i am really at my wits end here when it comes to cleaning the house! i have a great husben don't get me wrong he is awesome! but DO I REALLY NEED TO GET YELLED AT WHEN HE GETS HOME FROM WORK ABOUT THE HOUSE BEING A MESS! like i don't have a screaming 2yr old that i am trying to potty traine and dishes that i have to do and laundry that needs to get done u get home u wanna knit pick about the house! huh! i don't even get a chance to game as much cuz i am on mommy duite all day long! i love doing things for my family but geez! he has tyhe nerve to go there! when he gets homw i am so happy and relived cuz i am thinking " he's here now i can at lessed get the stuff that i couldn't do done" no he aske me y the house is a mess y this or that is broken and what happend with an attitude attached! then he sits down on the pc and doesn't move for atlessed an hour! i thought he was supposed to come home and help me out! i understand that ur tired form a longe day of work but were's my break time! then ( here's the kicker) he asks me hours later do i need help when everything is all done! ( fire and smoke from my head)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I work my arse of in this crappy job just to get more hassle, stupid rules etc. Then after being the best performer in the team when covering child benefit calls last year I am the ONLY one in the team that doesn't get picked to do it! Apparently because "only a certain number of part time staff can do it so names were put in a hat and yours wasn't chosen". So basicallly I'm discriminated against because I'm not well enough to do a full time day. So totally peed off you can stick it I won't be busting a gut anymore I will do the job and go home, that's it!
GRRRRR! hate it when my doc keeps telling me what i can and cannot do! jesus christ I know what i can do and cant do for the past 6 years! so stop telling me!
and how long does it take the UPS to deliver my stuff! GAHHH!
I just hate it when people say that they will commit to things, but they put it behind them and don't do it
When your a editor for any published article such as a magazine - Even just small ones, from my stand point this just frustrates me (there are deadlines for a reason)
We have one elevator working today on my side of the hospital. Unfortunately I am on the top floor so this is the only side that I can take. Meanwhile the gal who is manning the elevator doesn't understand the simple concept of taking everyone who is going UP before switching over to taking people down. I just had to walk 9 floors (with a bad knee) because she takes someone to 5, then someone to 3, then someone to 8, then... ARGH!!!!
Grrr @ people that think they can walk into a jewellers and claim an article of jewellery without any form of ID at all and then get mad at the shop assistants when they're not allowed to have it.
At least you can play Fable 3 - I have the special edition, first game I ever pre-ordered and my xbox died 2/3 days before it arrived the box is sitting there just waiting to be played
My mother-in-law is seriously pissing me off. Luckily, my wife and I are close and we don't let her crap get to us. We live with family and while half of the time it's great, the other half is horrible.
Take this last week for instance. She was sick and requested my aide. I did everything she asked. We got off work, ran to the store for her. I took care of her, etc.
What does she say to me? "I can finally understand why Jen married you." It's like, a compliment mixed with an insult. She's been doing this a lot lately. And it's been three years and I - WE - have done a lot for her.
Than, since that night (that was Saturday) she's been saying "I love you, Angie" and I say I love her too, etc. A part of me hoped she was finally being nice, but I could just feel that this would be like every other time.
I was right. Tonight she has found any and every little thing to blow up at me for. And they are so stupid. Like "Angie, did you see my wooden fork for stirring?" and I say "I did, I used it when I made my juice. Here let me get it." "NO! Don't bother!" and than she started banging and slamming stuff.
Jen had to grow up with this, so she's fairly used to it. But she hates that it's happening. We've both tried speaking up, but there is nothing we can do until we're out on our own.
And than, she knocked on our door and gave Jen dinner and nothing for me. Now, neither of us asked for dinner and yes, I can make my own. But she did it to like, rub it in my face that she was made at me and not at Jen. She does this often and we think it's horrible. I'm just thankful Jen see's through her BS!
the box is sitting there just waiting to be played
