Things that annoy you beyond reason...(Vol. 6)
Discussion
theplayingmantis said:
most people use journeycheck or national rail site on unfamiliar journeys to see when there likely to arrive or when a tannoy announcment occurs or look at google maps to see how far from the terminus they actually are...well anyone with common sense, and most tannoys announcements saying we will shortly be arriving at XXXX mean within the next minute or 2 in my fairly experienced train hopping all over the UK a few years ago at least.
as i already clarified - for me this is regular commuters with no luggage. but im sure you chose to ignore that as its you CC!
I take the same train most weeks, occasionally they announce the stop, somewhere between 10 seconds and 5 minutes before arrival, but most times they don't. It's quite difficult to judge speed at night too so its often hard to tell the train is slowing for the station. Hence I quite often stand at the door for a few minutes rather the mad dash to grab my stuff and run for the door at the last minute. as i already clarified - for me this is regular commuters with no luggage. but im sure you chose to ignore that as its you CC!
Some time back I went to pick up my wife from the station and she didn't get off. Turned out she was relying on the announcements and they announced the wrong station, so I had to drive to the next station, where the train announced the name of the previous station.
Annoying me this morning?
There are 1440 minutes in a day. I spend about 4 of them attending to my essential bodily functions. Even based on an 8 hour working day that's 480 minutes. So why is it that ParcelForce have, this morning, picked that exact 0.83% of their shift, or 0.28% of my day to try to deliver a parcel while i'm sat on the bloody throne!?!?!?!
I suppose I should be grateful that they didn't try to deliver while I was stood in Tesco wearing a blank look as I tried to remember what was on the shopping list I left on the kitchen counter, tucked under the edge of the fruitbowl...
There are 1440 minutes in a day. I spend about 4 of them attending to my essential bodily functions. Even based on an 8 hour working day that's 480 minutes. So why is it that ParcelForce have, this morning, picked that exact 0.83% of their shift, or 0.28% of my day to try to deliver a parcel while i'm sat on the bloody throne!?!?!?!
I suppose I should be grateful that they didn't try to deliver while I was stood in Tesco wearing a blank look as I tried to remember what was on the shopping list I left on the kitchen counter, tucked under the edge of the fruitbowl...
yellowjack said:
There are 1440 minutes in a day. I spend about 4 of them attending to my essential bodily functions. Even based on an 8 hour working day that's 480 minutes. So why is it that ParcelForce have, this morning, picked that exact 0.83% of their shift, or 0.28% of my day to try to deliver a parcel while i'm sat on the bloody throne!?!?!?!
It's always the way. I tried to game it by going for a poo when expecting a delivery so that it would arrive sooner, but it didn't work. Sod's Law is too clever for that and there is probably a Corollary somewhere in Sod's Law that states "If you rely on Sod's Law then it's Sod's Law that it won't happen". Clockwork Cupcake said:
It's always the way. I tried to game it by going for a poo when expecting a delivery so that it would arrive sooner, but it didn't work. Sod's Law is too clever for that and there is probably a Corollary somewhere in Sod's Law that states "If you rely on Sod's Law then it's Sod's Law that it won't happen".
I was sat on the toilet once, with the window slightly ajar as it was a bit of a whiffy one. Postie turns up with a parcel slightly too big for the letterbox, so he popped it through the open window 
Care Homes.
Specifically the "entertainment" provided for residents of said care homes.
My mother-in-law is a care home resident. She's physically frail and has had some mental health issues. She is 74 years old. Most of the care home residents are of a similar age. She was a teenager in the 1960s, and is a big fan of rock'n'roll from the period.
So what do the care home do? Yup, that's right, hire a singer to come in and sing Vera Lynn-esque "wartime standards" to the residents. For Christ's Sake?!? To have been an adult in 1945 you'd need to be 92 years old, ffs. There's only one resident in her 90s in the home, and she's confined to her bed.
Where are the singers specialising in the "standards" by the likes of Bill Haley, Elvis Presley, and Buddy Holly? Because that was what my mother-in-law would have preferred.
We'd popped in to see her and didn't want to interrupt the "entertainment", but when I saw her later in the week and I asked her what she'd thought of the singer, she was as sharp as a tack with a response of "I didn't go much on her".
I kinda get the emphasis on wartime songs at history festivals, etc, where there are large numbers of people in period costume and it's in keeping with the period being celebrated/commemorated, but why-oh-why is there still this assumption that the moment you turn 65 you suddenly, and inexplicably, know the words to We'll Meet Again off by heart?
When I turn 74 will I, too, for some unfathomable reason begin to crave a Sentimental Journey on the Chattanooga Choo Choo with a Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy for company? Or will I still want to listen to music from Blondie, Siouxsie Sioux, and OMD, through to Eminem, Biffy F
kin' Clyro, and Green Day?
Specifically the "entertainment" provided for residents of said care homes.
My mother-in-law is a care home resident. She's physically frail and has had some mental health issues. She is 74 years old. Most of the care home residents are of a similar age. She was a teenager in the 1960s, and is a big fan of rock'n'roll from the period.
So what do the care home do? Yup, that's right, hire a singer to come in and sing Vera Lynn-esque "wartime standards" to the residents. For Christ's Sake?!? To have been an adult in 1945 you'd need to be 92 years old, ffs. There's only one resident in her 90s in the home, and she's confined to her bed.
Where are the singers specialising in the "standards" by the likes of Bill Haley, Elvis Presley, and Buddy Holly? Because that was what my mother-in-law would have preferred.
We'd popped in to see her and didn't want to interrupt the "entertainment", but when I saw her later in the week and I asked her what she'd thought of the singer, she was as sharp as a tack with a response of "I didn't go much on her".
I kinda get the emphasis on wartime songs at history festivals, etc, where there are large numbers of people in period costume and it's in keeping with the period being celebrated/commemorated, but why-oh-why is there still this assumption that the moment you turn 65 you suddenly, and inexplicably, know the words to We'll Meet Again off by heart?
When I turn 74 will I, too, for some unfathomable reason begin to crave a Sentimental Journey on the Chattanooga Choo Choo with a Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy for company? Or will I still want to listen to music from Blondie, Siouxsie Sioux, and OMD, through to Eminem, Biffy F
kin' Clyro, and Green Day?yellowjack said:
Annoying me this morning?
There are 1440 minutes in a day. I spend about 4 of them attending to my essential bodily functions. Even based on an 8 hour working day that's 480 minutes. So why is it that ParcelForce have, this morning, picked that exact 0.83% of their shift, or 0.28% of my day to try to deliver a parcel while i'm sat on the bloody throne!?!?!?!
I suppose I should be grateful that they didn't try to deliver while I was stood in Tesco wearing a blank look as I tried to remember what was on the shopping list I left on the kitchen counter, tucked under the edge of the fruitbowl...
I have this problem, I'll spend as long as I can waiting for Amazon to deliver (as they deliver until 9pm around here) and then I check the GPS tracking, and it invariably says the driver is on the other side of the city, so I pop out to Asda, I'll drive as it's about a minute down the road, and I won't be more than 5 minutes out of the house, and the fThere are 1440 minutes in a day. I spend about 4 of them attending to my essential bodily functions. Even based on an 8 hour working day that's 480 minutes. So why is it that ParcelForce have, this morning, picked that exact 0.83% of their shift, or 0.28% of my day to try to deliver a parcel while i'm sat on the bloody throne!?!?!?!
I suppose I should be grateful that they didn't try to deliver while I was stood in Tesco wearing a blank look as I tried to remember what was on the shopping list I left on the kitchen counter, tucked under the edge of the fruitbowl...
king driver ALWAYS seems to magically arrive in the time I'm out. Doesn't seem to matter when I'm going either, it just seems like all the drivers are notified when I leave so they can make a beeline for mine!I have a mobile which is only used for receiving calls and texts - which EE have placed into hibernation because it hasn't been used to make a call recently.
The solution is to call customer service to get it reactivated - except I can't call them as you have to enter your mobile phone number to get put through and their system no longer recognises the number...
Customer services also apparently do not have an e-mail contact option
The solution is to call customer service to get it reactivated - except I can't call them as you have to enter your mobile phone number to get put through and their system no longer recognises the number...
Customer services also apparently do not have an e-mail contact option
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