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Things that frustrate us all

My apartment building's laundry room has a regular lock that you open with a regular key. But most of the time it's left unlocked anyway. The building only has six units and we're all honest and trustworthy tenants. Nobody is going to steal anyone's laundry.
Unfortunately, I wish I could say the same. Not long after I just moved in someone stole my new towels right out of the dryer. It sucked because I was kind of broke at the time, lol. .
 
I'm somewhat surprised you were able to find the part.
I've been in the car repair business now three years, and I've come to find out car manufacturers and dealers are very proprietary regarding newer vehicles and parts/specs.
Even something as simple as an oil change or a flat repair on a 2024 vehicle usually requires us to call the dealership to get the specs because they're not in the online catalog, and won't be until the end of the year.
Well, I don't think it's exactly the same, but close enough. (It's one that is used for Silverados from 2019-2024
years.)

I'll find out for sure in a week if it's good enough or not, but according to two different sources, it should be.
 
I’m on the train from Berlin to Munich.

I get up to use the restroom….

…and I get LOST trying to get back to my seat. :sigh:

Pathetic, innit? :lol:

Plus I had to wait 20 minutes for my drink. :mad:
 
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Bank sends me a data breach email. Initially I'm worried until I see it's the social security thing which everyone's been breached there. Nothing I can do about it. Already did the thing with the credit check companies.
 
The following can't possibly frustrate us all, but two minutes ago my formerly-friendly mailman chastised me for ''following him'' and being ''in the middle of the street'' when I was actually patiently waiting one hour (including 30 minutes for his break to finish) across the street in order to pick up a package at noon instead of waiting another eight hours. This package was not just for me, but my neighbor. I was only on the side of the shaded road for 10 minutes because the bench was 90 degrees hot. Go to hell, Cesar. At least you're still reliable with your lateness.
 
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The following can't possibly frustrate us all, but two minutes ago my formerly-friendly mailman chastised me for ''following him'' and being ''in the middle of the street'' when I was actually patiently waiting one hour (including 30 minutes for his break to finish) across the street in order to pick up a package at noon instead of waiting another eight hours. This package was not just for me, but my neighbor. I was only on the side of the shaded road for 10 minutes because the bench was 90 degrees hot. Go to hell, Cesar. At least you're still reliable with your lateness.
Weird. Sorry, that happened. Yeesh. And speaking of lateness, my MM did not pick up my mail for two days and I asked why, and he said he was off. Though, I wondered why there would not be a replacement, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt then it happened again a few days later. I called the PO and I am no longer having any trouble.
 
Everybody has off days.
I was a postman for a while and while there is no excuse for rudeness some days are nerve jangling.And the heat...
True. I envied his air conditioning while I was on the bench, but never called or motioned to him to end his break. Be patient and quiet, get blasted. He's always been efficient. Now he's an efficient :censored:.

Thanks to my frustration at being poop-listed, I walked back to the library, never looking back while throwing up my hands as he continued the diatribe. He MAY have had the package in his hand, so why bother reaming? Now he'll either get somebody less dependable to deliver it to my door (unless it's porch-pirated first), or do his usual 8 pm dropoff. If he flat out refuses to deliver, it's an extra trip to the PO.

It can't be the water, yet several strangers and a few people I know have gone full chastisement even when minding my business only. Et tu, Cesar salad-head? Displeaser Cesar. Cesar Desist. Cesar Teaser . Cesar Gotohell. Cesar Romoron. Little Cesar. As you can plainly see, I'm over this now.:borg:
 
we're fairly close to Sun City, which is a city that only allows people over the age of 50 (I think) to live there.
Ain't gonna play Sun City! ;)

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Displeaser Cesar. Cesar Desist. Cesar Teaser . Cesar Gotohell. Cesar Romoron. Little Cesar.
That sounds like an Art Fern movie . :lol:

"Now back to our feature film: Woody Harrelson, Woody Allen, Woody Woodpecker, Woody Herman, Herman Munster, and Dumpo the Wonder Pigeon, in Heidi Suffers an Estrogen Avalanche!"
 
"Now back to our feature film: Woody Harrelson, Woody Allen, Woody Woodpecker, Woody Herman, Herman Munster, and Dumpo the Wonder Pigeon, in Heidi Suffers an Estrogen Avalanche!"
Had I wanted a Woody, I'd simply pop in one of the color LOST IN SPACE episodes while fast-forwarding through all the tedious Smith-and-Will moments. TMI, indeed.:borg:
 
8pm dropoff though?Huh?
Just how long are his hours?
We would start at 5.30am and just keep going until you finished delivering,probably about 2pm.
Collections were for the evening shift guys.
 
Last nigh sucked. While my mom was driving to work the radio on the car died, and later after she got home and got help from a neighbor it turned out the alternator was screwed up, and that's my main way home. I don't really feel comfortable with Uber and we don't appear to have taxi's around here anymore. I also really don't feel comfortable getting a ride from strangers, but I was desperate so I asked my bosses if they knew if anyone was getting off at the same I was who could give me a ride, and they said everybody else who was there wasn't getting off for another 1.5 hours, and I really didn't want to wait that long. I talked to my mom and we decided I'd go to Target across the street and get another bike, and first they were all more money that I wanted to spend, and at first I couldn't find the price for the one I liked the most. I remembered to use the app and I found the price, but then it turned out the tires were mostly flat, so I checked my second favorite and it's were too, I ended up checking all of them and they were all half flat. Our next idea was an eletric razor scooter, but I asked one of the employees and he didn't think they were charged. So I finally just got a regular Razor scooter, but then when I went to check out, I put my debit card pin in wrong, and couldn't finish the buying it and the helmet I was getting with it. I was going to just walk the four miles, but half way through the parking lot I realized what I was screwing up with the pin and went back in the store and got them. When I started riding the scooter, I discovered that I apparently don't use the muscles that you use to balance very often, because my legs were killing the entire time. So I ended up having to stop and change legs every few minutes.
I got off work at 6:30pm and didn't end up making it home until a little before 8:30, but if we'd had the car, it would taken barely 10 minutes.
 
Went to the pharmacy to get my pills, and there were 2 people ahead of me at the drive-up window. After 10 minutes, there were STILL 2 cars ahead of me. What was taking so long? Were they counting out the pills at the window one by one? I left. Tomorrow's another day.
 
Went to the pharmacy to get my pills, and there were 2 people ahead of me at the drive-up window. After 10 minutes, there were STILL 2 cars ahead of me. What was taking so long? Were they counting out the pills at the window one by one? I left. Tomorrow's another day.
I don't use the drive up. 29 minutes is my regular wait.
 
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