent could be more useful in the case that I come back to find that my position is... redundant, or that they have an entire team of highly trained professionals to do what I do...

Firing or not, some things just need to written about. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

24 hour tech support

Now in more flavors of useless...

Techsupport: Sam, can you please specify the password for your your website OS control panel?
Sam: umm I have it set to autofill
Translation: You shouldn't need my password to answer my question...

Techsupport: So you do not know it, correct?
Sam: I can log in, but I don't know it
Translation: I'm still not telling you my password... now, don't get distracted and think that I need it reset because that's a problem you *can* fix

Techsupport: And what password do you use?
Sam: Is there somewhere in the control panel I can look, for the version of Apache we're running on?
Translation: You really seem to be stuck on this password thing, no matter how many different ways you sneak up on this question I'm still not giving it to you.

Sam: The password is saved in my browser I don't have to type it in, ever.
Techsupport: Ok, Sam, regarding your questions on applications please kindly contact your account manager.

Sam: ok thank you :)
Translation: FOR NOTHING.
Techsupport: Is there anything else you would like me to help you with today?

Anything *else*?!?! You didn't help me with my first problem! You are smart like dump truck.

Thanks for coming out.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

My aren't we just a little ray of golden frakkin' sunshine today...

*shakes head*

It is taking every thread of discipline I posses in my body not to let my face register my thoughts, that are silently screaming "YOU'RE A FRICKEN IDIOT" mixed with disbelieving eyebrows that you are even bringing this up.

I have no idea why your computer is doing that, truth be told I don't particularly care... and I *really* don't want to spend the time it would take to chase it down and figure it out. Partly because on top of that I don't want to waste the time it will take to explain it to you.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Je ne sais what?

Dear Apple

Bonjour: Just because you say something in the lovely language of french while sacking my functioning operating system doesn't make it any more polite, besides "Au revoir" would have been more appropriate.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Blech

The word of the day yesterday was anti-motivational.

So you know how I was all excited that it "smelled like ball season"... well yesterday it "smelled like ski season", which considering we're' nearing the end of April is just completely uncalled for. Don't the weather gods know it's time for a new spring outfit? Quit trying them on, only to exchange them for your comfy winter sweatpants, already and just pick one! I dashed up to the ball field with my dinner of champions (subway), and I have to say I've never been so happy to see the MoHo.

It was fricken freezing Mr. Bigglesworth! And as I sat in the MoHo eating my dinner, it began to snow... now I love playing ball, but I was so not into it last night. By the time we'd warmed up, and then waited for the other team to get their poop in a group we'd all cooled down again.

And standing out their with my borrowed cleats and glove I felt like a little kid on the neighbours back lawn playing with a tennis ball and using a hockey stick handle for a bat... trying to hit it onto the road because it would roll further!

The tone for the game was... "E", for error. My sweatpants made for a nice drag chute, and I was too hot with my sweatshirt on, but it was too damn cold and windy to take it off... and while I know that it shouldn't matter what equipment you have, I missed a ball that I touched, that I *should* have had... hands down.

Grrrrrr.

We're just not even going to talk about my hitting... it was so bad, but the kind where people on the other team, who don't know how I usually hit, tell me it's a nice hit. Which is like winning the consolation prize, you still smile and nod and say thanks... but really you're stretching your good sportsmanship beyond it's ultimate tensile strength.

Monday, April 18, 2011

D'oh!


Uhhmmm good thing I changed out of my winter tires this weekend... yeah... awesome.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

What is it with 4am?!?!

Apparently I think better when I'm unconscious.

I'm a pretty deep sleeper, so I was already staggering into the living room as I re-gained consciousness... I was vaguely aware of standing there scratching my head trying to figure out what all the racket was, and why it was coming from the corner of the room... my hot water heater was sounding like an idling diesel truck with a bent muffler.

*blinks*

I pulled the cover off... tried to look at it with my eyes closed, then stumbled over to the wall and turned the thermostat all the way down. Silence, even relative silence is golden. I stumbled back to bed, and upon checking how much longer I had to sleep found it was 4am... you have got to be kidding me *sigh* it's gonna be a no-shower double coffee kind of day, I can tell already.

The funny part though was talking to my roommate as he was thinking he should have hauled himself out of bed, because it had occurred to him that I might have just killed all the breakers in the apartment.

I had to admit that it hadn't even occurred to me... although I'm not exactly sure how I thought of the thermostat either.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Occupational hazard

#1. The best way to get your IT problem solved is to have someone else report the problem you are having on your behalf...

Report Stooge: "So and so is having this problem, why haven't you fixed it yet?"
Me in my best peaches and cream voice: "Really? How long have they been having this problem?"
*alarm bells should be ringing* 
Report Stooge: "Uh, I think a few weeks now..."
Me: "Really?!? Well that's interesting... This is the first I've heard of it, otherwise I would have fixed it already"

You actually have to tell me what the problem is before I start working on it. It truly is amazing how that works...

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Where's my head at

I'm not exactly sure what's wrong with me, but this morning I managed to park in *front* of a fire hydrant...

I don't know if it was some spring fever, with the shining green grass and warbling birds this morning...

Maybe it was because all the good people had filled up the church parking lot, or because there was a snowbank occupying my usual overflow parking location... or maybe I was just overly excited to start the girls brunch and hot tub morning...

Whatever the case I was saved my car windows were saved by Aunt Charlene pointing out that I should maybe move my car... so this morning's church congregation was treated to me jogging outside, in my jammie pants and re-parking my car.

*shakes head* 

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Infecting your airspace

Damn kids, the carriers of disease and pestilence... running around swapping snot and drool, becoming a living Petri dish, hosting a collection of ick, infected with the same things every other kid has...

*blech* pretty disgusting actually.

What will take me a week to recover from, with my veteran white blood cells that have been heavily immersed in more mortal combat situations than you can shake a stick at... Kids will spontaneously replicate an army of foot soldiers crushing the enemy with sheer numbers piling bodies on top until the invading virus admits defeat signaling a retreat leaving the body by all available exits.

Little did you know, kids are actually evil minions of the flu.

Damn kids.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Payworks in a Burlap Sack

Dear Payworks,

While I appreciate and commend you on the flying leap you've taken into the paperless world, allowing me to view my pay stubs online... I do not need you to re-size my browser window *every* time I click something to 100% of my 19" dual monitor display.

Your site is really not that big.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

No actually

When you end almost every sentence with "Do you know what I mean?"... It's fine when you don't notice, but once you do it's enough to drive you crazy!