The Ranting Thread!, put up your rant today! Options

[I_am_the_best]

I've just spent three years researching and working out ways to convert math into music, in particular the Fibonacci sequence. Just found out today that it has already been done. Many times. Grraarr. Three years work down the drain. Hmph.

[SPEAKERfortheLOS...]

I have just spent a year studing and preparing for a Cisco certification test only to show up today, the day of the test, and be told that the certification that I was going for is no longer offered by that company, this is after I had PAID a month ago to take it. RAT BASTARD!

[oscarhilton]

You know what really ginds my gears? People from the 18th century...

[Daria]

I will substitute a certain four letter word begining in F and ending in K that isn't fork, for lamp to give the mods a break. Oh, and

Lamping friend! I am already annoyed and lamping lamped off this evening for no real reason, and he just goes and makes it lamping worse. He doesn't even lamping care even when I told him.

Lamping Boys, lamping lampity friends.

[Novander]

I was told today I've got to demo my final year project at 9am tomorrow. This gives me zero time to even check to see if my project runs on the computers at uni. Lamp that! The guy sent me the email at 3:30. Even if I'd seen it straight away, that would only have given me an hour to get to uni and check that everything works, and fix anything that didn't.

So I'm pretty screwed. I've got no way to test it before tomorrow, and no way of getting in contact with the guy before the demo. And it's lamping annoying because I know this program works on my computer, does what I want it to and does it well. I will get so pissed off tomorrow if it doesn't work, and I'm screwed out of 20% of the marks for this thing because this lamper didn't give me fair warning.

[voices_in_my_hea...]

Daria, I think you've started a trend...

Who the lamp designed the bathing suits this year? They're all so ugly, and if they're even decent-looking, they're in a size 8 or bigger! All I ask for is a decent-looking bathing suit that I can wear in front of my family at the reunion... Yeah. I sweat the small stuff.

[Feyliya]

Why is Randy so lamping touchie these days? I swear, it's like he's got perma-PMS. I just want to smack him sometimes. He's wearing me down with his drama.

[trunks_girl26]

Daria, I think you've started a trend...

Who the lamp designed the bathing suits this year? They're all so ugly, and if they're even decent-looking, they're in a size 8 or Smaller! All I ask for is a decent-looking bathing suit that I can wear in front of my family at the reunion... Yeah. I sweat the small stuff.

There we go.....fixed it for you <.<

Being big doesn't make it easier, it makes it harder, I promise.


As for my rant....I'm currently living at home. 'Nuff said.

[voices_in_my_hea...]

We obviously need to trade off wherever we're shopping...

Really, my problem isn't finding a bathing suit that fits me, it's finding a bathing suit that covers more than your average how-to-wash tag.

[{Gothic Angel}]

Bump.

No parent should tell their children they are fat and need to lose weight unless it becomes a serious health problem.
No parent should insist upon their child being adult and mature and then use this as an excuse to put them down at every possible occasion, constantly picking and bitching ins criticising for no reason until the "child" gives in out of sheer frustration.
No parent should tell their child that "they never enjoy any time we spend together because they're constantly waiting for the child to have a go at them".
No parent should take personal offence at every sentence their child says - even positive things are being twisted into personal attacks.

I'm not allowed to respect her opinion. I'm not allowed to ask questions. I'm not allowed to be upset over things in my life which have nothing to do with her. I have to sit and watch her sickening public displays of affection with her boyfriend, but I'm not allowed to cuddle mine in front of her. I can't have my own opinion, or if I can, it's wrong and an excuse to patronise me. I know nothing about the world, am immature, am lazy, am selfish, "hate" her. Everything I do is an attempt to destroy her life. I *know* other people's parents don't behave like this, because she's had a go at me for no reason in front of friends and parents of friends and no small number of them have mentioned the unreasonableness to me in private. Yes, she was the parent who looked after us when dad left, yes she was the responsible one, but that does not entitle her to treat us like she is a hard done by, put-upon saint who is cursed with two devil spawn children.

I am f*cking mature for my age. I'd be f*cking mature for a thirty year old. I am responsible about making arrangements and calling home, I respect other people, I work hard, I try to sort out problems maturely and reasonably. Yes, I don't always get it right, but frankly, neither do so-called "adults, and I don't need my face rubbed in my own shortcomings incessently. I can't remember the last compliment I had from mum, yet she constantly fishes for them, and is emotionally manipulative if we don't give them to her. Sometimes, I'm emotionally immature, but can I honestly be blamed for that? I've lived in a house where any sign of emotion at all is considered a sign of weakness, a point which can be attacked in future, or just a lack of maturity and "hysteria". I feel everything much more acutely than a lot of other people - that's not mum's fault, it's just a mental thing, and I don't need to live with this. Yes, I'm leaving in 2 months, but I don't want to leave my sister alone with this, and I want to be able to have a home I can come back to without apprehesion.

I don't condone how my dad did it (he had an affair), but I do know why he left. I'm just so tired of fighting all the time.

[Cookieflair]

I dont think i have ever noticed this thread before.....
i may rant in it one day.

hmmm spam i think

[elphaba2]

*bump*

(inhales)
I had a really lamping stupid day. I fell asleep in my history class, and got irately poked awake by the teacher (who didn't even lamping say anything, just poked me in the shoulder and lamping embarrassed me beyond belief.) I blew off an assignment worth a good chunk of my average, beast-typed half of it up at the last minute and panted all the way to the other side of the lamping school to hand it in before the last bell, and I got a break that I'm not sure I deserved, and I'm not even lamping sure that I can finish the stupid thing before tomorrow, which makes me feel like something from the bottom of a well. I fall asleep in the guy's class, hand in a terrible assignment last-minute, ask for a break and get one--it makes me feel like an overstressed GPA monster.

I'm getting dragged into something I don't want to be involved with for the lamping theater at my school, and I can't say no because it's a friend of my mother's organizing it. I haven't had any proper time to myself but at the same time it's like I waste every spare minute I manage to get. The lamping cultural arts director of my school was condescending to me twice today about my artwork, which isn't awesome, I know, but still doesn't deserve the way she reacted to it.

I might not get to see my dad cross the finish line at the Boston Marathon, because of stupid rules about leaving school trips early. My viola playing has sucked the big one recently, and I don't have time to practice. I couldn't get a lamping ride from anyone today and had to walk the two miles home with my backpack and no money in my pockets because I'm saving for things I may never get.

And I still want a higher GPA. I don't know what's wrong with me.


(ah, rant over.)

[Righteous]

Why didn't I just bring our computer to the damn LAN party for all my computer nerds to work on? Why did I let Rick let one of his friends look at it? Why must I resort to using the computers of others?

Why wom't my mom mellow out and let me take my little sister to see Flyleaf? The kid is brilliant and very mature for her age, for God's sake.

[voices_in_my_hea...]

Oh wow. It's back.

Quick note: in case you for some reason couldn't figure it out, this isn't aimed at anyone on here....just so ya know.

If you don't like the lamping drama, then why would you go out of your way to cause all of it? You stomp off saying how everyone hates you and the world's out to get you and life sucks even though everyone around you is being as nice as possible towards you. And stop trying to talk me out of a desicion that I've already made, you're not convincing anyone and it's not like I really value your opinion anyway. So, chill the lamp out, things solve themselves if you would just leave them the lamp alone and stop creating uneeded drama.

....I feel better.

[froggle-rock]

I swear on my prettiest shoes that if I ever come face to face with the lamphead who decided to lamping steal my lamping mobile of the lamping table in the pub I was in last night, I will shove it so far up his lamping bum-hole he'll choke, having to split it out, then I'll shove it through the lampers right lamping nostril and pull it out his lamping left ear. See how he lamping-well likes that, the lamping lamper.

Ahh, that felt good. I'll write one o my long standing rants now.


Why the lamp do people not remove the lamping labels from the bottom of their lamping shoes before they wear them in public? In front of me? I mean, really! For lamp's sake. It's the white stickers on black soles. Might as well be flashing LEDs on the sole. I mean really, high heels with dirty stickers half hanging off. Just no, okay. No. Just follow these simple steps:

Buy shoes -> remove stickers -> wear shoes -> No SSR* looks from Froggie-Pie


*Shoe Sticker Rage

[Daria]

I swear on my prettiest shoes that if I ever come face to face with the lamphead who decided to lamping steal my lamping mobile of the lamping table in the pub I was in last night, I will shove it so far up his lamping bum-hole he'll choke, having to split it out, then I'll shove it through the lampers right lamping nostril and pull it out his lamping left ear. See how he lamping-well likes that, the lamping lamper.

Ahh, that felt good. I'll write one o my long standing rants now.


Why the lamp do people not remove the lamping labels from the bottom of their lamping shoes before they wear them in public? In front of me? I mean, really! For lamp's sake. It's the white stickers on black soles. Might as well be flashing LEDs on the sole. I mean really, high heels with dirty stickers half hanging off. Just no, okay. No. Just follow these simple steps:

Buy shoes -> remove stickers -> wear shoes -> No SSR* looks from Froggie-Pie


*Shoe Sticker Rage

I explained how much that annoys me, to someone the otherday! But they just looked at me and asked me why it really mattered. I couldn't really give them an answer.

[Sir Psycho Sexy]

I think my Mum just got in a huff with me for not dropping what I was doing to go to the chippy and buy her something to eat... wtl?

[CrazyFooIAintGet...]

I have an essay due wednesday and I'm nowhere near finished and I'm not getting anywhere mainly due to not understanding anything I'm supposed to be writing about arghhh.

AND then I have like a million exams to look forward to because some lamping lamphead decided "oh what the lamp, lets have all the exams for the entire year at once in two weeks at the end when everyones forgotten everything, that sounds like a sensible idea everyone will love"

lamp physics, I just don't care anymore

[voices_in_my_hea...]

Oh, man. I have one helluva rant, and that's why i'm bringing this super, super old thread back to life.

I have this manager I work with. She's a huge, huge, HUGE b*tch (a word which will be replaced by um...B? I'm not very creative.)
Anyway, the past few weeks she's actually been very sweet, and I've gotten along with her. And I will give her credit where it's due: she arranged it so I could go home from work early so I could study for my AP test tomorrow morning.
ANYWAY.
Dear B Manager:
I have a few points to make to you.
1) Don't yell at me because an order takes longer than three seconds for me to hand out. I am doing something that customers appreciate - treating them as humans and being polite to them instead of throwing their bag of food at them.
2) I am not magical. I can not read your mind, nor can I do every single thing that needs to be done, the moment you want me to. Don't expect me to.
3) I understand that this job sucks. I know you don't want to be here. That is, however, no reason whatsoever to come into work and take your bad mood out on everyone else. All that does is put us all in a bad mood, and possibly make us all want to stick your face in the deep fryer. None of us enjoy this job. Make it a bit easier, and at least seethe about your dead-end career silently. Thanks.
4) Everything I say to you is not, nor should it be interpreted as, an insult. I'm a polite person. You are not. Understand this, and accept your B-ness.
5) Also understand that the reason I'm occasionally a complete smartass to you, and why I don't respect you, is because you do not respect me. You are not the law. You are a manager at a fast-food resturaunt. And, unlike me, you probably will always be. This does not give you power over me.
6) I would also like to point out that though I do talk to my coworkers a lot, I am doing work while talking. I am one of the few people who constantly keep busy. So don't yell at me when I stop moving for three seconds, mkay?
7) One more thing I'd like to point out to you: I truely do make every effort to be nice to you. And not fake nice, either. There have been several times that I've purposely brought up topics I know you like to talk about, just for the sake of making nice and trying to make work more enjoyable for everyone. I joke with you because I know that if you would just lighten up and realise not everything is a huge deal, everyone in the resturaunt would be happier, therefor more productive, therefor not getting on your nerves. So when I make an honest attempt to be nice, or to make you laugh, or even ask you what you would like me to do next, how about appreciating my efforts to get along with a sociopathic power-crazed B like you, instead of taking it as an insult.

Oh, and when you see one of your co-workers crying (not me, for anyone who is actually reading this) and they tellyou it is because their aunt died and they just found out, the appropriate response is NOT "Grow up. People die. Get over it."
I mean, LAMP, woman, it's like you're TRYING to be a horrible person.
I have tried to understand your point of view, I have tried to be nice to you, I have tried to just ignore your hurtful comments.
None of these things have worked, apparently, and the fact that you've actually been pleasent to be around the past month (up until today) was apparently some sort of front.

Anyway, the point of this whole letter than you will never read is this:
On the day that i quit that job, if you are still (god forbid) working there, I am taking a huge, phat dump on the hood of your car.
Love,
Your pissed off employee.

[Mata]

She sounds a bit like an utter lamp I used to work for. There were many examples of his lampishness, but one thing always galled me was this: when you've been friends with someone for ages, you're absolutely comfortable with them, you're on an even playing field, and you both know you're happy, then it's fine for you to insult each other because you both know it's a joke. When you're the head of a studio employing 200 people, you can't just skip the 'getting to be friends' bit and insult people right to their face and expect them to think it's a joke because you are their boss and you are a grumpy lamp and you would explode with rage if they ever did it back to you. In fact it's just bullying when you do that. He was an utter lamp and this is only a small example of his lampness.

I'm sorry you still have to work with B but, like you say, you won't be there forever and maybe she will.

[Mr Fuzzy]

Ooh, ranting.
Expect me here soon!

[Daria]

I love that "lamp" is still being used in this thread

[Daria]

P.s *hugs* for Voices

[Yannick]

^ I was attempting to discern what "lamp" was an acronym for after failing to find it on Urbandictionary. "Loathsomely annoying meanie pants" was the best I could do. ..Then I command+f'd the thread. ;P

My German teacher and I (..and everyone else) have been clashing since the first few weeks of school. It started off fairly bad; the transition from a super sweet teacher to any other teacher is usually a hard one, but it's even more intolerable when that teacher is a total b*tch. The first day she pretty much strode in, addressed us with a "I can be a nice person, but I have zero tolerance for silliness, irresponsibility, and talking out of turn. I will kick you out of my classroom. Open your books." Now, okay, strict teachers all say that. She's the first teacher to actually be completely honest and stick to it.

It's like, yeah, okay, go ahead and declare your authority, but realize how lampin' unrealistic those expectations are. Half the class doesn't want to be here anyway, you're only encouraging them to skip your class. The worst part is that if you say *anything* to anyone, she'll spin off into a five minute rant about how the person is distracting the ENTIRE class and jeopardizing the grades of his/her friends because she can't teach. Speaking of not teaching? She CAN'T. It's my own freaking language, are you seriously going to turn into a lunatic on me when I tell you you're pronouncing/doing something wrong? You know those friends whose grades I'm destroying by asking for a pen? I'm so lamping happy you want them to fail the orals that aren't overseen and evaluated by you.

So her being a cranky b*tch aside, here are a few things that should make her actually lose her fecking job.
1. I was complaining about something, as is natural with having to do pointless assignments. She told me to "Shut up and stop b*tching already." So I texted my mom, who called an administrator, who e-mailed her during that class period. She actually tried to proceed with writing me up for using my phone during class. It didn't happen.
2. A few friends and I were spontaneously giggling over something, and it was one of those really enjoyable ones where your stomach is KILLING you and you just can't stop. "You three - GET THE F**K OUT OF MY CLASSROOM. I'm writing detentions." We left. Straight to the dean's office. WHY does she still have her job?
3. ..She shouldn't actually get fired for this one, but it was kinda inappropriate. I can't even remember what we were laughing about. It was something completely unrelated to her, and basically she would turn to write something on the board, we would laugh, she'd turn around, we'd stop, then start again, and yeah. I forgot to stop laughing after she turned around and this followed. Her: Izzy! I'm glad everything is so amusing. Me: ...Uhh.. Yeah... Life. Pretty sweet. Her: Do you find it funny that my father died over Spring Break? The class: :0 Me: *totally don't know what to say* Uh.. No- Josh: What does that have to do with the class? Class: :0 *pause* *dispersed laughter*
It wasn't actually funny. We were just so stunned at Josh's comment that.. I don't know. It wasn't conscious, you know? She resumed teaching, and we were quiet. But woah.
4. I sorta spaced out, and answered a question without thinking. She told me to go back to sleep. Today she yelled at people for sleeping. I'm sorry, didn't you just give us permission to sleep?
5. She constantly insults other teachers. Stfu, no one likes you.
6. Okay, so today. She assigns two of the short response activities, there's like 15 minutes left in class. I finish while she's explaining them, and pack up. Her: New rule. If you pack up or close your book before I'm done teaching, you'll be the last person to leave the classroom. So everyone packed up, hahaha. Her: Stay two minutes after the bell. Anita: I'll be late to my next class! Her: Not my problem. *bell rings* *everyone leaves before she can protest*

..I don't feel like I'm doing a good enough job explaining how nasty of a person she is. She's that teacher that takes her personal life out on her students, whom she doesn't even like. It's just... euuuugh. Here's her Rate My Teacher.

[Pikasyuu]

andy has three days left here and wants to chillax again - however, i have banned my car from use and will be walking everywhere, i don't want to put his brother out, sat and sun are booked, friday has only a four hour time window, and my aunt is considering getting a mani/pedi for it. my inherent fear of disappointing awesome people is officially EATING ME ALIVE.