Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.

[Pandora]

@Paris said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

I finally had to hobble out of my chair and use the regular stall after the disabled one was just a horror, last we stopped at Popeyes. I've had to do this in the bathroom of the Bellagio, too, so it's a problem everywhere. And I have to hope my chair doesn't get stolen! I swear to god I'm suing if I ever fall, which I am at high risk to do again.

Fast food places are usually pretty good about going to clean up a stall if it's really bad, if they're advised of the state of things. Generally speaking, they aren't paid enough to be proactive out of the goodness of their hearts, but it's rare to find someone willing to forego empathy to your face.

[Pandora]

@deathbird said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

My dudes and dudettes:

If I do ALL THE COOKING then I should not also have to do the dishes.

The exception is if I do gratuitous baking. But even then: thou shalt not be allowed a slice of cheesecake if thou doesth not place thine dishes IN THE FUCKING DISHWASHER!

PREACH. I can't get my family to put their dishes in the sink, let alone actually scrape their leftover food off of them enough to put them in the dishwasher. And if I refuse to do the dishes in silent protest, they just order pizza. Family - can't live with them, can't kill them, either.

[surreality]

@Pandora said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

Family - can't live with them, can't kill them, either.

I feel this one so hard right now.

We are doing a hardcore declutter/cleanout of our disaster of a kitchen. By 'we', I really mean 'I'm breaking my ass to bits doing this, but my husband lives here also and therefore it is ostensibly his kitchen, too.'

I ache in wheres I didn't even know I have.

If I come across one more Chinese food takeout container lid he has saved for some reason, however, I am going to make him carry it around forever, perhaps rectally.

[silverfox]

I can't clean when my husband is about. I get too annoyed when he doesn't get up and start helping of his own volition. It's not really a fair annoyance, so I just wait until he's not home. Then I crank up some music really loud and do my thing. Nine years of marriage and it's the little things that keep the peace.

[surreality]

@silverfox The things I have heard come out of the man's mouth over the past week about it all are what leaves me stunned there has not yet been a murder in this house.

"I can't help with the kitchen, I'm too wiped from going to see a movie and spending 3 hours at the gym."

^ Two days in a row.

Call me crazy, but maybe trim down the gym time and halp some goddammit.

This was last weekend:

3:06 AM, Me: "<name>, can I have your help with something in the kitchen?"

3:07 AM, Him: <huffs like a whiny toddler> "WHAT."

3:07 AM, Me: "I need you to pull the spidery box stuff out from under the table and throw it out."

3:07 AM, Him: "FINE."

3:07 AM, Me: <goes downstairs and starts moving and cleaning things>

3:08 AM, Him: "This is so dusty! I am going to be so mad if I have an allergy attack before sleep!"

3:08 AM, Me: <continues to gather things as he clears the way and puts them in trash or recycling>

3:08 AM, Him: "OH MY GOD I NEED A TISSUE."

3:08 AM, Me: <hands him a tissue> "Can you toss that old coffee pot?"

3:08 AM, Bri: "Which coffee pot?"

3:08 AM, Me: <points, standing several feet away from him and out of reach> "That one."

3:08 AM, Him: <makes wild backward lean as though I was just about to stab him in the eye with one of the oh so many, so many knives> "Watch it!"

3:09 AM, Me: <makes a mental note of where the oh so many, so many knives are right now>

3:09 AM, Him: "You have the worst timing, we should have done this earlier when I could have taken a Zyrtec!"

3:09 AM, Me: <exceptional success on cosmic willpower roll to not point out that this is 'his kitchen' and he has no trouble with the dust/etc. at any other time>

3:10 AM, Him: "Ew this has liquid in it. I should throw this out!"

3:10 AM, Me: <more willpower exceptionals as she refrains from pointing out that I've asked him to throw it out for two years>

3:10 AM, Him: "I NEED ANOTHER TISSUE I AM GOING TO BE MAD IF I GET SICK!" <continues to micromanage trash, removing trash from spider-filled box of trash to put in trash can>

3:11 AM, Me: "...why are you taking-"

3:11 AM, Him: "WE SHOULD SAVE THE BOX!"

3:11 AM, Me: <observes battered, beaten, dusty box covered in cat hair and spiders, MIRACULOUSLY manages to not actually laugh out loud> "It is full of living, angry spiders. That you have just further angered by fussing with it."

3:11 AM, Him: <looks in box> "OH MY GOD WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?!"

3:12 AM, Me: <observes very obvious spiders being very obvious, recalls specifically saying 'I need your help getting rid of the spidery box', which we have in fact CALLED 'THE SPIDERY BOX' FOR THREE YEARS as the premise of this entire expedition, and performs second miracle in as many minutes by not actually murdering him>

3:12 AM, Him: <shudders and starts dumping things back into the spidery box with gusto>

3:12 AM, Me: <is secretly proud of him that he's willing to part with a cardboard box for once, refrains from pointing out the box he's trying to save is full of the thing he's supposedly about to have an allergy attack from>

3:13 AM, Him: <scans every shred of everything for recycling codes, tries to put things in the sink to wash before recycling them instead of throwing them in the trash>

3:14 AM, Me: <begins making mental checklist of crap to pull out of the sink to throw in the trash after he leaves for work in the morning>

3:15 AM, Him: <discovers he has been piling shit in one of the rock buckets, must remove things from rock bucket so rock buckets can go away to the rock room, more puttering ensues>

3:16 AM, Me: <removes remaining rock crap from kitchen and puts things away in the china cabinet as warranted>

3:16 AM, Him: "I am going to be really angry if I have an allergy attack, your timing really is fucking terrible, you know that?"

3:16 AM, Me: "You can dump this old apple cider vinegar, I don't need it for dye any more."

3:16 AM, Him: "Can that go down the sink? I don't think that can go down the sink!"

3:16 AM, Me: "...it's vinegar, hon. It can go down the sink."

3:16 AM, Him: "Are you sure? You know you shouldn't put chemicals down the sink."

3:17 AM, Me: <debates offering him the alternative solution of 'chug it then, motherfucker' but keeps wisely silent>

3:17 AM, Him: <dumps vinegar down the sink>

3:18 AM, Me: <continues to find shit that doesn't belong in the kitchen in the kitchen and removes it from the fucking kitchen>

3:18 AM, Him: "I am going to be pissed if I am doing massage all day tomorrow with my sinuses going crazy because you just HAD to have help in the kitchen right now. WE HAVE TO STOP, I OWE IT TO MY CLIENTS."

3:20 AM, Me: <returns to the screen, and notes that it's taken longer to recount this sequence of events in text than my husband spent actually doing any work in the kitchen all weekend>

[silverfox]

@surreality

Yup. >.> Mine usually just sits down with the job half done and then is super confused when I remind him that it's not done.

I swear he tries.... in his own way and I love him for what he does do.

Plus he cooks.

So that's like a million points in his corner.

[Too Old For This]

@surreality This sounds like conversations between me and my housemates.

Me: 'Hey guys, I could use some help cleaning up, there's a lot of stuff to do...'
Them: 'Oh sure, we can help.'
twenty minutes later while I'm elbow-deep in cleaning
Me: 'Guys? Are you.. gonna help?'
Them: 'What, now?!'
Me: 'Yes, now.' ((Internal Thought: Because when in the EVER have I requested unspecified future help of nebulous origins!))
Them: 'UGH. Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.'
ten minutes later
Me: 'Guys? Are you going to help?'
Them: 'I just want to finish this.. <insert whatever thing they are doing that can totally be paused and that they didn't actually start until after I asked for help the first time>'
Me: stares straight ahead and spends 30 glorious seconds imagining myself strangling said housemates, sighs, returns to cleaning
fifteen minutes later
Them: Okay, so what do you want us to do?
Me: Floors need to be vacuumed, garbage needs to go out, there's a box to go in the back of the car for Goodwill, and all those cardboard boxes need to be broken down and taken out. Also, you haven't changed your cats' litter in like, weeks. So maybe that too before they start peeing on the rug near the door again?' ((Because we've gone through three rugs already from this exact issue))
ten minutes later
Me: looking at the cat litter on the carpet because they changed it after they vacuumed, the brand new garbage bag that now has REEKING cat litter and vacuum bag leavings in it because they took out the trash before doing either of the other two, the box that's STILL sitting next to the door and hasn't gone out to the car, and the cardboard boxes are gone but all the bits of tape and packing peanuts and those little airbags are now littering the floor because they didn't take care of any of that stuff after breaking down the boxes

What follows is usually a ten minute coffee and Cat Cafe break for me, following by an argument with the housemates wherein they get pissy because I'm so demanding of their time and so picky about how things are done and how they don't understand why everything is their fault and how come I keep nagging at them to do, you know, basic things any human adult should be doing. My teenager picks up after himself better.

[Macha]

@Aria I feel this. so very much. My boss recently microwaved brussel sprouts. Twice in one day. I get she's trying to eat healthy, but she ate it at her desk - in the call center. And made us all gag on the sulphur/cabbage smell

[Pandora]

@Too-Old-For-This @surreality

Okay wow, those are horror stories. For me personally, when I get screeching mad about things not being cleaned up (internal screeching, my parents yelled and I just can't cope with loud noise because of that) I just stop. I stop cleaning. And then my husband comes out of his cave and does the dishes (by hand so everything is still dirty because he doesn't wear his glasses in the house) and takes out the garbage (banging the garbage bag against every corner in the house so it ALWAYS breaks/leaks in the hall) and...

You know what? Even though it's less of a headache to do it myself, I'm still happy he tries and realizes that as miserable as it is to do? I do it way more often than he has to.

[Packrat]

Wait, how can people fail to change cat litter for weeks? After like a week at most it is substantially turned into cat piss soaked sawdust that cats will get on their paws before cuddling with you and stinking.

Change that stuff every week at most! 5 days is better and I am a clinically depressed lazy person.

[silverfox]

I'm a school teacher, teaching 8-11 year olds.

We are a STEM school so they invested in technology instead of books. This means we don't have our own stand-alone library. Instead we go across the street to visit the public library. The kids love it, the library loves it, our principal loves it, (I have gray hair at 30 because of it.) But people will do the damndest things in front of my kids. Today:

We're walking out of the front door of the library to go back to school. A librarian has excited and is talking to another Hispanic-looking-patron who is telling her something. My class is walking past them. The librarian calls another patron over and says, "Please remember we don't allow smoking marijuana on library premises."

Note, my students are walking BETWEEN the librarian and the patron told to not smoke pot. BETWEEN.

This other patron goes, "Yeah? Well maybe we should just call immigration," and points at the other patron by the librarian. (Again, let me emphasize, my eight to eleven year olds are WALKING BETWEEN THEM RIGHT NOW) and the guy talking about calling immigration is getting closer and closer to the librarian. One of my kids has to veer out of the way so that he doesn't run into this guy.

Behind me one of my kids sets off the metal detector because she forgot to check out her books. So I have to run forward and get the front of my line to stop so we can wait for her while the librarian, the Hispanic-looking patron, and the guy shouting about immigration continue to yell at one another about marijuana and immigration.

My entire class of 27 kids stood there while this happened and listened to every word despite my best efforts to get them looking forward and ignoring what is going on. Finally my girl comes out (note, she's hispanic!) and walks between (because god bless children who don't realize you don't get between angry adults) the yelling adults to catch up with us.

We get the fuck out of there asap.

Just like. What the fuck. First, wait to tell the marijuana guy off until my kiddos are past, or walk over to him instead of calling him over. Second, what the anti-immigrant fuck.

MOST OF ALL LOOK AROUND AND SEE THAT THERE ARE 27 CHILDREN STANDING AROUND.

I'm currently waiting for an email from one of these parents....

[Ganymede]

@surreality

To be fair, if my partner asked me to help with housework at 0300, I would probably strangle her.

[surreality]

@Ganymede He's normally up and doing housework at that hour. His schedule is as weird as mine. He was up for at least three more hours puttering around rebuilding a bass after that, to give you some idea. Saturday chores start at midnight Sunday, in his universe.

<holds hands up in the air> I did not make this rule. It's just how things have played out for the 20 or so years we've been together.

[Packrat]

@Ganymede I have absolutely broken up with somebody before because they texted me at 3:30 am for some bullshit reason and woke me up before getting pissy that I told them I wanted to sleep. I had to be up at 6:30am for work, that was Not Cool absent a genuine serious issue.

[Thenomain]

@Ganymede said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

@surreality

To be fair, if my partner asked me to help with housework at 0300, I would probably strangle her.

Some of us call that “noon”.

[Tinuviel]

@Ganymede said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

@surreality

To be fair, if my partner asked me to help with housework at 0300, I would probably strangle her.

What, you're not still up at three am anyway because your brain sucks?

Luuuucky you.

[Sparks]

We scheduled an HVAC installation so we'll have air conditioning on the upper floor this summer (since my house has huge windows and gets unreasonably hot there). This was scheduled for Monday through Wednesday of this week.

This meant dismantling my bedroom, my home office, and my housemate's home office. Unplugging everything from computers (and in my case, dismantling a VR rig), removing pictures from the walls, getting desks out of the way, and so on. We did this, with some effort, this past weekend; it left the two home offices temporarily unusable. But hey, it's only three days, no big deal.

Sunday night, the temperature dropped and it started to snow. By Monday morning, we had way more snow than usual for Seattle, and the roads were icy. The HVAC folks called and rescheduled us for Tuesday-Thursday. Fine, that's understandable.

The snow stopped on Monday, but the temperatures dropped still further (17 degrees F is not normal for Seattle). Anywhere that isn't snow is now sheets of ice. So, unsurprisingly, the HVAC folks called and cancelled again, but can't push us Wednesday-Friday since it would run up against another job. This is understandable; I cannot blame them for not wanting to try to work on the exterior parts of this system in this weather, and hopefully the next job will not also have to be pushed.

So they've rescheduled us to Wednesday-Friday of next week when, hopefully, all the snow and ice will be gone.

However, this means either we have to put the various rooms back together, put the desks back, etc., and then dismantle them again later, or we leave the home offices unusable for basically two weeks total (from this past weekend through next Friday).

I would find this less obnoxious if the ice had not meant that my workplace told folks to work from home rather than risking traffic. I mean, normally WFH isn't an inconvenience as I have a home office, but right now...

(Additional irritation: my gaming PC is also in my home office, and so also presently dismantled. Dangit, there's a Division 2 beta starting Thursday, people!)

[Ghost]

Having 5 "number one priority items" defeats the purpose of a "number one priority item".

I wish my job understood this.

[Tinuviel]

@Ghost I wish my family understood this...

[Ganymede]

@surreality said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

<holds hands up in the air> I did not make this rule. It's just how things have played out for the 20 or so years we've been together.

@Thenomain said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

Some of us call that “noon”.

@Packrat said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

I have absolutely broken up with somebody before because they texted me at 3:30 am for some bullshit reason and woke me up before getting pissy that I told them I wanted to sleep. I had to be up at 6:30am for work, that was Not Cool absent a genuine serious issue.