Another ebay moan. Selling some items that are collection only, in the description it clearly says, in bold - "cash on collection only please, no PayPal". Yet twice recently I've been paid via PayPal. It has to be selected in order to list items and "requires immediate payment" is not selected. Why can't people just read and oblige.
And another. Hermes managed to deliver an empty envelope yesterday which had clearly been opened and the contents removed. Another case of knock down ginger.
Fortunately the seller refunded after a couple of emails.
And while we're on the subject why do sellers put ' please contact us before you open a case via Ebay and we'll try and resolve'. Please give positive feedback.
Well, get your customer focus sorted before you sell your goods, be proactive, not reactive.
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
At my work its every fucker going "healthy" for January and filling the fridges up with punnets of berrys and other fruits and salads.
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
So two types of people that possibly inhabit two sides of the same hateful coin
Petrol station mincers, the ones where they have occupied the pump in front of you. Have or have not then done a weekly shop, I care not, I appreciate the convenience petrol stations offer at a premium rate, however when I've managed to fill the van or car up, purchase a processed meat based snack, pay for fuel and items and return to the vehicle to still be penned in by the mincer. Then the saucy fuckers show no sign of anything resembling urgency to put their shit away in the car and get mobilised. That annoys me, it's not so much the time wasting, it's the lack of consideration for their fellow human being.
Another cock sucker I encountered today was a new one, I need to give a bit of background first to flesh this properly. To use the water and air machine at my local garage is free, however you need to get a little metal coin token to do so. This is not a busy garage. I usually pump up my tyres using a handheld electronic compressor that plugs into the fag lighter, however this time, time was of the essence so I decided to use the one at the garage. Park my motor next to the machine, walk the 2 paces into the rear door of the garage and take my place in line for the token.
There is no real queue to speak of, this fucking swampy lookalike holds the door open and shouts 'who's got the (insert my car here) out the front'? My heart sinks at the thought this deadlocked, deluded whiteboy has just made contact with my pride and joy.
"that's my motor" I reply
"yeah well, could you shift it, I need to pump my tyres up" This unwashed, stinking fucking hippy responded
"that's what I'm waiting for mush, the token to do mine"
the cheeky fucking prick muttered something under his breath loud enough so I heard him make a noise but not loud enough for it to be clearly heard. The very sweet girl who works the till had given me the coin at this point and I was out of the door to deal with swampy pronto. He's in a shitheap of a Corsa, roll up on the go, and tells me to get a move on. Deciding slapping him wasn't the most mature or proportionate response I asked the ferret if he had a token for the pump.
"No"
If love to and the story by saying I turned his car into a coffin and eviscerated him. In this instance I called him a fucking stupid cunt and to go and get himself a token before screaming at people across shop floors. I've been thinking about this human mooncup ever since and I'm going to find out who he is and give him a slap
The second thing is impatient arseholes at petrol stations
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
At my work its every fucker going "healthy" for January and filling the fridges up with punnets of berrys and other fruits and salads.
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
What about those that take up a whole shelf with giant cottage pie or pasta dish. I think the whole lunch at work thing does my nut. My lunchtime is that hour where I want to not talk to any of the fuckers around me and eat the same thing pretty much every day. I don’t want a conversation about anything unless I initiate it (which I don’t, because I assume everyone else wants their hour of downtime). I’m in a small office of 8 people and my boss does not shut up. She’s lost in her own life, and wants me to hear about every facet of it. I couldn’t give a flying f*** about her brother’s gift card vouchers not having registered and how she can’t get through to the customer service line to sort it out
It’s banal chit chat that eats my soul from the inside out. Just let me check bbc football gossip, then here, then twitter and then see that I’ve still had no matches on any of the dating apps I’m on. And let me do it in silence
The M6 and specifically the bit that one takes if not taking the toll. Came up it yesterday and all the way along was reduced speed limit on the matrix signs slowing us down. Get to the bit just before it joins up again and off go the speed limits and the road is clear as day. Like they’re purposely punishing you for not paying the toll.
It took me 5 hours to get from Harpenden to Salford!
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
At my work its every fucker going "healthy" for January and filling the fridges up with punnets of berrys and other fruits and salads.
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
What about those that take up a whole shelf with giant cottage pie or pasta dish. I think the whole lunch at work thing does my nut. My lunchtime is that hour where I want to not talk to any of the fuckers around me and eat the same thing pretty much every day. I don’t want a conversation about anything unless I initiate it (which I don’t, because I assume everyone else wants their hour of downtime). I’m in a small office of 8 people and my boss does not shut up. She’s lost in her own life, and wants me to hear about every facet of it. I couldn’t give a flying f*** about her brother’s gift card vouchers not having registered and how she can’t get through to the customer service line to sort it out
It’s banal chit chat that eats my soul from the inside out. Just let me check bbc football gossip, then here, then twitter and then see that I’ve still had no matches on any of the dating apps I’m on. And let me do it in silence
You ever thought about asking your Boss out? - Sounds like there is some sort of connection between you two...
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
At my work its every fucker going "healthy" for January and filling the fridges up with punnets of berrys and other fruits and salads.
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
What about those that take up a whole shelf with giant cottage pie or pasta dish. I think the whole lunch at work thing does my nut. My lunchtime is that hour where I want to not talk to any of the fuckers around me and eat the same thing pretty much every day. I don’t want a conversation about anything unless I initiate it (which I don’t, because I assume everyone else wants their hour of downtime). I’m in a small office of 8 people and my boss does not shut up. She’s lost in her own life, and wants me to hear about every facet of it. I couldn’t give a flying f*** about her brother’s gift card vouchers not having registered and how she can’t get through to the customer service line to sort it out
It’s banal chit chat that eats my soul from the inside out. Just let me check bbc football gossip, then here, then twitter and then see that I’ve still had no matches on any of the dating apps I’m on. And let me do it in silence
You ever thought about asking your Boss out? - Sounds like there is some sort of connection between you two...
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
At my work its every fucker going "healthy" for January and filling the fridges up with punnets of berrys and other fruits and salads.
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
What about those that take up a whole shelf with giant cottage pie or pasta dish. I think the whole lunch at work thing does my nut. My lunchtime is that hour where I want to not talk to any of the fuckers around me and eat the same thing pretty much every day. I don’t want a conversation about anything unless I initiate it (which I don’t, because I assume everyone else wants their hour of downtime). I’m in a small office of 8 people and my boss does not shut up. She’s lost in her own life, and wants me to hear about every facet of it. I couldn’t give a flying f*** about her brother’s gift card vouchers not having registered and how she can’t get through to the customer service line to sort it out
It’s banal chit chat that eats my soul from the inside out. Just let me check bbc football gossip, then here, then twitter and then see that I’ve still had no matches on any of the dating apps I’m on. And let me do it in silence
It's the people who use the canteen/drinks area as a space for clearly quite personal sensitive chats. You pop in for a quick cuppa and a couple of people are having a conversation clearly not meant for anyone else's ears. I often just leave and come back next time I have a free five minutes. But then if you're going to have such a personal and unprofessional conversation, could you at least fuck off and do it somewhere people aren't expected to be constantly coming in and out of? Otherwise if you do insist on spilling confidential secrets can you just print them off and stick them on the fridge and save people the hassle of listening to your shite?
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
At my work its every fucker going "healthy" for January and filling the fridges up with punnets of berrys and other fruits and salads.
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
What about those that take up a whole shelf with giant cottage pie or pasta dish. I think the whole lunch at work thing does my nut. My lunchtime is that hour where I want to not talk to any of the fuckers around me and eat the same thing pretty much every day. I don’t want a conversation about anything unless I initiate it (which I don’t, because I assume everyone else wants their hour of downtime). I’m in a small office of 8 people and my boss does not shut up. She’s lost in her own life, and wants me to hear about every facet of it. I couldn’t give a flying f*** about her brother’s gift card vouchers not having registered and how she can’t get through to the customer service line to sort it out
It’s banal chit chat that eats my soul from the inside out. Just let me check bbc football gossip, then here, then twitter and then see that I’ve still had no matches on any of the dating apps I’m on. And let me do it in silence
I find the best way to get people to leave you alone at lunch is to put earphones in.
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
At my work its every fucker going "healthy" for January and filling the fridges up with punnets of berrys and other fruits and salads.
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
What about those that take up a whole shelf with giant cottage pie or pasta dish. I think the whole lunch at work thing does my nut. My lunchtime is that hour where I want to not talk to any of the fuckers around me and eat the same thing pretty much every day. I don’t want a conversation about anything unless I initiate it (which I don’t, because I assume everyone else wants their hour of downtime). I’m in a small office of 8 people and my boss does not shut up. She’s lost in her own life, and wants me to hear about every facet of it. I couldn’t give a flying f*** about her brother’s gift card vouchers not having registered and how she can’t get through to the customer service line to sort it out
It’s banal chit chat that eats my soul from the inside out. Just let me check bbc football gossip, then here, then twitter and then see that I’ve still had no matches on any of the dating apps I’m on. And let me do it in silence
I find the best way to get people to leave you alone at lunch is to put earphones in.
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
At my work its every fucker going "healthy" for January and filling the fridges up with punnets of berrys and other fruits and salads.
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
What about those that take up a whole shelf with giant cottage pie or pasta dish. I think the whole lunch at work thing does my nut. My lunchtime is that hour where I want to not talk to any of the fuckers around me and eat the same thing pretty much every day. I don’t want a conversation about anything unless I initiate it (which I don’t, because I assume everyone else wants their hour of downtime). I’m in a small office of 8 people and my boss does not shut up. She’s lost in her own life, and wants me to hear about every facet of it. I couldn’t give a flying f*** about her brother’s gift card vouchers not having registered and how she can’t get through to the customer service line to sort it out
It’s banal chit chat that eats my soul from the inside out. Just let me check bbc football gossip, then here, then twitter and then see that I’ve still had no matches on any of the dating apps I’m on. And let me do it in silence
It's the people who use the canteen/drinks area as a space for clearly quite personal sensitive chats. You pop in for a quick cuppa and a couple of people are having a conversation clearly not meant for anyone else's ears. I often just leave and come back next time I have a free five minutes. But then if you're going to have such a personal and unprofessional conversation, could you at least fuck off and do it somewhere people aren't expected to be constantly coming in and out of? Otherwise if you do insist on spilling confidential secrets can you just print them off and stick them on the fridge and save people the hassle of listening to your shite?
And then they whisper and make it seem like they’re in some big espionage like plot and what they’re saying is going to change the world. It’s fucking attention seeking
The bloke on the Toilet in the next cubicle having a dump whilst taking a work telephone call - I mean seriously, no one wants to have a conversation with you when your doing that
The bloke on the Toilet in the next cubicle having a dump whilst taking a work telephone call - I mean seriously, no one wants to have a conversation with you when your doing that
As long as it's not Face Time or should that be Cheek Time?
Nihal Arthanayake (sic) taking every bloody opportunity he can to tell you on radio 5 live that he is Asian, has brown skin and that he used to DJ
We get it
Simply the most annoying person on BBC Radio, after Chris Evans and Stephen Nolan of course. I feel so sorry for Sarah Brett, it's all me, me, me with him.
I know our politics are far from ideal; arguably it's a shitshow from every side... but I'm quite glad we've not yet fallen for the trap of celebrities masquerading as politicians.
It's a bit embarrassing that some of the ones who are welcoming in the possibility of a President Oprah, are quite likely to have been the one underling Trump's lack of political experience. No one likes politicians, I get that - but some jobs require political experience... like being the leading politician of a country.
Henceforth, I have a suggestion for America. How about a nice simple rule? "A guest appearance in The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air may not be the ideal set of credentials for becoming president."... Just sayin'.
I know our politics are far from ideal; arguably it's a shitshow from every side... but I'm quite glad we've not yet fallen for the trap of celebrities masquerading as politicians.
It's a bit embarrassing that some of the ones who are welcoming in the possibility of a President Oprah, are quite likely to have been the one underling Trump's lack of political experience. No one likes politicians, I get that - but some jobs require political experience... like being the leading politician of a country.
Henceforth, I have a suggestion for America. How about a nice simple rule? "A guest appearance in The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air may not be the ideal set of credentials for becoming president."... Just sayin'.
Whilst I would be dubious about Pres Oprah, I suspect that Trump's lack of political experience was a long, long way down the list of reasons why most people thought he was a rum choice for the position...
I know our politics are far from ideal; arguably it's a shitshow from every side... but I'm quite glad we've not yet fallen for the trap of celebrities masquerading as politicians.
It's a bit embarrassing that some of the ones who are welcoming in the possibility of a President Oprah, are quite likely to have been the one underling Trump's lack of political experience. No one likes politicians, I get that - but some jobs require political experience... like being the leading politician of a country.
Henceforth, I have a suggestion for America. How about a nice simple rule? "A guest appearance in The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air may not be the ideal set of credentials for becoming president."... Just sayin'.
Whilst I would be dubious about Pres Oprah, I suspect that Trump's lack of political experience was a long, long way down the list of reasons why most people thought he was a rum choice for the position...
I agree. Undoubtedly there was a whole range of reasons, but I just can't help but feel that there's a lot of hypocrisy when it comes to discussing political candidates and individuals.
As you quite correctly point out - there's many reasons why you can criticise the man - in which case, do you need to pick reasons that you wouldn't call your own favoured candidate out on? I often feel that the dogpiling on smaller issues - whilst hypocritical - often conveniently drags attention from the larger ones.
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Why can't people just read and oblige.
Fortunately the seller refunded after a couple of emails.
And while we're on the subject why do sellers put ' please contact us before you open a case via Ebay and we'll try and resolve'. Please give positive feedback.
Well, get your customer focus sorted before you sell your goods, be proactive, not reactive.
Spending ages trying to find your lunch because some cunt has moved it from the shelf you put it on and hidden it at the back of some random shelf. Why not just put your lunch in the space you found for my lunch instead, arsehole?
We have a M&S bang opposite the office so everyone has similar things all in m&s bags and they're all rummaging around looking for their stuff and moving everyone else's.
Petrol station mincers, the ones where they have occupied the pump in front of you. Have or have not then done a weekly shop, I care not, I appreciate the convenience petrol stations offer at a premium rate, however when I've managed to fill the van or car up, purchase a processed meat based snack, pay for fuel and items and return to the vehicle to still be penned in by the mincer. Then the saucy fuckers show no sign of anything resembling urgency to put their shit away in the car and get mobilised. That annoys me, it's not so much the time wasting, it's the lack of consideration for their fellow human being.
Another cock sucker I encountered today was a new one, I need to give a bit of background first to flesh this properly. To use the water and air machine at my local garage is free, however you need to get a little metal coin token to do so. This is not a busy garage. I usually pump up my tyres using a handheld electronic compressor that plugs into the fag lighter, however this time, time was of the essence so I decided to use the one at the garage. Park my motor next to the machine, walk the 2 paces into the rear door of the garage and take my place in line for the token.
There is no real queue to speak of, this fucking swampy lookalike holds the door open and shouts 'who's got the (insert my car here) out the front'? My heart sinks at the thought this deadlocked, deluded whiteboy has just made contact with my pride and joy.
"that's my motor" I reply
"yeah well, could you shift it, I need to pump my tyres up" This unwashed, stinking fucking hippy responded
"that's what I'm waiting for mush, the token to do mine"
the cheeky fucking prick muttered something under his breath loud enough so I heard him make a noise but not loud enough for it to be clearly heard. The very sweet girl who works the till had given me the coin at this point and I was out of the door to deal with swampy pronto. He's in a shitheap of a Corsa, roll up on the go, and tells me to get a move on. Deciding slapping him wasn't the most mature or proportionate response I asked the ferret if he had a token for the pump.
"No"
If love to and the story by saying I turned his car into a coffin and eviscerated him. In this instance I called him a fucking stupid cunt and to go and get himself a token before screaming at people across shop floors. I've been thinking about this human mooncup ever since and I'm going to find out who he is and give him a slap
The second thing is impatient arseholes at petrol stations
It’s banal chit chat that eats my soul from the inside out. Just let me check bbc football gossip, then here, then twitter and then see that I’ve still had no matches on any of the dating apps I’m on. And let me do it in silence
It took me 5 hours to get from Harpenden to Salford!
We get it
We still have a battle to win... One that needs much more attention.
Get RD out before the January window is over...
How do we make the sale go smoother?
:-)
It's a bit embarrassing that some of the ones who are welcoming in the possibility of a President Oprah, are quite likely to have been the one underling Trump's lack of political experience. No one likes politicians, I get that - but some jobs require political experience... like being the leading politician of a country.
Henceforth, I have a suggestion for America. How about a nice simple rule? "A guest appearance in The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air may not be the ideal set of credentials for becoming president."... Just sayin'.
As you quite correctly point out - there's many reasons why you can criticise the man - in which case, do you need to pick reasons that you wouldn't call your own favoured candidate out on? I often feel that the dogpiling on smaller issues - whilst hypocritical - often conveniently drags attention from the larger ones.