The Vent - No Chat!

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Is there a single reliable delivery service in Germany?? Once again DPD claim to have tried to deliver a parcel to me, and claim I was not at home. So now I have to traipse across town to my 'selected collection point', which I have never selected. Fucking waste of space...

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Dear Postie...

If you want to come and live and work  in this country, the least you can do is learn how to fucking read European script!

 

3 bastard times this week I have delived the letters that you felt suitable to leave in my letter box!

 

Fuck knows just how much of my mail has been delivered elsewhere!

 

Numpty fucker!

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Yes, yes, I get it, dear "friend1".

It is way more important to forget the promises you made to me and Mr Metall months ago and change your New Year plans completely, leaving us in the lurch. I was just about to book an expensive flight to follow through on your promise. Now we don't know what to do, and I feel completely blindsided. And then your wishywashy explanation "sorry, shit happens...". Yes, it does.

And then you, "friend2".

Carefully keeping it a secret you and friend1 are doing the completely changed plan together I'm not a part of. Until you slip up and mention it when I say I can't meet you guys at the Halloween party for lack of a costume, so see you at New Year... "ah, we all are going to X (far away)...".

And I can't even criticize said "friends" because they'll somehow make it my fault.

 

And now "friends 3&4" are making  a big drama that I am failing in my family duties, drilling me hard, forcing psychological discussions on me, alternating with telling me I should accept "real help". As in taking the medication they take.

They are shocked when I refuse the happy pills once again.

 

I've decided I need to live much more superficially, and not believe in protestations of friendship. It's so very self serving of these people. They get off on being better than I am, even when they are not.


(As in all of you telling me in great detail what is wrong **with me**. Ever think maybe you lot are spineless liars with inferiority complexes? Huh??)

 

I'm pretty much on my own. Now go away.

 

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The fucking sneaky government has shafted us yet again.

The old method of renewing your UK passport meant you could carry over up to 9 months validity to the new passports.

In a move that was not announced by the Home Office, that has now been scrapped.

As you cannot travel with less than 6 months on your passports in many countries, this makes the passport valid for 9 years 6 months.

 

 

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Edit to my rant above: Being able to vent in a non judgemental (as in no chat) place helped me in yesterday's successful push back against said "friends" and maintaining my dignity.

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1.58€ for a liter of diesel... you fucking robbers!!

 

I know... No water in the rivers blah blah blah and less fuel can be delivered blah blah blah...

 

If that was the case, then where the fuck are they storing all the fuel that come out of the refinery?

 

AND Why is Luxemburg still at 1.21€ per litre?

 

They have had a price increase of 8cts per litre over the past 5 month while we bathed in a 45cts hike!

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Too angry to put this anywhere else.

 

 
Quote

 

Why women are sharing photos of their underwear in Ireland
 
Last week, a rape trial involving a 17-year-old in Cork saw a defence barrister make reference to her "lace front" thong. The jury later acquitted the man accused of raping her. Many women have since been sharing photos of their underwear as a form of protest over sexual consent.

 

 
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Well, fuck people. Someone abandoned a French Bulldog near Neustadt WITH AN IV PORT STILL IN HIS ARM. Fuck them. I hope they get rectal cancer and it literally eats them from the inside out until they die in a pool of their own shit and blood.

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I couldn't help myself - I called my idiot neighbour a Blödmann early this morning. 

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So my crown and bridge covering the space of three molars down the bottom dropped out just after Xmas. No dentist open till after New Year. Couldn't even find an emergency one... and was not keen to go to a stranger anyway. So, made it through to this Monday. Soft food. Eating on one side. Rang up my dentist to get his receptionist who informed me he is very ill and is off sick to May after which he will be retiring, aged 63.
 
Long story short landed at a new dentist yesterday. He stuck the errant part back, took a super-duper x-ray of my face and was well away with future plans for the whole of my left side of teeth. After some to-ing and fro-ing about the future course of action, I left thinking that it did not feel quite right. Just the tiniest micromilimeter too high. Misery of course. So today I went back. Did not get through when I rang, just on hold for ages. So I just turned up. Shortly before 12. Waiting room empty. Asked to see the man who, when he appeared refused to entertain me. He did not say it is lunchtime, I am hungry and you do not have an appointment. No, he said, oh I only saw you the first time yesterday. I do not know you. (WTF?) I said it just needed a bit of a polish. He had not done the thing with the blue paper. To which he replied, all defensively, "Oh you are telling me how to do my job? I was too good to you sticking it back and now you are already complaining." Pardon me? I assured him I was not going to go to court, just wanted him to file a bit off. The conversation got ever more bizarre. He said I seemed to be very well informed already about dentistry and what lay in store. To which I replied, "You mean I am too intelligent?" (We had had quite a detailed exchange about the mechanics and the options and I had had questions yesterday...) He assured me I was not. It was ok to be intelligent. He invited me to sit down and looked in my face. Did the thing with the blue paper, said there was contact everywhere. Refused to touch either the soon-to-be defunct crown and bridge or the tooth above - which has already previously been sheared off to make space below and is condemned to being sheared off and becrowned when we get to the major stuff down the road. Kept saying he did not know me. As if that is relevant? We got onto trust - and I told him we had obviously not started off well. Said cheerio and left. Just incredulous at the strangeness of the conversation. Cancelled the appointment he had given me for February.
 
Got home, told hubby. Who said nothing. At all. Serendipity saw to it that this afternoon he had an appointment with his own dentist. I asked him if I could go with him for the 5 minutes it would take to file a microscopic bit off either the crown or the tooth above. He says, no, you are putting me in a spot, it is not a grocer's. You will have to make an appointment. Second smack in the face of the day. So I rang the chap and he said I could go. When he looked, he was also reluctant to drill anything, all his interest on the future goodies and which possibilities we went over... eventually he did the stuff with the blue paper and drilled for 10 seconds. Bliss ensued. Was that difficult? I wonder how long it will last, the chap yesterday did not clean anything in my mouth or the crown. Just a blast of cement and in. Which seemed a bit odd at the time. But in retrospect...
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YOU GODDAMN FUCKING CUNT!

I put an ad in the company intranet saying we were looking for an apartment to rent for our daughter, a student.  Yeah, right, good luck with that, it's nearly impossible. 

But you, my colleague, called me and said friends of yours had an apartment, newly renovated, 720 bucks a month warm to rent.  You said they lived in Frankfurt and you were doing this for them as a favour.

We arranged a time to meet, came over to the apartment, looked around, were pleased with it, and said we'd take it.  You said great, I'll let them know it's gone. We shook hands on it.  You even gave us a speech at the end how nice it is these days that a young woman can get a start in life when it's so difficult these days, the market is so tight, yadda-yadda-yadda. 

But when the phone call from Frankfurt last night to arrange the signing this coming Thursday never came, we knew something was up. 

This morning, from Frankfurt, the reveal: Yeah, well, she should have known that we were looking for an older person, because it's mainly older people in the building and we don't think she would fit in.

 

You waste our time, you tell us our search is over, we make plans over lunch about the move, what we're going to have to buy to furnish it, we had even cancelled two other appointments to look at flats that day for this one, you tell us in no uncertain terms that the flat is ours, and then your so-called friend says it's fucking NOT?

I know where you work, lady.  I have your number, and it will be easy to find your office.  I am going to show up to your door tomorrow afternoon and just ask you in the friendliest of tones if you have anything to say. 

I would love to make a scene, call you a stupid fucking bitch to your face because you deserve to be called in public exactly what you are, but I know that would just get me fired for harassing a colleague, legal hassles, the whole nine yards.  I'm looking forward to our encounter anyway.

 

For what it's worth, we also have the number of your asshole friends in Frankfurt.  When all this has blown over, I'm going to call them up and say hey, remember me? I hope the older person you rented the apartment to DIES IN THE EASY CHAIR and nobody finds the body for weeks, so you'll be stuck with the cleanup.

Cunts.

Cunts.

Cunts.

 

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Just shut the fuck up with your Legallised Bullying!!!

 

"Please clean the snow from in front of you house, Its the law"...    ( By SMS...)

 

What the fuck are these folks all about?     Everyone in the vilage has a car... Only those who walk here are taking their dogs for a shit! ( Usuall on my meadow!)...   

 

I asked the postie... "How do you manage when someone hasnt cleared the snow"... He replied "We are a bit more careful!!"

 

I asked the Fucking numpty who sent me the message if he has the Phone number for God...  coz he needs to clear the snow from in front of his place just 2 doors down... 

 

"But Geoff, I am asking you as a friend... please do it"...    Well, non of the other neighbours have cleared the snow.. Nor has He cleared the snow from the front of his place!!

 

Fucking Bully!

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I'm so fucking sick of living in this fucking country today.

So many miserable,

fuckwitted,

mean-spirited,

mean-spirited,

terribly, terribly, mean-spirited people...

Get me the fuck out of here. If only it were that easy.

Gutless, selfish, narcissistic, dead but still alive, MEAN-SPIRITED arseholes...I wish they'd all fuck off and die.

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Not really a vent as I can barely breathe right now....I've just finally learned of many horrible family truths. I wish it were lies or exaggeration though it all fits with the fragments of my early memories and later speculations.  

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Stood up by Über for the second time last night. Once me and once Himself. Deleted app.

 

Fuckers still charge €5 when they don't show up.

 

Over it.

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There you are, yet another annoying female of 50-something blabbering in the middle of my work day, in the midst of a massive influx of customers about how I 'must have been having a bad day' when you last showed up (though I honestly don't remember you, and lady, I have a very good memory when it comes to faces, and those of people I can't stand) and how you have 'no Idea what I did wrong!' How much you like my smile! Lady, how long have you been carrying that baggage around? Get a life and let me get on with my job. 

 

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We are not clowns or circus animals but you make us feel that way. Great for a photo or three without so much as a please, thanks or good day. Please respect our art and stop gabbling non-stop in loud voices all through our performance. And stop cockling about like a drunk 15 cm from my bell-end. It will cost you(r insurance) several thousand if you break my horn.

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