34 days of Piss & Moan

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I started this blog 34 days ago.

In that time I have pissed and moaned about something for 33 of those days (I missed one day because I ran out of time to write one before I went on vacation). Is it weird that I can find at least one thing a day to complain about?

Anyway, during the course of the last month (+/-), I have had 41 “followers” follow. Most of them are spam since they are just trying to sell me a product or push their “get rich quick” scheme on the internet.

Thanks for nothing people. Thanks for all the love you can’t muster. I appreciate it. Just for that, I am going to Piss & Moan about YOU today…or is it the lack of you?? Are there really not more people out there that can identify or relate to my pissing and moaning? Does no one else have something to complain about?

Well, I am just gonna keep on keeping on. Eventually you’ll all see this is going to be a great place to lodge a complaint about something. You just wait and see.

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Lunchroom litter

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Why does there need to be 90 (ok, exaggeration) old magazines in the lunchroom? Why do they need to be spread out on the table like a bad potluck of 12 different kinds of spaghetti? This isn’t a dumping ground for your magazines and flyers.

Why doesn’t someone get rid of these things and just move on? Better yet, if I just tossed them would anyone mind?

#smh

Why does vacation go so fast?

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I think we all ask this question at one point. Actually, we all asked it as kids each year when school was about to start again and we just weren’t done with summer.

Well, now well into the “adulting years”, I have to ask that question at the end of each vacation, no matter whatever it was that I was doing. Obviously in most cases, I was enjoying myself and don’t want it to end.

Adulting sucks. Going back to work after vacation sucks. Actually, having a job sucks…

#happymondayaftervacation

How do stupid people live so long?

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I was on vacation this last week and went fishing off the northern reaches of Vancouver Island. There was a lot of boat travel involved, including the very large ferry boat to get to the island.

In the adventures of a ferry line, there are all sorts of people. I happened to be in line behind the biggest idiot on the boat. Let me set the scene…

We arrived at the ferry an hour before the appointed sailing time. There were already nine or so cars in the line (including said idiot directly in front of me). We killed time in the shops and grabbed some coffee and then with about 25 minutes before sailing time we headed back to our vehicle so we were ready for the loading announcement (typically they load the boat 15 minutes before sailing). The idiot in front of me had the back of his vehicle open and the bikes that were on the back of the vehicle were propped up next to the vehicle.

The first announcement to return to your vehicles came and people began loading back into their cars. Idiot? Well, he just stood there looking at his phone.

The second announcement to return to your vehicles came and, again, idiot just stood there fumbling around with his phone. Now people’s cars were starting and people were prepared to board the boat.

Cars in the line ahead are now moving and beginning to load onto the boat. Idiot, looks up, sees that cars are moving and finally begins to move. He closes the back of his vehicle, no urgency involved, then proceeds to load the first bike back onto the rack on the back of his car. The cars in the front of the line are now gone and he is holding up the entire line…and now he can’t figure out how to secure the bike. So he fumbles around trying to make it happen. He wife now jumps out of the car, puts here coffee on the top of the car, and tries to help him – only it appears she is just getting in the way rather than helping.

We sit. We can’t move. We can’t go around and neither can the cars behind us, because when you line up at the ferry line you park close enough the to car in front of you that you can’t escape. We sit some more.

Finally, the guy decides that he can’t take any more time (now at 5 minutes since the car in front of him moved) and he just throws the second bike onto the rack and jumps into the car. He wife jumps in and closes here door, only to jump back out and grab her coffee off the top of the car. They are finally moving…

Good grief…the two loading messages 10 minutes before loading were apparently not enough to get this idiot moving.

All I could do was shake my head and wonder how stupid people survive so long.

#smh

Tea party of therapy

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Let’s have a tea party!

Not one of those tea parties that you see WordPress that has a bunch of rules and lets you promote your blog. No one really goes out and looks at those blogs. Those parties are nice, but really all anyone is trying to do is get more hits and more likes on their blog. I mean, let’s be honest about it, shall we?

So, let’s do something different. At Piss and Moan, we vent about things that irritate us. We complain about stuff that isn’t right. We bitch about things we wish were different. We fantasize about the way it should be and tell the truth, rather than the way it actually is and lie to ourselves and others.

Anyway, this tea party is for you. Here is your chance to let it all out. Let go of something that you have wanted to get off your chest but don’t have a place to do so. Tell me! I’m safe, but I can’t promise I won’t Piss and Moan about your comment, or lack thereof. (You’ve been warned.)

Rules? Pffst! There are none. No topic is off limits and no limit on topics (if you have more than one, post them all!).

Now, get too it. Let it go. I promise, you’ll feel better in the morning.

The Office Coffee Maker

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The office coffee maker is kind of an important place in the office. You might even call it a “sacred” place. It is what keeps most of us functional, but it also something that keeps some of us from murdering our co-workers, or other unfortunate nearby folk. So, when etiquette isn’t followed it makes a few of us wanna “go postal” (no offense to postal employees, it was a thing in the 80s and 90s).

Anyway, we are responsible for providing our own coffee pods, since the machine is a single serve Keurig. Not a problem. I can do that. Besides, then I can get different kinds and blends, etc.

HOWEVER, what does appear to be a problem is keeping the machine full of water! Common courtesy says, “If I use the last bit of water in the reservoir, I should fill it back up,” or “The refill pitcher is low (or empty), I should fill that up for the next person.” Yeah, well, I guess I have some discourteous co-workers. Without fail, I seem to be the only person who keeps the machine and refill pitcher full of water.

I think I won’t have coffee one day just to spite them all and then I won’t fill the water anywhere. Wait…I am gonna have to weigh whether or not this is worth going to jail over…

#WTH #SMH

WordPress Reader and stats

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There is an innate problem with the WordPress Reader. That problem is that people can “Like” a blog post without ever visiting the site or reading the content.

Never mind the numbers. I am “new” and growing this thing the best I can. However, the WordPress Reader doesn’t help with that if they allow others to “Like” a post without, at the very least, requiring them to visit the actual post. An observation that I am sure other, relatively new bloggers have noticed. It is probably less noticeable if you have lots more followers.

What do you other bloggers think? Is this an issue you see or am I just talking to the wall?

Commuting Chaos

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I commute just under 90 miles every day. If that isn’t enough to drive someone nuts, according to surveys and studies, I also commute in the worst traffic in the country. Here’s the thing, it probably really doesn’t have to be.

I’ll just come right out and say it, I commute with a lot of stupid people, which is weird since a lot of them should be smart considering the whole population of Boeing, Microsoft, Amazon, and other tech industry companies in the area. Because I commute the at the same time each day, in both directions, I see the same people/cars (mostly) everyday. And, because they are doing the same thing as me each day, you would think that they would know better. Thus, they are stupid. This can be the only explanation.

Why are they stupid? Because they are the ones causing the problem. Yes, the roadway is packed with cars. Yes, the traffic moves much slower than the speed limit. BUT, when they drive stupidly and have little to no patience, they are the ones causing the problem. For example: cutting people off, not letting people merge, tailgating, driving distracted, weaving in and out of traffic trying to get ahead…etc, bashing into others, etc…You know the people. You have seen them, but hopefully you aren’t one of them.

Studies also show that when you drive with patience and courteously, traffic moves more smoothly and everyone gets to where they are going more quickly. So, let’s do that people!

PLEASE, STOP BEING STUPID.

Seriously, guys, why so slobbish?

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I am going to go out on a generalization limb here…guys are freaking slobs (moan).

I know, there is something weird about me saying that since I am one but I don’t think I am a slob and I think my wife would agree if you asked her. I pick up after myself. I put stuff away, where I found it. I clean. Maybe, I am the oddity?

Anyway, my place of employment shares a building with another organization and I can safely say that the guys in the other organization are freaking slobs. I can safely say that because my company only has three males at this location and two of them are on vacation – leaving me as the only guy in the building that doesn’t belong to the people upstairs.

That being said, guys, if you can’t aim that “waste disposal tube” at the urinal and get every drop in there – then sit the hell down! Why do guys have such a hard time with this? At work, at the ballpark, at a restaurant, in a Honeybucket, you name it and there is likely piss all over the place…the edge of the urinal, the wall, the floor…every. freaking.where. Seriously? Get a grip, and I mean that quite literally.

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So you move from one gross mess to the next. After leaving the “splash-o-rama urinal,” you turn around to wash your hands and it looks like a baby elephant just took a freaking bath in the sink. There is water everywhere and its puddled up all over the counter! #WTH  Did any water actually make it back in the sink? Good grief people! Clean up after yourselves.

Seriously, you guys are gross.

*Pictures are not from my actual building because that would be gross, and why would I make you guys put up with that too?*