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Really minor annoyances


When you try to post a link on here, but the link won't work.

So you try to edit it, but by the time you've finished faffing about with the edit, you've exceeded your 5 minutes edit time, so it won't allow the edit.

Then you remember, 'hey, if I'm the last person to post on this thread, and I'm quick enough to post before someone else does, anything I post now will be added to my original post, so I can sort it out that way'.

So you try that, but that doesn't work, either.

Then you realise that you've just wasted about twenty minutes, trying to post a link to an article that nobody will read.

😤
 
Cut and paste failures.

Has anyone else seen an increase in this? You are doing something, highlight, hit ctrl-c, go to where you want to paste it, hit ctrl-v and it pastes something from the last time you cut and pasted. I have no idea why, but I'm suddenly finding this is happening more and more.
 
Im going out on a limb to say that older people seem to be most often confused with the 24 hour clock. The limb is one attached to the tree of me constantly whinging and complaining on her about stereotyping the old …and cuz I’ll old myself.

In other news: I often use the nato phonetic alphabet to give my postcode. Usually if I’m on the phone or I think I’m probably gonna have to repeat myself because of my accent or whatever.

I’ve given up doing it with the ladies in my local charity shop (for gift aid purposes). By the time they’ve figured out how to use the computer again and their brain has calculated that Yankee starts with a ‘Y’ and Foxtrot starts with an “F”, I might as well chill and just repeat each letter over and over till they get it (“No. That’s F for err Fred… not S for sugar…. No R as in Rabbit no O as in orange…). It passes the time
Q for Cuba is a particular favourite of mine 😊
 
People who press the button at pelican crossings and don't wait for the green man. It's actually a major annoyance.
 
People who speak exclusively in management/project speak

Currently sat in an "ideation" session where we're focusing on the "how might we" post it notes to generate some actionable items for this sprint


Just fuck off
I used to really annoy management in meeting where I used to work by repeatedly asking what it means when they came out will bullshit. It was great because some times they were using phrases they could not quite describe.

One particular meeting, an assistant director give a snotty reply, "Well I would expect someone in your position to know the meaning of ....whatever bullshit it was...". So I challenged him and said I don't, I stick to plain English to avoid confusion so you need to either explain it or try and fire me for not being up to the job. They backtracked and ended up looking a bit silly, and didn't speak to me for about 6 months.

Win win really.
People who press the button at pelican crossings and don't wait for the green man. It's actually a major annoyance.
Once they have pressed it, surely it makes no difference to drivers anyway? Come to the road, see traffic, press the button. See a gap in the traffic, decide you can cross anyway and do so. At the point the button is pressed, traffic is stopping regardless.
 
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I usually put a t-shirt or jumper on when I climb out of my pit before turning all the lights on....it's nearly always back to front....
The washing/size tag is on the lhs. Find that and you will put it on the right way round.
People who don't put dividers down after selves on checkout conveyor belts
That is mildly irritating. I get my revenge by loading my stuff as close as possible to theirs so the cashier doesn't know where one load ends and another begins. The satisfaction of seeing the twat in front becoming irritated because my milk/beans/fruit has been charged to them is deeply comforting.
 
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people who work in offices playing on computers thinking they've got proper jobs.

Clever buggers that make very complimicated spreadsheets and can program count as proper jobs. Wimmen sending emails out while spending majority of the day sending round envelopes for someone's birthday collection don't count as proper jobs. They're just made up to keep them busy between pregnancies.

I've temped at places where some 50-something woman does a job that I'd work out a way to do before my second brew in the morning, but they're happy to just let her plod along and plan holidays during the work day.
 
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People who speak exclusively in management/project speak

Currently sat in an "ideation" session where we're focusing on the "how might we" post it notes to generate some actionable items for this sprint


Just fuck off
Agreed. I used to hate them. I used to say that I would never be in a situation with a colleague where we would be survivors of a ship sinking but all we have is a deckchair and some cotton.
 
Agreed. I used to hate them. I used to say that I would never be in a situation with a colleague where we would be survivors of a ship sinking but all we have is a deckchair and some cotton.
Ever read the Hitch Hikers Guide To the Galaxy?

The marketing and management consultants who crash on the prehistoric earth still seem familiar today.
 
The washing/size tag is on the lhs. Find that and you will put it on the right way round.

That is mildly irritating. I get my revenge by loading my stuff as close as possible to theirs so the cashier doesn't know where one load ends and another begins. The satisfaction of seeing the twat in front becoming irritated because my milk/beans/fruit has been charged to them is deeply comforting.
Well, you learn something everyday.👍
 
Agreed. I used to hate them. I used to say that I would never be in a situation with a colleague where we would be survivors of a ship sinking but all we have is a deckchair and some cotton.
In that scenario I'd stay on the sinking ship and accept the sweet release of death
 
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