SteamRollin'

Have you ever met one of those people who's personality is equivalent to a steamroller?  Maybe I should explain what I mean.  I belong to a club, there is a person that is constantly wanting to be in charge, so they "steamroll" over everyone else's ideas, suggestions, etc.  Are you trackin' now?  I have zero problem with a person who knows what they want, or is a "take charge" kind of person.  But, when you're a bossy-the-cow and have no follow through... it's annoying.  All talk, no action. 

And here I thought I was chilling out with my old age and being less annoyed.  Apparently not.  I've decided that I'd like to find out what annoys my readers... so, if you have something you'd like my "take" on, feel free to send me a message.

Home Repairs

So, my oven decided to stop working the Saturday before last.  I didn't notify my landlord until Monday because I can be a nice guy and didn't want my 900 year old maintenance man to have to come out on Sunday.  (See, I can be a caring person!)  A little info on the oven... it's built into the wall.  It's also one of the smallest ovens I've ever owned.  You can barely put a small turkey in there at Thanksgiving.  This information is pertinent later in the story.

Tuesday comes and I get a call from said landlord and it goes something like this: 

L(andlord): "I came by and you were right, the oven isn't working."

F(rank): "Okay.  (Many, many sarcastic remarks running through my head) Can Gene (maintenance man) fix it?"

L: "Umm.  Well, we need to come back tomorrow to measure the area where the oven is. Oh and have a look at those loose shingles."

F: "Okay, cool.  Are you replacing the oven?"

L: "We'll take a measurement some time tomorrow."

Is it me or did it seem like that conversation was one sided?  Wednesday rolls around and I'm asleep in bed and a ladder being thrown against the side of my house scares the crap out of me.  I roust myself out of bed to find the maintenance man had been in my house.  I know this because there were dirty foot prints in my kitchen and dirt tracked in through the laundry room.  What the hell?  He didn't even bother to ring the doorbell, he just used to garage code to let himself in!!  Seriously!!  Thank God he's a 900 year old man with a touch of emphysema or I'd be freaking out a little bit.

That afternoon, lovely landlord calls me:

L: "So, we can't replace the oven.  They don't make them the size that fits in that space anymore.  So, Gene ordered a part and is going to try to fix it.  I don't want to have to remodel the kitchen just so you can have an oven."

F: "Understandable, since a remodel would be inconvenient.  When is the part coming in."

L: "About a week.  We will call you and let you know when it comes in and when Gene can install it."

F: "Okay.  Thanks."

Needless to say, it's been 12 days since I've had a working oven.  No calls, no updates, no apologies.  I'm getting increasingly frustrated and annoyed as the days tick by.  So, I'm going out to lunch to avoid eating another sandwich.  I miss my oven.  Annoying.

Vacation

So, Frank took a much needed vacation from the Internet and all those that annoyed the crap out of him on Facebook.  But... he's back with a vengeance!

Here you have it ladies and gentlemen.  I'm back in the real world for less than two weeks and I'm already wanting to run for the hills.  I swear, there was a very organized plot to piss me off when I returned.  I don't want to whine like the guy in those Geico commercials.  God, I admire R. Lee Ermey.  In fact, he's my hero.





This is how I feel about most people, in general.  I think if everyone said how they REALLY feel, the world would be a much happier place.  So, Maggots... be honest and stop talking about people behind their backs.  Grow some balls, you morons.

Trash

 Why is it that most humans will let a relationship die, but won't get rid of the junk in their garage?

I think I may have an answer.  It takes too much effort to either (a) save the relationship or (b) sort through the junk.  Essentially, it's these things are the same.  We never want to admit when something is good OR bad for ourselves.  We walk through life with rose-colored blinders on and pretend to frolic through the daisies.

I, for one, am tired of these mindless idiots that don't mind hoarding 10 years worth of newspapers but have no problem letting a person walk right out of their life.  I'm beginning to blame it on social networking.  In the past I've been a huge advocate for technology and how it can bring former friends, who would have otherwise faded into oblivion, back into a person's life.  What I am discovering is that, unfortunately, people are giving up the live, flesh-and-blood people in their lives, for the "virtual" friendships of the past.  It's cool to connect with those from high school (for some of us, others wish they could wash the memory from existence).  But, there is a point where there is nothing left to talk about.  The whole relationship is in the past.  I'm not sure about you folks, but I've always been taught that living in the past is bad... because it prevents us from moving forward.  

So... my little piece of advise for you guys today: make sure to discard the proper things in life... old cereal boxes, soda cans (recycled of course), that t-shirt with 40 holes in it, toxic friends, animals with the plague.  You get my drift.

Don't worry, I'm not going soft on you guys... this crap really does annoy the Hell out of me.

The Three Stooges

Some people need to avoid populating the gene pool. Tonight was a keen example of that fact.  There were three gentlemen (I use this term loosely) at my local watering hole.  Larry, Moe & Curly range in age: roughly 27, 40 and 65 respectively.  Well, the eldest man, "Curly" is a widower with an endless amount of cash and penchant for younger men with serious misogynistic tendencies.  "Moe" is the middle-aged man whose story is a little fuzzy.  And "Larry", well, he is the youngest of the trio and also the loudest-- or annoying, whichever word you choose will work just fine.

So, apparently today was "420" day.  A celebration of marijuana... well the trio must have celebrated A LOT.  They were bleary-eyed and stupid. They were concentrating the stupid with a side of beer to create a mess known as "morons that walk upright".  They were hooting and hollering at everything with tits.  

Look, I'm all about having a good time but this was ridiculous.  I imagine the display I witnessed was something akin to cave men who were bored on a Friday night with no animals to kill.  Seriously... high, drunken, moronic displays of manhood are not something in which one should aspire.  

Annoying.