Things that annoy you beyond reason...(Vol 4)
Discussion
All that jazz said:
Negative Creep said:
Manager who tired to refuse me compassionate leave to attend my granddad's funeral, before I was able to point out that was a breach of company policy
In a similar vein I reckon I can beat that. My Old Dear passed away on Sunday lunchtime and I had a work assignment that night. Not being in the best state of mind at the time I rang the planning manager (also a friend) to ask if he could arrange cover for me which was not a problem and passed on condolences etc as one might expect. As a courtesy and after-thought I sent a text to the agency who I contract through on this job to let them know my Old Dear had passed away but I'd spoken to X and he was sorting out cover so nothing to worry about. The reply I received back :"OK but in future tell me before telling X. We have now lost that booking that someone else could of had and earned us that money".
Whilst he is correct about them being the first point of contact in such circumstances (and in hindsight, etc..) I thought his reply brought a whole new meaning to the definition of 'insensitive'.
This must have happened over thirty years ago and the 'boss' still gets the pish ripped out of him for it.
The new automatic sliding doors in the lobby at work. They take so long to detect you approaching that you walk up to them and actually have to stop and wait for a few seconds before they open and you can enter the building.
Yes, I know - it's a pathetic thing to get annoyed about. But it does annoy me.
Yes, I know - it's a pathetic thing to get annoyed about. But it does annoy me.
Edited by DataHamster on Friday 11th December 12:12
Hard-faced liars.
Such as the "lady" who drove straight into the back of my car this morning as she tried to randomly tried to place hers in the space next to me.
She clearly hadn't realised that I was actually in the car as she had about two more goes to get past by simply revving her car harder without actually realising that mine wasn't going to get out of the way.
Finally she backed up and managed to get into the space. I got out as she emerged in a cloud of cigarette smoke whilst still holding her phone to her ear mid-conversation.
Me: "Excuse me, did you not notice you bumped into me?"
Her: "Did I f*** bump you"
Me: "I was sitting in the car, you shunted me forwards then tried to push me out of the way. There is a dent here in my bumper and a scrape on yours"
Her: "Look, I'm on the phone here. If you think I hit you, f***ing prove it"
With that, she staggered off, fag in one hand, phone in the other, grinning all over her make-up-applied-at-clown-school-with-blunderbussed face.
As a PHer I of coursequickly applied a takedown followed by a short but satisfying burst of ground and pound. I then slashed all of her tyres and relieved myself over the dashboard took photos of the incident and have requested copies of the CCTV from a nearby shop.
The lesson, as ever, is clear. Don't, under any circumstances, give the general public any chance to get within 100 feet of you.
Such as the "lady" who drove straight into the back of my car this morning as she tried to randomly tried to place hers in the space next to me.
She clearly hadn't realised that I was actually in the car as she had about two more goes to get past by simply revving her car harder without actually realising that mine wasn't going to get out of the way.
Finally she backed up and managed to get into the space. I got out as she emerged in a cloud of cigarette smoke whilst still holding her phone to her ear mid-conversation.
Me: "Excuse me, did you not notice you bumped into me?"
Her: "Did I f*** bump you"
Me: "I was sitting in the car, you shunted me forwards then tried to push me out of the way. There is a dent here in my bumper and a scrape on yours"
Her: "Look, I'm on the phone here. If you think I hit you, f***ing prove it"
With that, she staggered off, fag in one hand, phone in the other, grinning all over her make-up-applied-at-clown-school-with-blunderbussed face.
As a PHer I of course
The lesson, as ever, is clear. Don't, under any circumstances, give the general public any chance to get within 100 feet of you.
DataHamster said:
The new automatic sliding doors in the lobby at work. They take so long to detect you approaching that you walk up to them and actually have to stop and wait for a few seconds before they open and you can enter the building.
Yes, I know - it's a pathetic thing to get annoyed about. But it does annoy me.
They open pretty quickly when you're just walking past, though!Yes, I know - it's a pathetic thing to get annoyed about. But it does annoy me.
Edited by DataHamster on Friday 11th December 12:12
Tidybeard said:
Hard-faced liars.
Such as the "lady" who drove straight into the back of my car this morning as she tried to randomly tried to place hers in the space next to me.
She clearly hadn't realised that I was actually in the car as she had about two more goes to get past by simply revving her car harder without actually realising that mine wasn't going to get out of the way.
Finally she backed up and managed to get into the space. I got out as she emerged in a cloud of cigarette smoke whilst still holding her phone to her ear mid-conversation.
Me: "Excuse me, did you not notice you bumped into me?"
Her: "Did I f*** bump you"
Me: "I was sitting in the car, you shunted me forwards then tried to push me out of the way. There is a dent here in my bumper and a scrape on yours"
Her: "Look, I'm on the phone here. If you think I hit you, f***ing prove it"
With that, she staggered off, fag in one hand, phone in the other, grinning all over her make-up-applied-at-clown-school-with-blunderbussed face.
As a PHer I of coursequickly applied a takedown followed by a short but satisfying burst of ground and pound. I then slashed all of her tyres and relieved myself over the dashboard took photos of the incident and have requested copies of the CCTV from a nearby shop.
The lesson, as ever, is clear. Don't, under any circumstances, give the general public any chance to get within 100 feet of you.
I wouldn't have been anywhere near that polite.Such as the "lady" who drove straight into the back of my car this morning as she tried to randomly tried to place hers in the space next to me.
She clearly hadn't realised that I was actually in the car as she had about two more goes to get past by simply revving her car harder without actually realising that mine wasn't going to get out of the way.
Finally she backed up and managed to get into the space. I got out as she emerged in a cloud of cigarette smoke whilst still holding her phone to her ear mid-conversation.
Me: "Excuse me, did you not notice you bumped into me?"
Her: "Did I f*** bump you"
Me: "I was sitting in the car, you shunted me forwards then tried to push me out of the way. There is a dent here in my bumper and a scrape on yours"
Her: "Look, I'm on the phone here. If you think I hit you, f***ing prove it"
With that, she staggered off, fag in one hand, phone in the other, grinning all over her make-up-applied-at-clown-school-with-blunderbussed face.
As a PHer I of course
The lesson, as ever, is clear. Don't, under any circumstances, give the general public any chance to get within 100 feet of you.
neelyp said:
All that jazz said:
Negative Creep said:
Manager who tired to refuse me compassionate leave to attend my granddad's funeral, before I was able to point out that was a breach of company policy
In a similar vein I reckon I can beat that. My Old Dear passed away on Sunday lunchtime and I had a work assignment that night. Not being in the best state of mind at the time I rang the planning manager (also a friend) to ask if he could arrange cover for me which was not a problem and passed on condolences etc as one might expect. As a courtesy and after-thought I sent a text to the agency who I contract through on this job to let them know my Old Dear had passed away but I'd spoken to X and he was sorting out cover so nothing to worry about. The reply I received back :"OK but in future tell me before telling X. We have now lost that booking that someone else could of had and earned us that money".
Whilst he is correct about them being the first point of contact in such circumstances (and in hindsight, etc..) I thought his reply brought a whole new meaning to the definition of 'insensitive'.
This must have happened over thirty years ago and the 'boss' still gets the pish ripped out of him for it.
Unfortunately, I can better all of those. 
My auntie used to work as a home carer. During one of her shifts she received a call from my cousin saying that her husband had collapsed and died at Liverpool Street Station. (heart attack)
When she phoned up the agency to explain the situation she was told that she would have to finish her shift or wouldn't be paid and that the company did not offer compassionate leave and in fact thought it was completely unnecessary!
Needless to say she left that company shortly afterwards.
My auntie used to work as a home carer. During one of her shifts she received a call from my cousin saying that her husband had collapsed and died at Liverpool Street Station. (heart attack)
When she phoned up the agency to explain the situation she was told that she would have to finish her shift or wouldn't be paid and that the company did not offer compassionate leave and in fact thought it was completely unnecessary!
Needless to say she left that company shortly afterwards.
crostonian said:
It's approaching the season of the 'unprofessional drinker'. They come to the bar ordering one drink at a time, leave Guinness till last, have to go back to their party to check if x wants ice, medium or large etc and eventually when the time to pay arrives they take 2 minutes searching through their purse/wallet. They also may ask to have a sample of the real ale, have no idea which lager to have in their shandy and worst of all they will say 'Can I get a xxxxx.........'. t
ts
A drinker, 'professional' or not, is a customer whose money is as good as anybody elses.tsThey should be treated with respect and courtesy.
The fact that they 'do not know how to order' is irrelevant. An order is an order, with money in the till at the end of the transaction.
Poor attitude to customer service.
WD39 said:
A drinker, 'professional' or not, is a customer whose money is as good as anybody elses.
They should be treated with respect and courtesy.
The fact that they 'do not know how to order' is irrelevant. An order is an order, with money in the till at the end of the transaction.
Poor attitude to customer service.
You can serve 10 people who know what the hell it is they want in the time it takes to serve a ditherer. Especially when many of those 10 may be repeat customers and the ditherer is not. So you do the maths, Einstein. They should be treated with respect and courtesy.
The fact that they 'do not know how to order' is irrelevant. An order is an order, with money in the till at the end of the transaction.
Poor attitude to customer service.
WD39 said:
crostonian said:
It's approaching the season of the 'unprofessional drinker'. They come to the bar ordering one drink at a time, leave Guinness till last, have to go back to their party to check if x wants ice, medium or large etc and eventually when the time to pay arrives they take 2 minutes searching through their purse/wallet. They also may ask to have a sample of the real ale, have no idea which lager to have in their shandy and worst of all they will say 'Can I get a xxxxx.........'. tts
A drinker, 'professional' or not, is a customer whose money is as good as anybody elses.tsThey should be treated with respect and courtesy.
The fact that they 'do not know how to order' is irrelevant. An order is an order, with money in the till at the end of the transaction.
Poor attitude to customer service.
Just now I've spent several hours looking for my wallet to go to the supermarket.
Then another household member arrives home at 15:55.
Me: "Have you seen my wallet?"
Her: "Yes, it was in your jacket pocket so I put it in this drawer."
Me: "Why the fk would you do that?"
Her: "I thought you'd like it."
Now the supermarket is closed. WTF was that about?
Then another household member arrives home at 15:55.
Me: "Have you seen my wallet?"
Her: "Yes, it was in your jacket pocket so I put it in this drawer."
Me: "Why the f
k would you do that?"Her: "I thought you'd like it."
Now the supermarket is closed. WTF was that about?
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