You Know What Grinds My Gears? - Things that personally piss you off

Female comics. Why do they exist? They're all the same. Not a one of them is genuinely funny.
Counterpoint - Lucille Ball, and occasionally Amy Poehler when she's imitating Lucy.
You know how you'd normally read out a phone number one digit at a time in a particular rhythm?

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Not everybody does that. Example, the last four digits are 1234. Instead of saying each digit, some will say "twelve thirty-four." Why?

Or even better, read out all the numbers at once so fast, you can't understand them. Then, they get mad when you ask them to repeat.
This happened to me recently. The receptionist read my address and number back to me in the thousands. I had to repeat it, out loud, in the normal way to double check. I felt both old and retarded in that moment.
 
Fuck "barstool podcasts" and Bill Simmons especially.

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I'm realizing more and more that boomers are some of the most entitled assholes ever. It's a shame.
Talking to boomers, you say one normal thing and immediately it’s “you’re so arrogant!"

They're so unhinged and over-opinionated, they can unload on you as much as they want.

You push back even a little and suddenly you’re this arrogant person. SEE THIS IS THE PROBLEM WITH YOUR GENERATION NO RESPECT.
 
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People who still use those awful dumb filters on the faces of their pictures to give them dog ears, nose and whatever shit. Someone just punch them.
 
You know how you'd normally read out a phone number one digit at a time in a particular rhythm?

https://youtube.com/watch?v=UcfZem5Cwgw
Not everybody does that. Example, the last four digits are 1234. Instead of saying each digit, some will say "twelve thirty-four." Why?

Or even better, read out all the numbers at once so fast, you can't understand them. Then, they get mad when you ask them to repeat.
I was once on the phone while someone was giving me their address. I thought they said "four nine" so I wrote down 49. Nope, they actually said "four nines" and meant 9999. 😠
 
Adults that cant operate a phone to save their life. Im in orientation for my new job, along with 3 other guys at least 15 years older than me (this place doesnt hire young people unless they have experience) and all of them had trouble with using email and downloading their work related apps. So now im sitting with all my shit done and completed while the orientation lady has to explain how to use google play. How do these people survive in todays society, where almost everything is digital and requires a device now? I dont know if its because i was raised around technology but ffs its not like some complicated new system, phones and computers have been around decades now. Theres no reason to not learn other than being stubborn.
 
Adults that cant operate a phone to save their life. Im in orientation for my new job, along with 3 other guys at least 15 years older than me (this place doesnt hire young people unless they have experience) and all of them had trouble with using email and downloading their work related apps. So now im sitting with all my shit done and completed while the orientation lady has to explain how to use google play. How do these people survive in todays society, where almost everything is digital and requires a device now? I dont know if its because i was raised around technology but ffs its not like some complicated new system, phones and computers have been around decades now. Theres no reason to not learn other than being stubborn.
It is increasingly obvious that old people don’t know how to do a single thing except reply to chain Facebook posts. GOBBLESS.

But ask them to attach a PDF to an email and it’s like you just asked them to perform open-heart surgery. They don’t know how to forward shit. They don't know how to "MAKE THE LETTERS BIGGER."

This is why they still have landlines. The landline never asked them to attach anything.
 
Coworkers/Employees who overshare everything.

I had an employee come into work the other day, and just asked if her kid was feeling better. She says yes, then decides to explain her kid's condition which I really did not need to hear.
 
Coworkers/Employees who overshare everything.

I had an employee come into work the other day, and just asked if her kid was feeling better. She says yes, then decides to explain her kid's condition which I really did not need to hear.
Right now I'm working with this porn brained Mexican who decided I need to know every single detail of his sex life. The worst part is you can tell he's full of shit.

Corporate jobs used to weed these people out. The filter is gone. Just yesterday I'm in the break room, trying to eat my sausage and egg bagel and these women start talking about their boyfriends, one of them keeps "sticking his hand right up my butt crack" in public. I'm trying to eat and I'm imagining her "babe" rummaging around her anus for loose change.
 
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Right now I'm working with this porn brained Mexician who decided I need to every single detail of his sex life. The worst part is you can tell he's full of shit.
Pretty much. The more detail a person gives about their sex life, the less likely they actually have one.
Corporate jobs used to weed these people out. The filter is gone. Just yesterday I'm in the break room, trying to eat my sausage and egg bagel and these women start talking about their dumb boyfriends, one of them keeps "sticking his hand right up my butt crack" in public. I'm trying to eat and I'm imagining her "babe" rummaging around her anus for loose change.
What exactly did she think the other woman would say? "Oh my bf credit cards me too"?
 
What exactly did she think the other woman would say? "Oh my bf credit cards me too"?
The whole gang was going off, I don't remember what the other one said.

The real lesson is don't do weird public ass play with your shorty because she might start leaving Yelp reviews about you at work.
 
I'm reading "Journey To The West" and every chapter ends with this stupid "we have no idea what happened next. Let us read all about it in the next chapter". This shit is grinding my gears more than it should.
Maybe this works if the story is told orally or as a play, but as written word it's nonsense.

There's only been like... 3 times when "we have no knowledge of the events that followed so we will dwell on them no longer" actually happened and a subject was dropped.

Story is actually really interesting and surprisingly funny otherwise.
 
Right now I'm working with this porn brained Mexician who decided I need to every single detail of his sex life. The worst part is you can tell he's full of shit.
I had this same experience recently too to the point I requested a transfer. I have a feeling Mexican coomers will become an archetype like Jeet and Turkish coomers.

What grinds my gear is there are almost no good fish & chips shops outside of major metros in the American South
 
I had this same experience recently too to the point I requested a transfer. I have a feeling Mexican coomers will become an archetype like Jeet and Turkish coomers
You expect to deal with Dominicans in the Northeast, and Dominicans have their own flaws, but Mexicans are a different breed. It's a compliment calling them coomers, I'd say it's more like a mental disorder. AYY MAMI YOU LOOKIN GOOD TODAY.

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I've worked with three Mexicans at this fucking job and I could not tell them apart. They all follow the same protocol.
 
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But ask them to attach a PDF to an email and it’s like you just asked them to perform open-heart surgery.
That is literally all he was doing too. She simply asked us to take a picture of our I9 documentation and send it to her email. Dude started getting pissed off cause he couldnt figure out how to ATTACH A PHOTO, something thats been in email since, about it began i think. After he got that figured out, then he locked himself out of the app they use to onboard people, resulting in an hour and a half wait because another dude thought it was a great idea to come to orientation with no phone service. I would be so embarrased, its not that he couldnt even afford it either, just that he forgot. But anyways, first dude had to end up calling their IT which was unsurprisingly a jeet so that added another layer of frustration. Ended up having to wait for the phone and app stuff until tomorrow because of two fuckhead idiots that cant prepare for a job.
 
I hate helping my Luddite MIL too but goddamnit you younguns just wait until your grandpuppers have to help you upshart your .jiff files when you refuse to install the brain chip.
 
That awkward moment when I ride on the furthest end of a sidewalk and go far away from walkers to avoid freaking out pedestrians and they still rant.

By the way, I should add that in my city, we're allowed to share the sidewalk so it's common.

Edit: I just had the same thing happen to me in a known bike trail which is funnier. I moved out of the way. Dude automatically freaked out and moved in my way, then got mad...

On a known bike trail lol.
 
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It's the generation curse. Since the dawn of time you'll find complaints about the younger generation.
Detective Hart said it best.



Anyway, afternoon (for me, at least), all. Seeing as I've seen some work-related posts here:

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I've started getting back into LinkedIn. I never logged off, but I haven't been mostly arsed with it until a couple of weeks ago, and usually, when I'm browsing my Gmail app, and I see a boatload of LinkedIn posts, I just scroll right past/delete 'em.

But sod's law, today I get an email telling me 11 people have taken an interest (or whatever the fuck, same difference) in my page, and I actually did take an interest in who these people were... and I'm greeted with the attached image. This is an ongoing, occasional issue with LinkedIn's server, and I can't figure it out, 'cos fellow users sycophantically promote LinkedIn.
 
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I work at a fairly well known bar/restaurant. Like, an international reputation. I've been there for six years, so I've met a lot of people, although we're pretty tourist driven, so lots of times it's a one-and-done interaction. However, because of my personal fashion style and because of the shifts I have, I get recognised a lot when I go out.

Yesterday I went to a dinner party and we were hanging outside the restaurant having cigarettes. A car pulled up and I heard somebody yell my name and they were waving. I have no idea who they were. Mind you, this is in a town like thirty minutes away, and this was dinner with people who don't work in the service industry.

It happens when I go out to eat, People will walk up to my table, etc, or when i go to the grocery store. Which is cool, but it's like, just leave me alone and treat me like a normal person. I just want to get a carton of milk or go on a date and not have people accost me. My social anxiety is already really bad and I don't like to go out much.

It's no wonder when actors lose their shit on people.
 
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