As per every Thursday morning—this week’s complaint thread! Time to get anything off your chest that’s been bugging you or pissed you off.
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Rules are simple—you can complain/moan/winge about anything you like, small or big. It can be a personal issue or a general thing, except politics. It’s all about getting it off your chest. Remain civil and be nice to other commenters (even try to help).
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A complaint about me: I spent hours yesterday trying to update some software by switching to a new branch in Git. I’ve done it before and use Git several times weekly for updating, but yesterday, for reasons I am just too ignorant at present to discover, it wouldn’t work at all.
I got to have *two* new flavors of embarrassment this week. I mean, different emotions all have their slightly different variations, and I got two of one this week.
1 – Morning routine is still going great, no problems, until Monday. I come home, my wife has just gotten home a bit before me, and she gives a look just shy of “your funeral suit is clean and you can get time off work, right?”, and she says.
“We forgot to put the oldest kid’s rice box in his bag this morning”
Her feelings hit me too, that’s a hard falure on a mutual/double-check task. The boy? He couldn’t be more amused, all excited he got to eat school rice with a different chopstick set. I stick an apology note in his temperature file, get an “It’s okay” note back. I still want to stock microwavable rice in his locker.
2 – I was about to walk past a major hospital’s very large, very clearly marked ambulance bay. I can vaguely hear an ambulance coming behind me, but I’m sort of distracted, wondering if people would pay to see the fighter jet equivalent of a NASCAR race, so my brain doesn’t put these two senses together. It’s not until the ambulance pulls into my field of vision that I realize I’m about to block the ambulance from entering. I immediately back peddle, and it’s okay, but we’re so close I can see the guy in the passenger seat pick up the mic and announce “Thank you for your cooperation.”
Damn, next time, just run me down. You’re an ambulance, and we’re real close to a hospital!
Apparently, going to the gym doesn’t immediately and magically vaporize all my fat. Who knew?! Also, my knees hurt.
I got stickers to cover tattoos. Nothing matches my skintone and, as a bonus, I’m apparently allergic to the damned adhesive.
I have waterproof concealer for tattoos on the way, but it won’t be here for at least another week. Hopefully that works so I can sauna and swim at my gym.
– Me, an interpreter: enter the Zoom meeting 10 minutes in advance, display a slide explaining how to select interpretation language and even showing the picture of the icon to click.
– Clueless fucking twat: joins the meeting, doesn’t say a word.
– Meeting organizer: at the start of the meeting, explains verbally that we have interpreting support and how to turn it on and select the language.
<10 minutes pass>
– Clueless fucking twat: *”So, when will the interpreter start talking?”*
– Me: **WHAT**
– Meeting organizer: What? Did you turn your interpretation on? He’s been talking the whole time…
– Clueless fucking twat: “Inter…pretation? No, I didn’t, how do I do that?”
– Me, face in my hands: wondering if Zoom ever adds a function to kick people in the genitals through the internet.
The End
Recently it’s becoming harder to tell if I still hate my job and this workplace less than job searching and being unemployed… 🙁
One of the letters of my name on my zairyu card rubbed off and I was told I couldn’t use it as ID. So now I have to go through the whole rigamarole of getting a new one.
No real complaints this week. I decided to cut 160 pounds (72kg) out of my life (again).
Other than that, the car share I reserved to pick my friend up from the airport was involved in an accident, so the company changed my reservation to a different vehicle.
Except instead of the new vehicle being near where I live, it’s near the airport.
Not a major complaint since the company will reimburse me for transportation expenses to get to and from the new vehicle
Since we’re already discriminatin’, Japan should change their tattoo rules so that tattoos on foreigners who clearly aren’t in the Yakuza should be ok.
On Monday the police were at the busy intersection near the station. It was one of those days where they make sure all the people riding bikes get off and walk, instead of normally weaving through the crowd like a bunch of assholes. It was nice.
Obviously it only lasted the time the police were there. All the bikers are back to being their normal, asshole selves.
Sometimes I wish I could just be completely ignorant of my surroundings like most people. Must be nice.
I got a job as an interpreter to do an interview. The media reports are coming out of a location 30 minutes away. I contact all parties, set up a time, and ask where to meet.
It’s a 2 hour 40 minute drive through the boondocks.
It’s for a very good cause though, so there’s that.
Food packaging here is not what I would call easy to open. Thinking of buying a chainsaw.
Pro-tip for pedestrians: before suddenly stepping into the road, look *both* ways to avoid being surprised by an oncoming bicycle.
Pro-tip for cyclists: in Japan it is conventional to ride on the *left* side of the road. Doing so avoids much awkwardness and potential for accidents.
Thank you for your understanding and cooperation.
My roommate and I love cooking as a hobby. But, roommate hates washing dishes and is into the whole 時短 (time saving) cooking methods. So, pretty much uses plastic bags, spoons and forks, and gloves because they’re so easy to just dump after each use. Also, instead of a mixing bowl, she uses those small ziplock bags to dump all the ingredients and mix it all in.
While I’m all for effective cooking methods and I agree with how convenient it can be, this obviously creates a huge plastic waste so I have mixed feelings about it. We don’t have enough space to add a dishwasher to help relieve the dishwashing chore.
I convinced her to at least use the biodegradable ones but they can be a bit costly and not available anywhere (she buys all of her plastic things at Daiso). I hate washing dishes too but man….
I need more sleep because I played the launch of a certain game all night. Fuck
Why are people so busy (or pretend to be). **They** started the conversation, **they** asked the questions, but when I reply – every response is 4-12 hours apart. Hate this waiting game.
Damn, I hate tourists. Loud, rude, overbearing fucks. And these days they seem to just be mobbing around.
Went out with friends last week and also took lots of photos with my nice mirrorless. A couple of days later one of friends asks to see the photos because “it looks like my camera could take good photos”. Yeah, not me, my camera. Worst part is that they are themselves a professional artist!
When you meet a very fun cute girl but she lives the next prefecture over and you’re separated by a mountain range…
Typing this out, I just realized this sounds like the fairy tale behind Tanabata lol
I swapped out my winter duvet for my summer one when it got too hot to sleep under a few weeks ago, and have been freezing in bed for the past week.
Not a fan of the inconsistency of spring weather.