Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.
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We really need a RL Mildly Disgruntled thread. The majority of what I post in this thread isn't really anger so much as eye-twitching annoyance... anyway!
It's been a minor disgruntlement of mine we didn't have one of those, too. Very little raises to the level of straight up anger in my world, but I can peeve-rant over nothing like a champ.
Today's peeve: I don't know if my mother is getting senile, or is just naggier as she gets older.
Actual sequence of events:
7:45am, email, Mom:
i need to get embroidery floss boxes from the store but I don't want to they are expensive when they are not on sale
aren't they always on sale?7:46am, email reply, Me:
I have several dozen from when we swapped out the bead boxes in the garage. You can have them all. Save your money. I'll have Brian bring some to you when he gets home from work to leave in the door so you'll have them by tomorrow morning, if that works?7:50am, email reply, Mom:
sounds good10:30am, email, Mom:
don't forget the floss boxes
did you find them yet?10:40ish, email, Me:
Brian put them in the garage somewhere. He will have to find them when he gets home. They'll be in the door in the morning, no worries!11:15am, phone call:
Mom: We're going to the diner, did you want me to get something takeout to drop off?
Me: Thanks! Sure, just whatever today's soup is, that'd be great, I still have that damn cold.
Mom: Don't forget the floss boxes! Did you find them yet?
Me: I have no idea where in the garage Brian put them, and I'm not battling the monster spiders to check.
Mom: Could you check?
Me . o O ( She did volunteer to bring me free food... ) OK, checking. Yeah, I see the box, but I can't reach it, he'll get them when he gets home, don't stress.
Mom: OK!12:30pm: Mom drops off soup. "Were you able to get any of the floss boxes?" I quietly die inside just a fraction more and thank her for the soup.
1:15pm, email, Mom:
don't forget the floss boxes1:16pm, text, Me to Brian: Please don't be late getting home. Mom's got a wild hair up about those floss boxes.
1:17pm: I spike the shit out of my coffee.
1:20pm, text, Brian to me: She called me already. I told her I'd put them in the door.
1:25pm, text, me to Brian: She... realizes you're not actually in the state right now, right?
1:26pm, text, Brian to me: ¯_(ツ)_/¯
1:30pm, email, Mom:
please don't forget to tell bri about the floss boxes
i need them and they are very important1:32pm, text, me to Bri: BTW we are almost out of vodka.
1:35pm, text, Bri to me: I will put some in your door by morning.
1:40pm, text, me to Bri: I love and hate you right now.
...there were about 5 more emails, and two more phone calls each asking about the floss boxes. My husband insisted we should leave the entire box of dozens of them in her door. (I should have let him.)
Oh fucking well.
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@surreality Yeah, that would probably make me just stop replying. A peeve of mine? Don't show up at my doorstep without notifying me well ahead of time. I want a day notice, preferably. My mother's shadow once fell across my door. I looked through the little peephole. Stared at her. Turned around. Walked away. I made sure to clear my throat just loud enough so that I knew she'd hear from the outside and know that I was home. She called me then: "I'm at your door", "I know", "So let me in", "No, get some manners". She went home that day without paying me a visit.
By the way were you able to get any of the floss boxes? I figured it's important that you be reminded that we need them.
MSB free since 24/3/2018
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@faceless I seriously am going to wrap the rest of them up in a big box in shiny paper and ribbons for Xmas so we don't go through this next year, for real.
(She uses 2/year when we go to Florida, to keep her fancy tiny shells in.)
Bonus facepalm factor:
- This 'crisis' emerged a full month before the trip.
- We drive down with all the stuff, and she flies. Yes, she gave the floss boxes back to us to take down with us in the car.
ETA:
Bri: <squints> Are those the motherfucking floss boxes on top of her gluten free stuff?
Me: <deadpan> People drown in the ocean all the time, that's all I'm sayin'. -
@surreality said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
1:17pm: I spike the shit out of my coffee.
LOL... also. Don't forget about those boxes, or it will be worse the following day.
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@templari I am tempted to wrap every one of them individually. For real. In all different sizes of packaging.
Fill their living room with boxes... of boxes.
That would require more effort than I'm into at the moment, but the temptation, it's there.
Oh fucking well.
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Pedants. People who are so overwhelmingly desperate to prove that they Know Something that they will run over jokes, vague generalities, and people just to WELL ACTUALLY.
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@surreality Wrap one of them. Put it in a box. Wrap that. Put that in another box. Wrap that. Repeat until bored, then apply 10 layers of wrapping paper to the last box.
Combination of 2 techniques my father used on my brother to get him to stop tearing open presents before figuring out who they were from to thank later. It was super-effective. Years later... I have used it on him still... and his son , my nephew!
(I may be the asshole of my immediate family)
ETA: No, I AM, I just remembered giving that boy one of those obnoxious metal xylophones when he was like 3... specifically for revenge against my baby brother. -
@templari We used to have a Chia Head we would wrap and regift to various family members back and forth on whatever the next available gift-giving holiday was as a joke, but then she went and lost it.
Oh fucking well.
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@surreality Awww. Wait. I think you mean "lost" it.
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@faceless My parents used to do this. Time and again, I told them, "Do not stop by unannounced." I told them in person, I told them on the phone, I told them in emails, multiple times. They would still show up. I finally snapped and yelled at them outside the husband's and my apartment. I was told I was a terrible daughter, agreed with them that I was, then stormed back inside and closed the door.
Didn't speak to them in person again for almost a decade afterward.
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@surreality said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@templari We used to have a Chia Head we would wrap and regift to various family members back and forth on whatever the next available gift-giving holiday was as a joke, but then she went and lost it.
In high school, my friends and I had the Birthday Burrito, which was a frozen burrito from a gas station. Until one guy ate it because he was hungry and found it tucked somewhere in his freezer.
There never was another Birthday Burrito.
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@karmageddon said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@surreality said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@templari We used to have a Chia Head we would wrap and regift to various family members back and forth on whatever the next available gift-giving holiday was as a joke, but then she went and lost it.
In high school, my friends and I had the Birthday Burrito, which was a frozen burrito from a gas station. Until one guy ate it because he was hungry and found it tucked somewhere in his freezer.
There never was another Birthday Burrito.
My father has 5 siblings. For many years, the siblings and their spouses would do a white elephant gift exchange. One year, the black sheep brother, J, gave my mother a fertility statue (this is in a family where everyone, by and far, is very fundamentally religious and far right). To this day no one knows why he did. I don't think even he knew why at the time.
The following year, my mother passed it on to the person whose name she got. And so on. But each year, they'd write a very loving note to go with it (and the notes remained to be a sort of time capsule). One year it got broken and packaged carefully (broken) in a nice box, but with notes intact. It disappeared for a good decade in someone's attic and the year it resurfaced it ended up back in my mother's hands. and so on.
I don't know when or why it finally disappeared, but it was one of the better family traditions while it lasted.
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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@auspice Were any of the other white elephant gifts accompanied by notes?
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@hazmat said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@faceless My parents used to do this. Time and again, I told them, "Do not stop by unannounced." I told them in person, I told them on the phone, I told them in emails, multiple times. They would still show up. I finally snapped and yelled at them outside the husband's and my apartment. I was told I was a terrible daughter, agreed with them that I was, then stormed back inside and closed the door.
Didn't speak to them in person again for almost a decade afterward.
Do you think you're the hero in this story?
This sounds like a terrible, cautionary tale about not letting tiny irritations ruin potentially great things.
It's like you're living a version of Seinfeld, writ large.
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@karmageddon said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@auspice Were any of the other white elephant gifts accompanied by notes?
Nope, just that one.
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@dontpanda Honestly, I can empathize.
My parents live in the house next door to mine. 'Just dropping by' without notice was pretty egregious for years.
They'd just come right in, and literally walk into my bedroom to wake me up to bother me about whatever, even when I was long since in college and They Knew I Might Not Be Alone.
This eventually shot them in their own collective feet, when my mother just sauntered the heck in and found me sleeping with my then boyfriend, dead to the world, both of us fully dressed in totally proper PJs and everything...
...at which point we awoke to her shriek of uber-Catholic terror and the sound of her retreating footsteps as she fled the house, complete with flailing jazz hands, as we stared at each other, wondering what in the actual fuck just happened before collapsing back to sleep.
Now, this was ultimately pretty funny, and they never just barged into the house again (or my bedroom even, goddamn!), but what they were doing was super invasive and absolutely not at all OK. They had ignored all polite notifications of boundaries and me telling them this was not OK, and even my mother's shrink repeatedly telling her this was not reasonable behavior for her to be engaging in.
If my mother hadn't scared herself out of the house, there definitely would have been
somea whole lot of yelling.So I can empathize, rather a lot.
Oh fucking well.
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@surreality There's little comparison between what you describe and Hazmat, there.
Someone barging into your room without permission is no okay.
Someone showing up at your door without sending a request in triplicate is actually sort of a normal thing.
I mean, doing it even if they've been asked to not is a bit much, but screaming at them and then not speaking to them for a decade is wacky.
Woe betide the hapless sod who brings hazmat's burger with tomato when it was not wanted... table's getting flipped and server's getting stabbed with a fork.
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@karmageddon said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@surreality said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@templari We used to have a Chia Head we would wrap and regift to various family members back and forth on whatever the next available gift-giving holiday was as a joke, but then she went and lost it.
In high school, my friends and I had the Birthday Burrito, which was a frozen burrito from a gas station. Until one guy ate it because he was hungry and found it tucked somewhere in his freezer.
There never was another Birthday Burrito.
A friend of mine came to visit once just before I moved, and bought a Guinness while he was here. He left it in my fridge, and forgot it; since he was coming back in another two months, he said "Well, just take it with you and I'll drink it at the new place."
So I did.
He visited, and once again forgot his Guinness. It sat in my fridge for a year, until I moved once again. Just on a whim, we brought the Guinness to the new place when we cleaned the fridge out.
His Guinness has been in my fridge for literally a decade and a half.
At this point, we consider it our household luck totem.
a.k.a. Packetdancer (or "Pax" for short)
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@sparks That's pretty great. XD
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Spitting in public. It makes me want to vomit in public.
Bad elevator etiquette. People who carry on loud conversations on their phones or invade my personal space.
Personal space invasions in general.
People who are mean, cruel, antagonistic to serving staff at restaurants.
