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Really minor annoyances

Not what it says on the ad....makes it even worse. I`m now even MORE annoyed 😤 😤 😤 😤 😤 😤
I don’t they’ve used that ad for quite some time mind.

Never mind. Pop quiz…identify this product and complete the jingle.

You’ll wonder where the yellow went, when you… (what?)…
 

Admin teams who think their job is to provide people with admin to do, rather than take the admin burden off people who don't normally do it.

I'm in a presentation now where someone is talking about this new complicated process, without a breath for an hour now and looks like this meeting will not stop. No response to any questions. Seems to be a case of remember all this, good luck.

20 years ago you would go to an admin team and say something simple like "I need some train tickets". Then they would get you train tickets. Everywhere I have worked now are multiple page forms asking loads of questions that are inappropriate or they know anyway, like name, address, department, etc.
 
I don’t they’ve used that ad for quite some time mind.

Never mind. Pop quiz…identify this product and complete the jingle.

You’ll wonder where the yellow went, when you… (what?)…
Maybe so, but just the thought of that old ad drives me nuts.
 
The growing number of bar staff, shop workers etc being miserable buggers. Seems like customer service skills are slowly dying.

some pubs its bad enough to honestly make me not want to come back in. not naming names, but theres a few in sunderland.

don't notice as much when its busy, but when its quiet and you are met with almost with hostility for having the nerve to come in and ask politely for a pint
 
I’ve mentioned this before but online recipes containing a novel about the how the author used to have this with their grandparents in Sicily in the 1980s, how it was the highlight of the week, how it shaped your life, do you want to sign up for our recipe club, here’s 85 pop ups about newsletters, special offers, cookery clubs and some first world problem we are shilling the ‘solution’ to.

No just fuck off, I want to know the thing I clicked on the link for.
Blame the search engines for that. They don't show results without it.
I’d hazard a guess that most chocolate these days wouldn’t be considered chocolate at all when the slogan you quoted was created in 1928
Most of what we called chocolate 40 years ago wasn't either, now the solids are about a third of that.
With you on this one. And then when you scroll down, you find it is odd ingredients you don't have, or can't get here, and the killer - everything is measured out in cups or quarts.
I just think sod that or if it's worth it, stick it in ai and tell it to fix it so normal people can cook it. Almost every ingredient is either omittable or interchangeable though.
 
A glass and a half of milk in every bar.

How big is the glass - as shot glass?, a half pint?, a pint?, a stein sized glass???? And how big is the bar?? Is it a single row of squares?, a double row? or a git big bar? yet it`s a glass and a half in every bar.

Be. More. Specific. 😤 😤 😤
It's palm oil now anyway, that's why it tastes shite.
 
The car keys are supposed to go in a box in the house. This is so that when you need to use the car, you don't have to check several dozen coats, pockets or handbags to see where they've been left last
 
The car keys are supposed to go in a box in the house. This is so that when you need to use the car, you don't have to check several dozen coats, pockets or handbags to see where they've been left last
One particular day sticks in my mind when my daughter was pre-school age. She took my car to start work early, I was on a late start and said I'd drop my daughter at the in-laws before going to work. Went to the little box where we drop all the keys, no car keys and no spare key.

I called her at work to ask. "Oh, it is in my handbag". Great. Apparently the spare was in THE drawer. Pointing out we have more than one, I eventually established it was probably her bedside table top drawer. No sign, emptied the whole lot across the bed, nothing. Called her back "Oh that is in my handbag too". Who the hell carries both sets of car keys in the same back so you can lose both together? Especially when it is not the car you are driving. I had to walk to her mums, scrounge a lift to work, got to work late and get the bus home.

The other similar time was when for god knows what reason, she decided she would take my house keys without asking along with her own, that were buried deep in the handbag. My house keys that also contained my bike lock keys, meaning I could not cycle to work and my car was in the garage for repair. Bus time again.
 
One particular day sticks in my mind when my daughter was pre-school age. She took my car to start work early, I was on a late start and said I'd drop my daughter at the in-laws before going to work. Went to the little box where we drop all the keys, no car keys and no spare key.

I called her at work to ask. "Oh, it is in my handbag". Great. Apparently the spare was in THE drawer. Pointing out we have more than one, I eventually established it was probably her bedside table top drawer. No sign, emptied the whole lot across the bed, nothing. Called her back "Oh that is in my handbag too". Who the hell carries both sets of car keys in the same back so you can lose both together? Especially when it is not the car you are driving. I had to walk to her mums, scrounge a lift to work, got to work late and get the bus home.

The other similar time was when for god knows what reason, she decided she would take my house keys without asking along with her own, that were buried deep in the handbag. My house keys that also contained my bike lock keys, meaning I could not cycle to work and my car was in the garage for repair. Bus time again.
I would say that was a pretty major annoyance tbh.
 
No. Because Lionel Ritchie is American, so it’s pronounced in the American English fashion. But a bloke from Argentina would be called Lee-o-nel (as you put it) because in Spain and Latin America their vowels are all consistently pronounced - unlike ours - but ‘I’ is pronounced closer to how we pronounce ‘Ee’

I knew a bloke called Andy Warwick once. He was a Londoner. So his surname is pronounced like the town - Warrick. But the popular songstress from American who’s surname is Dionne (not the pronunciation of ‘I’ in this case is ‘ee’ - even in English… and her surname is Wor-wick.

And my daughter’s bloke is Spanish and his name is Adrián. And it’s not pronounced in Ad-rye-an. Or even like Adrian Chiles name. Even Adrian Chiles name isn’t pronounced like a plural version of the South American country.

You must be constantly irritated. 😉
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Late edit. One more thing. My name is pronounced BeeG
No because we're English and shouldn't put silly acents on when saying foreign words or names.
 
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