Tagged: Rant

I was starting to crack a little. The last couple of months have seen multiple amounts of frustration and my anger levels rising – lets leave out the clusterfuck of Brexit for a moment (though worth mentioning), but things more directly in my control. I moved banks. Supposed to be easy but I had so many issues once moved, from randomly cancelled direct debits, to much more limited information supplied by First Direct on their online banking, and then having 3 separate passwords for their system and not being able to remember which was which, hence getting locked out constantly …

As I type this now, I must admit that the service has been much better this month on the Metropolitan line – or at least I’ve got lucky in terms of avoiding the signal failures. However, one particular journey stands out from 2018 which was such a clusterfuck that I needed answers.  Would I get them? ****** I guess I should be amused that you are trying to charge me £8.00 for the clusterfuck of a journey on Thursday 4th January, that took nearly 3 times as long as it should have.  Surprised you are not charging me for a …

Lights on, ready please. Don’t you just love it when someone that is supposed to be one of your closest friends lets you down?! I’m not going to name names or details for every Tom, Dick & Harry to read, but it is going to cost me hundreds of pounds that I don’t have. More important than that, it was something that I was really excited about, the highlight of my year. I will probably still go by myself, despite the additional totally unaffordable cost of going by oneself, and endeavour to have an even better adventure but I am …

I think I am having a moment.  Or I am about to have a moment. Is it really worth it?  Do I really like it?  I’m not luvvin it, lovin’ it or loving it. I don’t want to say too much as I know I am very good at foot in mouth syndrome and I am well aware from past history that anyone can, and does, read my blog, including the Russian mafia.  And the ex-manager that I referred to as The Internet Gestapo.  Though it did help me towards my eventual redundancy I like to think, which will have …

I need a rant. Ooh, I’ve got a blog for that. I appreciate that I should not rant about this on the internet but my frustration is boiling over. I asked my superior if I could leave an hour early next Friday, to which the reply was “Do you not realise that it is the last day for processing?” Processing what exactly? The dearth of anything substantial to do is driving my mildly crazy. I am employed to make a contribution towards a company’s success. That generates personal satisfaction. I do not like sitting here all day doing jack. I …

It’s Monday morning and time for a moan. Perhaps I deserve a rubbish Monday morning due to having an excellent Sunday down the Oakford. It must be karma! And I thought I behaved myself, relatively speaking. I know I didn’t go to church this week. The thing I really want to moan about I am going to try to resist for a little longer due to the public nature of the internet and that it would probably not be to my benefit, but anyone who knows me well won’t take too long to guess what it is seeing as I …