The vent

What's IV?

isn't that Saw IV (4)?

I also asked myself the same thing at first and then concluded that MB is referring to the movie "Saw IV".

Edit: and mere was faster.

oo sorry for the confusion guys

Can't you just wait till February, or will the film have gone off by then?

Probably not gone off, but it will have lost its edge.

gotta catch a bus at 3:30 am to get to the airport in Saigon to catch my flight to Bangkok... its a 5 hour friggin drive from the beach on bad roads overrun with moped drivers. Seen 7 fatal accidents here with Semi's and mopeds! They are crazy here in Vietnam.

Same chap, now its "Is it true in Scotland you like the rain? Hard to build roads and houses though, no?"

OMG OMG OMG. *deep breaths*

Forget the deep breath, just thwack him.

same person. really testing my patience

"bist du noch da?"

does it fucking look like i'm noch da? no, i went home ages ago. you are imagining this conversation. now fuck off ya daft prick.

Schotte, some people are so ignorant they really are not worth your energy.

Nothing grates on me more in the workplace than people coming and starting pointless boring conversations. repeatedly. i mean like 4 or 5 times a day. esp at 6pm when im trying to get cleared up. also staring at the screen. ive tried headphones and just tapping away at the keys. never works.

however, your fair city have won in the football against the dark ones, so no more venting from me for a bit

Oooooh that would explain all the people in football jerseys on the street last night. I had been wondering what that was about... So who are the dark ones and was this the CL or what? (As you can tell, I am thoroughly uninformed when it comes to football at the moment.)

Well i should not get angry as i knew how French sucked, but again can not control myself. Obviously Societe General could not make the transfer in the last 3 days because they had a problem with their systems.

No, I didn't know I had office kitchen duty this week. I didn't know because this is the first day I've been in the office all week. And no, sorry if I'm busy finalising a major project and that your obsessive-compulsive need for all the coffee mugs to be perfectly aligned hasn't been satisfied you fucking cow. If it bothers you so much you can do it your goddamned self.

Like my ex company, they just couldn't pay anyone for the past week because the woman that normally does it was on holiday. NICE. So it's the 11th of the month and I still haven't been paid. Jerks.

Wow. Look who joined the club.

Another thing I need to get off my chest:

On Wednesday I flew into Munich and for the first hour or so there, was in awe of all the great things that I miss about it. Why then, did some fucking German have to go an kill my buzz?
I got into a taxi and started having a nice conversation with the German taxi driver about Bavarian food. So far, so good. Then the dialog went like this:

Driver: You know, I like America but I don't like my aunt who moved there because she left German when she married a man from Poland and you know, we gased the Polish so...but still, she shouldn't have moved!

Me:OK...

Driver: Yeah and I like George Bush, he's a little Hitler

Me: um, well yes some call him that.

Driver: yeah, I think it's a good thing! The world needs a little Hitler now and then! The Jews you see, they are running everything in the world. They hold all the money and all that's going on in the world is being driven by them.

Silence...

then

Driver: well, that's what I think anyway, I'm not sure.

Me: (politely) well perhaps you should research your theory then.

For the rest of the ride he went on and on about the Jews and what a great leader Hitler was. I was too shocked to speak. Then he over-charged me by about 8€ and tried to ask me out.

You should have told him that hoodwinking a red-head makes Hitler cry. And paid him €10 less than the fare as mental damages for having to listen to his drivel.

saint
thats because you never paid for my camera filter you managed to break at pots of evil

Scogs, you mean when you sat your camera on a three legged stool in directly in the middle of an area with 20 very drunk people around instead of holding on to it? Sorry about that.

I couldn't find a bag of Nestle's chocolate chips anywhere in Wiesbaden, so now I have smashed chunks of baking chocolate all over the kitchen...

Ive been working for this company here for 5 weeks and they put me in this shit hotel in the middle of nowhere
ive been smoking out the window of the room and instead of the owner coming to me to say NO smoking
he calls my company and the boss fuckin reamed my ass
the guy simply does not like americans as i think most germans feel the same
i would like to smack the shit out of him...are they all pussys here

He called your boss??!! Unbelievable that your boss should have done anything else but tell the hotel to speak directly to you.

What I find even more amazing is to hear of a place in Germany with such a strict no-smoking policy.

Lufthansa managed to smash my flexi-plastic bottle of shower gel, now my whole vanity bag is gooey!

It really irks me when my favourite people on TT make themselves virtually inaccessible because they refuse to empty their PM boxes...grrr.

It really irks me when peeps don't make ya'selves available for käsespatzle when I demand it, and demand it I will.

Now when I get annoyed, my sport performance improves.
When I become livid, oh dear, heads will roll and weights will be lifted with control.
Laura Michelle Kelly when your woeful attempt at covering the glory that is The Cardigans' "Communication", one of the finest songs ever made, with your utter Celine-alike warbling, well.
My weighted lunges were perfecto.
But if I ever see you in person, I will kick your pretty teeth down your throat.
Just for info, like.
Awful, awful, awful


The Goddess Nina

fucking customers with verbal fucking diarrhea. dammit that woman would not stop fucking talking. dont ask me fucking questions without shutting the fuck up and letting me answer you dopey fucking cow. fuck.

HOW ABOUT THE STUPID CHATTERBOX FUCKING PRICK JUST FUCKS THE HELL OFF

DO NOT

1) SIT ON EDGE OF MY DESK TO TALK
2) MOVE MY FUCKING PHONE
3) MOVE ANY BITS OF PAPER ON MY DESK

JUST FUCK THE HELL OFF

JESUS I THINK I NEED ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES IM FUCKING RAGING AGAIN HOW MANY FUCKING HINTS DO I HAVE TO MAKE

Typical scenario: Hauptbahnhof U-Bahn platform, rush hour, crowded train, hams junior in buggy, and a sexually frustrated, childless, obnoxious, rude b*tch having a go because she has to stand next to the doors...

I just wonder how people lose complete perspective of life and what's important.

I FUCKIN hate my ex-boss, the PRICK has run off with the companys profits and now I have to leave Germany (the one place I love being) to find work immediately, as the FUCKER didnt even leave me any money to help with mortgage payments. FUCKIN TWAT. Jobless and homeless in a week with no warning TWAT. worked for him for 5 years, never took a day off ill and worked my bollox off to line his pockets.. not even a thanks or see ya later, the FUCKER just FUCKED off! I'd love to get my hands on him. CUNT.

AND what really pisses me off is that I have FUCKERS in my house in the UK not paying the rent, advocate fees are costing me a fortune and those dicks owe me thousands, the management company I regrettably pay £100 a month dont give a shit as its 'my problem' and the tenants are smashing my home up!! I COULD KILL EM! Plus I cant fucking move back in cos those gob SHITES somehow have the backing of the royally FUCKED UP law!

Gotta pay for moving costs, storage.. arghhh fuck this sentence, it just costs alot!

I bet any money the fuckers at Deutsche Telekom wont have any canceling of my mobile contract. No one will take over my apartment and so I'll be paying rent on my pad until end of the contract well into 2008!, even though Im leaving the country in 3 weeks.

No Money, No Job, A house I own yet no where to live, NO rent paid and a mortgage beckoning monthly, no support, no FUCKING joy, just pure Torture.

Thank fuck I've got my fiance.. she keeps me going!

32 Frigging euros to send a christmas package home. Because I was a few grams over the 2Kilo limit, so instead of 13Euro its 32. I could have taken something out, but then either my niece or my nefew would be without a gift.

Its been ages since i barked...here i go...

"what the heck is that fRe4kiN' fuckin' shitty crappy buggy shit?"...huh...now a breather...ha hu ha hu ha...! ;-)

flashmac

Pretty shitty situation and something worth venting about but it will get better mate; it always does eventually.

Lufthansa, any more shit offa you and I will lead an army of disgruntled* and exasperated customers to firm headquarters waving whatever they had to use to wipe themselves as the toilets ran out of paper 9.5 hours into a 10.5 hour flight. Late out of Houston, late out of Frankfurt, no bulkhead in spite of inflamed knees that go stiff after sitting for half an hour but this Mediterranean-looking guy in a business suit gets bulkhead AND an ice-pack for his knee while I am stuck behind a reclined seat for hours on end. To top that off, the conveyor belt ate my suitcase again, exposing its inner works and tearing big fat holes in the cover.

Maybe I am getting old but seven children below the age of 18 months in an Economy cabin is too many. Pay extra for a soundproof and smellproof cozy cabin and enjoy your children without subjecting me to their moods and needs. And frigging go to the toilets to change their diapers (not nappies, US flight).

*Can a person be gruntled? Is it synonymous with satisfied?

It is so good to see that, despite being in the midst of a rant, you are still able to appreciate - and allow for - the cultural diversities present between the varying participants within the TT community.
Full marks there Sarabyrd.

Celine fucking Dion, on the radio & telly all the time. my ears hurt

wittering bastard just came up behind me again to talk to someone across my desk. then read out loud my email signature. nosy fucking bastard. why. why would anyone be so fucking nosy.

i said "what?" and left it at that.

Dear German co-worker, planning your three vacations for next year now is outré enough, do not expect me to do the same. And when I honestly say that I do not know when Haggis junior is having her surgery next summer stop pressing me for a more exact date than "some time in August".

ARGH!

What is it with the bloody government and their minions, eh? I'm busy as hell and just wasted a whole half hour going to the Kfr... which was naturally closed because some town in Outer Mongolia is celebrating something to do with tits and beds so if it's good enough for them to have a day off, it's good enough for our lazy overpaid institutionalised bureaucratic arses. Bastards the lot of them. They want to know the insides of a cat's arse but can't be bothered to show up because somebody totally unrelated is having a half day holiday somewhere. They should be irradicated along with all the Christians, perfume wearers, Arse supporters and anybody else who feels like looking at me in a funny way today... oh! and you bloody lot for making me feel the urge to waste even more time typing out this tripe.

@ my GP: I requested two transfers on Monday, your assistant said they would be mailed immediately. They have not arrived yet. I do not want to spend €20 on doctors just because your staff can't get its act together. Grrr.

please find another, more interesting way of saying "the search is your friend." It's annoying and repetitive. Thank you.

How about, "Use the F*#*#@ search function you *#*@@ Noob!!!"... Is that better?

I have a wicked headache still, and wanted to have a nice hot shower, but we have no hot water til the weekend on our building! FUCKING BLOODY HELL!

Fuck off you Twatty "Local" shitbag...

I have been drinking with this "local" guy for 3yrs now... and still the fucker introduces me as Die Englander!

The twat knows my name!

_{Thanks for listening!}

Der Engländer would be better. Must be trying to tell you something

Fugging Sparkasse. I have run out of frigging TANS so cannot make any payments. Turns out the tossers have installed some new 10 times more complicated system, sent all the details to the WRONG address in the UK and now I am buggered. This will involve a visit to the bank, me doing my angry look, them doing their confused but polite look. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Edit: All sorted!! Frau Englisch was sitting on the new TAN list. All the above ranting is bollox/confusion.

What the hell are TANS?

My gripe with Sparkasse is their new cash machine which gives you your current balance after every withdrawal. Hate it and end up covering the bottom half of the screen cos i dont want to know!