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Vent... 3232 Responses
Last post: 3 months, 3 weeks ago | Thread started: Mar 28, 12, 12:25 a.m.
- mirrorball
Just because the business is situated in a nice iconic building, doesn't mean I have to do a logo of the feckin' thing!!!
- Dog-earMar 28, 12, 1:40 a.m. – Permalink
- jagara
I fucking hate this business. You never ever know if you're going to work 8 or 19 hours a day. And because it's "creative" and vaguely artistic, there is some sort of unspoken agreement that you must be "passionate" about your work (work 70 hours a week without complaining).
Well, i am passionate. About my own private projects. The rest is just a job. And it's fine, occasionally interesting and satisfying. But most of the time it's just a job. It pays the bills. And in this business, admitting to that is something you do only if you want to get fired. And it can't be just a job! You must be PASSIONATE about that shitty website/identity/logo whatever. Imagine if plumbers were required to feel passion about fixing drains and installing toilets. They're not.
That's why i quit working in an agencies years ago. Now i do some freelance work, and aide handicapped people. I work 8 hours a day, no more, no less. I have less money (but enough), + now i have a life. And free time is the luxury of the future.
And now for some more hate, here's Derpina:
- Dog-earMar 28, 12, 5:49 a.m. – Permalink
- FawnDog
I would like to vent...
My dog was suffering from this mystery lesion on her paw. It turned a very athletic dog into a limping couch potato. My vet couldn't figure it out, so we saw a dermatologist who biopsied the paw pad, took blood and a urinalysis, all those test and they couldn't figure it out. We started seeing an internal medicine specialist who ran more blood work, this time shipping it to a lab in Tennessee, we had the paw pad ultra sounded, we put her on multiple drugs including prednison, cylclosporin, multiple antibiotics, tacrolymous cream, Tramadol for pain and later methadone, the list goes on and on. After spending close to 12,000.00 for help we had to put her down on sunday because all these expensive vets could not help her.
thanks...I feel better now- Dog-earMar 28, 12, 9:37 a.m. – Permalink
- autoflavour
ok here is my vent.
after a 23 hour flight and 3 weeks in Australia, i got home to find one of our rooms, which adjoins our bedroom and our kids room, is covered in mold.. big furry mold.
after speaking with the hausmeister i just spent 2 hours, with HEPA filter mask ripping down mold soaked wallpaper in a bathroom the size of a large cardboard box..
needless to say, i havent actually slept or unpacked yet..
not happy
- Dog-earMar 28, 12, 10:03 a.m. – Permalink
- spot13
I've spent all week trying to compile a simple blackberry app on a mac. What the fuck is wrong with RIM, no wonder you'll all be unemployed soon. Every step from zipping (can't use underscore characters in zipped files - osx adds hidden _files by default), to compiling with the fucking key pair request to rim that resulted in 47 identical email replies and then for them to start over on a PC because RIM can't make software that works. FUCK YOU RIM, I can't wait to see you all at the employment office here in Ontario.
- Dog-earMar 28, 12, 11:40 a.m. – Permalink
- ridg0026
Spent the morning apologizing over and over to a pissed off client because of a piece of shit co-worker who can't be bothered to do his job. Now I have to play the part of the asshole. Don't make me look like an asshole. Not much of a rant I know, but I am actually really pissed.
- Dog-earSep 26, 12, 10:17 a.m. – Permalink
- stoplying
I'm trying to drive nicer. Slower, safer, just less stupidity.
And I notice that most of the insane drivers that I'VE PERSONALLY ENCOUNTERED, are young girls, like 19-24. They're fucking up my program. They need to cut the tailgating, cellphone talking, and checking makeup and hair bullshit.
- Dog-earSep 26, 12, 12:52 p.m. – Permalink
- nadanada
i get burned out so much faster than i used to. i used to disappear for a week every six months or so - and that was recharge / refresh / relax time...
now i'm trying to find excuses to go every two months... i guess this just isn't my passion? thought it was. i'm terrified that i haven't a clue what my true passion is.
my boyfriend just got a killer new job. he is an interior designer / salesperson / marketing helper at a totally amazing mid-century modern furniture store - and i am sooooooo jealous. the first week he started there we got in a lot of stupid arguments about little things simply because i was seething with jealousy right under the surface. he doesn't get paid a ton - but the owners are incredible (already like family to us) and he just shows up and works his ass off, and wham! paycheck! no 1am panicked client phone calls, no lists of changes 10 pages long, no broke-ass cheapo clients...
(he is really brilliant at it, and it's not easy - not trying to make him out to be lazy or unmotivated...)
tl;dr: i am fucking confused, exhausted, burned out and totally jealous of my boyfriend's rad job.
- Dog-earSep 26, 12, 2:40 p.m. – Permalink
- Beeswax
When I first went to the US to study they gave us an orientation at the school. During that, they told us that there's something called "personal space" in the US. It's like an invisible protection shield. I didn't understand it first, like when people say "excuse me" in a market aisle while they are 10 feet away from me and there's plenty of space around me to pass without touching or rubbing. Anyways, after many years in the US, I learned what that is and I also created my own personal space around me where no one could enter without my permission. Then I moved back to my country, Turkey.
I'm waiting in a line, the guy behind me is so close that I feel his breathing on my neck, I'm standing in a public bus, the women next to me keeps getting closer and closer until her feet touches my feet, I'm withdrawing money from an atm and the guy behind me is not behind me but he's almost next to me and watching the atm's screen. I'm seriously exasperated and next time I'm afraid I'll physically hurt someone.- Dog-earSep 26, 12, 7:43 p.m. – Permalink
