Things that annoy you - Now with more than one person moaning

Kindly strawberry float off. Thank you.

Yeah we get the "needful" stuff as well.

Something else we also get when raising an IT ticket is "please kindly confirm the same".

Ironhide wrote:It doesn't even make sense.

I imagine it's one of those things that makes since if backtranslated into Indian.

Green Gecko wrote:It does make sense. The Indians are probably better spoken than the British anyway.

I try to avoid "-self" unless it seems to clarify where the focus/onus is on someone.

It makes sense but it's not great English unless you're from the late 19th century.

I'm surprised their English teachers or whoever else didn't just say to use necessary instead.

Preezy in these money supermarket adverts.

When white guys get too comfortable and make blatant racist jokes. I'm currently under investigation at work cause I slapped a guy across the face when he called gollywog or jollywog or whatever the strawberry float that racist word is. ''sup gollywog''...bitch meet the five fingers.

People who can't even get their own email address right, and/or sign up to social media by "guessing" or inventing email addresses on the spot. Not spammers, real people. I pointed out and explained this 4 times to someone on instagram (that doesn't require you to confirm your email to use it) who relinked my email to their instagram account 8 strawberry floating TIMES over the past few weeks, each time I revoked it. I mean, how long does it take to twig that you're not receiving the confirmation links because it's wrong?

This dipshit thought I was staking out a claim for "the green gecko" - they were, one of their last messages was "the green gecko is mine", and didn't understand the difference between that and spamming my 9 year old Gmail address. At that point I knew I might as well give up.

So finally I got pissed off unlinking it every other day, being brushed off by this giant noob and called them an idiot, explaining what they were doing, and why it was a security risk as well as wasting other people's time, again. I deleted my comments because I couldn't be arsed with it anymore, I block DMs from people who aren't mutual followers (which is why I wasn't seeing them), and I don't really "get" instagram anyway so don't really care for it. I couldn't find the bloody option for DMs because the app is barebones as gooseberry fool on Android (always has been) and I don't want to give someone direct access to me if they're this thick. Anyway, here's the result. Enjoy the insanity of this gooseberry fool. (It took them 3 weeks of registering my email to figure out what was wrong.)



I had to send them a strawberry floating screenshot of the email.

No matter how many times some dumbass enters someone else's email or just literally makes one up whether or not it exists, instagram keeps sending you account confirmation emails. For 3 strawberry floating weeks. Jesus, strawberry float off.

Next time this happens, I'm resetting the password and deleting the account. It's strawberry floating annoying.

Oh and I really wanted to point out that a gecko IS a lizard but I managed to resist. My favourite part is calling me a "fake hacker" and asking me not to "frame" their boyfriend for, what exactly, I have no idea.

Anyway rant over, I hope I didn't spoil her poor bae's nap. I'm not sure I've ever had a more unintelligible interaction on the Internet over something so stupid.

This reminds me of the time at uni someone signed up for Facebook using the email address all.students@[university].ac.uk because they thought that was their email address. Chaos ensued as all 4000 students received a shitslide of emails every day for weeks about pointless gooseberry fool

Green Gecko wrote:This reminds me of the time at uni someone signed up for Facebook using the email address all.students@[university].ac.uk because they thought that was their email address. Chaos ensued as all 4000 students received a shitslide of emails every day for weeks about pointless gooseberry fool

some guy was just sat next to me on thw bus chewing gum in the most disgusting way possible. all you could hear was his mouth making weird slapping noises. Ugh.

Dblock wrote:When white guys get too comfortable and make blatant racist jokes. I'm currently under investigation at work cause I slapped a guy across the face when he called gollywog or jollywog or whatever the strawberry float that racist word is. ''sup gollywog''...bitch meet the five fingers.

That is bang out of order. But it isn't just whites who do this, a Pakistani manager I used to work with would regularly make racist "oh so funny" jokes towards a Chinese employee.

Colleagues.

Now I generally despise people anyway, let alone having to be surrounded by them for 8 hours a day in an open-plan office environment. However, I've learned to tolerate it over the years, but every now and then you get some who just tip you over the edge. There are 3 women here who drive me nuts. Constantly talking to each other. Two of them chatting and not involving the other one? She'll pipe up with "What's that? What's happened?!", as if they can't possibly have a conversation without her. The slightest period of quiet is met with "why is it so quiet in here today?". So much gossiping. So much inane chatter. A need to let the whole office know about everything. They need the toilet? Better tell the whole office by announcing it at the top of their voice. Hungry? Thirsty? Tired? Same logic applies. Loud throat clearing every few minutes. Random outbursts of singing. They're like little children; a need to be the centre of attention, constantly complaining about being bored, desperately craving approval of others, etc. Drives me nuts.

Lotus wrote:Colleagues.

Now I generally despise people anyway, let alone having to be surrounded by them for 8 hours a day in an open-plan office environment. However, I've learned to tolerate it over the years, but every now and then you get some who just tip you over the edge. There are 3 women here who drive me nuts. Constantly talking to each other. Two of them chatting and not involving the other one? She'll pipe up with "What's that? What's happened?!", as if they can't possibly have a conversation without her. The slightest period of quiet is met with "why is it so quiet in here today?". So much gossiping. So much inane chatter. A need to let the whole office know about everything. They need the toilet? Better tell the whole office by announcing it at the top of their voice. Hungry? Thirsty? Tired? Same logic applies. Loud throat clearing every few minutes. Random outbursts of singing. They're like little children; a need to be the centre of attention, constantly complaining about being bored, desperately craving approval of others, etc. Drives me nuts.

Do they like crisps?

Thankfully not. But they sure as hell like sweets. And cakes. And doughnuts. And toast. And chocolate. And eating all of those things while complaining about how fat they are/will be.

A lot of text sounds like how I am in work. I feel bad.

Knoyleo wrote:Preezy in these money supermarket adverts.

Bring this imposter before me and I shall show him the true nature of the Lord of Destruction!

I don't even get royalties

Lotus wrote:Thankfully not. But they sure as hell like sweets. And cakes. And doughnuts. And toast. And chocolate. And eating all of those things while complaining about how fat they are/will be.

Do they like sex?

Shite parking.


Or to be specific, doing a shite job of parking a car that is loaded to the gills with technology designed to make it easy to park. At that point it isn't incompetence its just being a banana split.

Using a public loo, washing and drying your hands then going to open the door as you leave to find the handle wet. Makes me want to puke.

Worst is when you have no idea what's making it wet and hoping it's just water.

Bloody animals.

If it's a public toilet with paper towels, I usually operate the taps & door handle with a paper towel. Otherwise I'll try to use the sleeve of my shirt, or only touch them with my little finger. I have noticed myself becoming slightly germophobic of late though, so maybe that's not entirely healthy...

Cheeky Devlin wrote:Using a public loo, washing and drying your hands then going to open the door as you leave to find the handle wet. Makes me want to puke.

Worst is when you have no idea what's making it wet and hoping it's just water.

Bloody animals.

I guarantee it wasn't just water.