Whining Thread #2

pygmalion

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I cannot stand the layout of IKEA. I haven't been able to find a way to get in and get out quickly, ever, no matter how simple my errand there is. There is always walking in circles involved. *sigh*
 
In an effort of doing Holiday Class comp entry form, my crazy printer Cannon MX 892 kept giving me an error message - Cassette Error, no paper, please load paper and press ok", god damn, there is plenty of papers on cassette, I removed paper, and put it back, turned it off and turned it back on, still the same message!!! This isn't the first time printing or scanning problem happening and it is way past return date! anyway, even it is still within return window, I don't know which model to exchange for, if you read customer reviews on google for various printers, lots of home ink jet printers have serious printing errors, many negative reviews from customers:(

Some instructors are so lucky got pro-am students work in office, so usually office printers are all faster gigantic laser printer, cost a few times more than home printers, faster, and office usually have technique support department to handle any printing problem! For the rest of us who must struggle with this printing at home, just becomes increasingly frustrating!

I just can't can't stand dealing with printing and faxing anymore! Arhhhh! hate paper registration!
 

nikkitta

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Not sure where else to post this, and it may well get deleted, but I saw this status on FB recently and it made my blood boil. Names/locations changed, but if you're local then you probably know who it is:

JerkFBposter
Dj'ing the XXX university ballroom dance competition.
  • FBuser1 and 6 others like this.
  • FBuser1 How do those Newcomers look?
  • JerkFBposter like newcomers attempting silver figures. Haha
Now, JerkFBposter is DJing the event and is an instructor at a studio in the area. How rude, unprofessional, and inappropriate is this type of comment?!? :mad:
 

DWise1

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I cannot stand the layout of IKEA. I haven't been able to find a way to get in and get out quickly, ever, no matter how simple my errand there is. There is always walking in circles involved. *sigh*
I always feel like a rat entering a maze with the hope that they haven't moved or hidden my cheese.
 
And, truth be told, I got all teary seeing the nicely furnished rooms, and the couples picking out stuff together. I do not have the life I envisioned.
I don't need glamour or giant house, just the ability to decorate and furnish to my taste would make me so happy. I've waited for that all my life and never got it.
 

DWise1

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They moved my cheese! I used to sneak into the ground floor, grab my kitchen stuff, and go. Haven't had to go to the upstairs maze in ages.
There's a management book called something like "Who Moved My Cheese!" that our CEO had required us all to read at my present job. It's mainly about being able to adapt to changing conditions. A copy machine I needed to use for medical benefits claims is located right next to a primary conference room. Some partitioning had just been installed and I was encountering them for the first time while our CEO was in a meeting. I just barely resisted crying out, "Who moved my cheese?"

At the IKEA maze by the 405, I haven't figured out yet how to bypass the upper level to get down to the lower level for the cookware I'm usually interested in. Though I did get my bedroom cabinets from the upper level.

I know that we met once years ago at Danscene and I even just barely remember you.
 

DWise1

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Upcoming event with some foreshadowing.

My adult son is having a family get-together this Wednesday. The down-side is that my evil ex will be there. The fore-shadowing is that he's planning on proposing to his girl-friend (a very nice girl and, I feel, a good choice on his part), which of course will lead to the situation of a wedding with my evil ex in attendance and all the questions of protocols for divorcé parents.


Comical example. Last year, a friend invited us to view her sons' graduation from a film school in which the students' films were shown. One student's hilarious film was based on an old gynecology joke his father had once told him and which was apparently protested by his mother. So he directed his gaze down to the near-by rows to thank his mother and up to the balcony to thank his father.
 
There's a management book called something like "Who Moved My Cheese!" that our CEO had required us all to read at my present job. It's mainly about being able to adapt to changing conditions. A copy machine I needed to use for medical benefits claims is located right next to a primary conference room. Some partitioning had just been installed and I was encountering them for the first time while our CEO was in a meeting. I just barely resisted crying out, "Who moved my cheese?" I read it.

At the IKEA maze by the 405, I haven't figured out yet how to bypass the upper level to get down to the lower level for the cookware I'm usually interested in. Though I did get my bedroom cabinets from the upper level. I will give you the secret - Instead of going upstairs, you go left where the park-the-kiddies place is, and there is a door that will let you in to the kitchen area.

I know that we met once years ago at Danscene and I even just barely remember you.
I remember you, but then you have always had your picture as your avatar, or we would never have met. : )
 

pygmalion

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And, truth be told, I got all teary seeing the nicely furnished rooms, and the couples picking out stuff together. I do not have the life I envisioned.
I don't need glamour or giant house, just the ability to decorate and furnish to my taste would make me so happy. I've waited for that all my life and never got it.

,*sigh* I hear you.
 
They moved my cheese! I used to sneak into the ground floor, grab my kitchen stuff, and go. Haven't had to go to the upstairs maze in ages.
Surely there is a clever person who can create an Ikea Sat-Nav style smartphone app for ikea stores that will lead you to the gronk orsklipt or the other nice thing you want.

The app would be called som flyttade min ost?(who moved my cheese?)
 

Peaches

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See, and I LOVE the ikea layout. I like the path, and getting to see stuff. I don't generally have problems finding shortcuts, so on the rare occasion I'm in a hurry I can just skip ahead. But I like the wandering path on the floor!
 

Lioness

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Worst shift ever.

Problem customer one: Stupidest [witch] ever. Promotion tag says 2 [brand] 60g bars for $3. She's picking bars up from all over the chocolate section, demanding to know whether each one is included. When each one inevitably isn't, she whines, and complains that it's all too hard, and that she'd never have this problem in a supermarket. Well guess what, love? The supermarket's shut, which is why you're here. And if you read the sign, and stopped picking up 90g [competitor] bars, then everything would be fine! You can't just expect things to be on sale when they don't have a promotion ticket in front of them.

Problem customer two: Drunk. Wants to know where Grey street is, and picks up a street directory. Rips street directory in the process. Asks me where Grey street is. No suburb, just Grey street. I don't bloody know. Go away.

Problem customer three: Her boyfriend sends her in to pay for his petrol. I'm making coffee. She says he's done, and leaves the money on the counter. Then she just walks out. I look at the computer...he's put $50 in...she's paid $30. Great. Complicated paperwork.

Problem customer all: Everyone and their dog rocking up at 11.50pm, when I simultaneously have to count and close both tills, and do the settlements. And also wanting coffee at the same time.

Too stressful.
 

Peaches

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Interview tomorrow. First stage of nerves going on: whining. I don't wanna do an interview tomorrow. I don't wanna get all dressed up. Don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna!
 

Peaches

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Also: DH cooked shrimp for himself this evening. The house reeks. It was all I could do not to gag as soon as I walked in the door. Outside temps be damned, the house is getting seriously aired out tomorrow. Ick ick ICK!
 

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