Little Things You Hate

Those douchebags clog up another area of town for their weekly wank fest.
@The Duckmeister I was suss on that suggestion a while ago but was told it is indeed a group of people go around doing it "Cause you can't see what's in front of you when you run in a pack drafting each other". Seriously fuck off and build your own trails you flogs.
Drafting? To maintain a miasma of "runner scent"?

Unless they are park running at 30km/hr? Do they wear aerodynamic running gear?
 
Fuck me! Hot Cross buns on the shelves already? Its not even Christmas!!! Where is Pauline when you need someone to put an end this sort of lunacy??? Those fucking geans never really surrendered!

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Windows 11 is honestly the worst operating system in human history.

If I didn't play battlefield i would have reformatted and uninstalled the trash last month but nooooooo, i just have to play battlefield which forces kernel level anticheat which doesn't even work anyways lol.
 
I am not a particularly surly person, but if there is one thing I hate...among all the others...its pub trivia. I fucking hate it. I think most of that comes down to the "host" usually having no mic sense and a nasal voice along with the volume of their mic being excessively intrusive. Throw into the mix that most questions are about sport or television and im done.

Anyway I have tomorrow off, and then the rest of the week is cunt week. My whole roster was changed today into a mix of 10 and 12 hour days, 10 hour turnarounds from night work to day work and so on. I figure ill celebrate the extra revenue coming my way with a bit of a dinner out. After looking at almost every restaurant and pub in town that is actually open I decide that none have a menu that interests me...and for fucks sake how many pubs within 1km of each other need to have Monday as their pizza night? I roll the dice and decide the pub closest to the grocery store I am going to will do, after all they do the best sunday roast in town and want desperately to be recognised as a steak pub...


...the steak menu is less interesting than my negative is implying, the pub classics consist of 4 different schnitzels and 2 fish dishes, and fuck it ill take the 400g rib eye special and a glass of malbec for close to the bottle price served in an ill fitting white wine glass please because why would we do it any other way? And within seconds of my payment being approved I notice some pieces of white paper on some tables...and then a booming voice announces that it is time for round 2 of the triviaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Fuck. Me.


Ill also toss in there is a lot of track pants, things, and the table I am aitting at has a reserved sign from 5pm that still hasnt been cleared. I have learnt my lesson...i will just cook the steak myself next time.
 
I am not a particularly surly person, but if there is one thing I hate...among all the others...its pub trivia. I fucking hate it. I think most of that comes down to the "host" usually having no mic sense and a nasal voice along with the volume of their mic being excessively intrusive. Throw into the mix that most questions are about sport or television and im done.

Anyway I have tomorrow off, and then the rest of the week is cunt week. My whole roster was changed today into a mix of 10 and 12 hour days, 10 hour turnarounds from night work to day work and so on. I figure ill celebrate the extra revenue coming my way with a bit of a dinner out. After looking at almost every restaurant and pub in town that is actually open I decide that none have a menu that interests me...and for fucks sake how many pubs within 1km of each other need to have Monday as their pizza night? I roll the dice and decide the pub closest to the grocery store I am going to will do, after all they do the best sunday roast in town and want desperately to be recognised as a steak pub...


...the steak menu is less interesting than my negative is implying, the pub classics consist of 4 different schnitzels and 2 fish dishes, and fuck it ill take the 400g rib eye special and a glass of malbec for close to the bottle price served in an ill fitting white wine glass please because why would we do it any other way? And within seconds of my payment being approved I notice some pieces of white paper on some tables...and then a booming voice announces that it is time for round 2 of the triviaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Fuck. Me.


Ill also toss in there is a lot of track pants, things, and the table I am aitting at has a reserved sign from 5pm that still hasnt been cleared. I have learnt my lesson...i will just cook the steak myself next time.


The steak was cooked reasonably well.
 
LTIH - freaking packed trains, standing room only and that’s on leaving Southern Cross station and still picking up at Footscray, Sunshine and Deer Park, at least some people are standing up so others can sit down, I didn’t get the choice, so standing it is for next 40 minutes. At least it’s still quicker than driving all be it a little wet
 
I was shown this hero on a video earlier this week. I don't care how politically correct you think you need to be in this age of accepting every fucked up walk of life; this is not cool and that ho should have been sin binned. What a fucking degen. But yay for making sure everyone see's me doing my fitness.
There’s some posts on Facebook talking about this and how she left some chunks behind on some of the equipment, I didn’t take a close look but it was probably the usual suspect, corn no doubt.
 
Marketplace...I hate the shit, people have forgotten how to be people.
Looking at some cheapo outdoor furniture, found a set, been on there for 12 weeks still unsold. Happy enough with the asking price so messaged asking when a good time is to pickup. Tommorow? Yup sweet. Start to organise a time and she comes back with "I just want to let you know I have someone else coming to look tommorow so will prioritise whoever gets here first."
"Yeah righto, don't worry about it, they can have it"
Don't think she was expecting me to see through her bullshit so quickly. Anyway have fun staring at your shit for another 12 weeks.
 
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