Tag: Complaints

Why do I keep getting these ninja stealth nosebleeds? I was coming home on the train and my nose started leaking red liquid (that’s blood for you freaks). This seems to be an occasional thing for me. Maybe I should talk to a doctor about this?

Dear God,
Who the hell makes up the news reports. I was listening to the news today and they help talking about ATM Machines! It really gets on my goat that they keep using this dire redundancy. It’s an effing Automatic Teller Machine, stop using the extra machine at the end, otherwise It’s an Automatic Teller Machine Machine, which sounds completely annoying.
Grr,
Pete.

It’s like trying to find the grail. Except that the end result of this is more likely to be ulcers than enlightenment.
Arglebargle. It’s all about the housemate.

What is it with the coffee shop in the Business park, you’d swear they think they are the only folks in town. Their coffee is burned and bad. I’ve drank better instant and that’s not saying much.
I only deigned to have the coffee because I ran out of my own stuff and I will have to say that they are just as bad now as they were several months ago. Maybe they need someone to tell them how to make it so that it isn’t burned?
As it is it’s cheaper to get the coffee on the bean from Gloria Jeans in town and grind and make it myself rather than drink the muck that they consider to be coffee. I must go in there today and get myself another couple of punds of the good stuff. that will keep me going for a couple of weeks at least and keep me from wanting to throw boiling water over the folks in the shop.

Of course it would have to happen. Light clothes attract the most stain causing materia on the planet. Today it’s tan pants and a mocha. Laundry time again.

Every morning for the last week it’s been really nice. I’ve been able to wear my sunglasses, which is quite an occasion. However as soon as I’ve got to the office the weather starts to deteriorate. Clouds roll in and the wind starts howling. By the time it gets to the end of the evening and I’m off home it’s still like that.
Stranger and stranger.