The grumpy thread

[plasticvandan]

Just had my car insurance renewals through (yes, plural. I've got two policies expiring within days of each other....).

 

First one, daily car, 6 years NCB, price gone up by £90 (over 20%). No claims, convictions etc in the last year, no changes to car.

 

Second car, price gone up by £230 (over 50%) despite another year NCB. Managed to chip £100 off but that seems to be a fairly shocking rise.

 

Only difference is that I was made redundant (company went into liquidation) recently. All that really means is I'm using the car less, and they're not covering for commuting. Oh yes, and I can't afford huge increases in premiums.

 

Anyone else had similar increases in premiums recently?

being unemployed will bump the price up,been there before.

[Parky]

Do what my colleague did when he was ousted from his last job in very similar circumstances.Give them a CD full of 'contacts', take out all of the contents but leave the directories in place. I had a proper chuffin LOL at that. Pack out one directory with RAW images of geese to give a disproportionate media size.Or refuse because of GDPR then slacken off all the fixings in the bosses' chair, a trick I learned many moons ago at the satanic mill call centre I used to work in.

Spreadsheets do get corrupted by Geese don’t they? Question is what sort of Geese? Canada?

[angle]

We've just had an email round at work saying that gloves are now a requirement for any site visits where there's roadworks happening. Why? Because someone in Cumbria has been going around melting Stanley knife blades into the handles on temporary road signs and into the tops of traffic cones. Fuck's sake.

[Parky]

Honestly, what goes through some people’s minds?

 

The assumption is it’s kids, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a well respected member of the local W.I who has got a massive problem with road works.

[danthecapriman]

We've just had an email round at work saying that gloves are now a requirement for any site visits where there's roadworks happening. Why? Because someone in Cumbria has been going around melting Stanley knife blades into the handles on temporary road signs and into the tops of traffic cones. Fuck's sake.

There’s some real pricks about these days. We had a spate of our substation gate locks having needles (the sort for injecting drugs) jammed into the ends of them so as you push the key into the lock the needle went into your fingers. Absolutely disgusting cuntish behaviour but the only reason you’d do it is to be a cunt. Some people...

Luckily it seems to have stopped lately though I have heard of the same being done to petrol station pump triggers.

[Supernaut]

I've been feeling particularly nihilistic the past few days.

 

I find myself wondering why I even fucking bother with anything. The most successful people, it seems, are the aggressive, bullshitting, bullying pricks of this world. Even the leader of the world's most powerful country (at the moment), who was elected to that position is an ignorant, indecisive, abhorrent, bigoted, lying tangerine-coloured gibbon.

 

I've been PM'd a link to a job I should really apply for as it would be a great step in my career. Why, though? I could pour my heart and soul into the application and some bullshitting, buzzword-using arsehole will get it instead of me guaranteed.

 

What have I got to show for going through this life quietly and politely? FUCK ALL.

 

Why is aggression and fuckwittery seemingly worthy of rewards and success?

 

Why bother trying to be a good person and improve the world? The people I'd be leaving the world to will be all the utterly vapid ignorant CUNTS anyway, who couldn't care less about anything other than the latest tweet from their favourite air-headed celebrity who's famous simply for being famous rather than talented.

 

It maybe doesn't help that I've been re-watching some Monkey Dust today. Bloody hell that's bleak.

All I can think about is Idiocracy, and how it really does appear to be happening.

[Guest Hooli]

Idiocracy happened years ago, I think it started to take hold in the 70s.

 

All I can say for job applications is get every buzz word from the job description into your application. I'm pretty good at getting interviews by doing that, yesterday was the first job offer in about 2 years of trying though.

[eddyramrod]

Sadly, I have to agree.  I try not to think about it, which is difficult as I have way too much thinking time at the moment!  What's more or less worked for me in life is, find a rut that you're relatively happy with, that more or less pays the bills, and just plough that without bothering too much about anyone else.

[mrbenn]

Unemployed = higher premiums

 

 

being unemployed will bump the price up,been there before.

 

Spoke to another chap later and gather it had added approx £100 to the premiums. Kind of ironic.

 

Have sucked it up for car 1. Car 2 is now with another company for £125 less than last year, £350 less than the original renewal firgure for this year. Go figure!

[Guest Hooli]

Unemployed means you've got more time to drive, they ignore the idea you won't be able to afford too.

[iainrcz]

Unfortunately the world loves a wanker.

I discovered this when I was in my late teens and early 20s with women (I was interested in then before, but too busy running around a football pitch to worry)

 

Despite the fact you could see the blokes they went for were grade A strokers it didn't seem to matter.

I've been feeling particularly nihilistic the past few days.

 

I find myself wondering why I even fucking bother with anything. The most successful people, it seems, are the aggressive, bullshitting, bullying pricks of this world. Even the leader of the world's most powerful country (at the moment), who was elected to that position is an ignorant, indecisive, abhorrent, bigoted, lying tangerine-coloured gibbon.

 

I've been PM'd a link to a job I should really apply for as it would be a great step in my career. Why, though? I could pour my heart and soul into the application and some bullshitting, buzzword-using arsehole will get it instead of me guaranteed.

 

What have I got to show for going through this life quietly and politely? FUCK ALL.

 

Why is aggression and fuckwittery seemingly worthy of rewards and success?

 

Why bother trying to be a good person and improve the world? The people I'd be leaving the world to will be all the utterly vapid ignorant CUNTS anyway, who couldn't care less about anything other than the latest tweet from their favourite air-headed celebrity who's famous simply for being famous rather than talented.

 

It maybe doesn't help that I've been re-watching some Monkey Dust today. Bloody hell that's bleak.

All I can think about is Idiocracy, and how it really does appear to be happening.

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[New POD]

Unemployed means you've got more time to drive, they ignore the idea you won't be able to afford too.

Nobody should have to say "unemployed".

 

They should say "freelance.....whatever the last job they had"

[Guest Hooli]

I like that idea.

 

 

Trouble is large parts of the population would be 'freelance school skiver'.

[dave21478]

Holy fuckin....

I....

I just cant even right now.....

 

fuggin scorcher of a day today - ideal weather to spend 11 hours swinging a strimmer around. Not.

 

So, parched, itching all over, absolutely hosed in debris, plant matter, nettle stings and smeared with splattered slug, pine needles down the crack of my ass and generally sweating and smelling like a freshly poked minge I was glad of the aircon on the drive home. Anticipating a nice long bath and a bottle of raspberry cider I pulled up at the house and hit the button for the gates...(electric gates, see? proper posh, I am.) The gates swing open...outwards by the way... and I reverse the truck in.

 

"POP".

 

The fuck was that?

 

my last grump was partly about waiting for a fucking courier to not turn up....

yeah.........

He had delivered it today, although when I say "delivered" he had flung it over the gate and I have now just reversed the bastard truck over the parcel.

Was it a bag full of super hard rubber bouncy balls? No. Obviously not. Was it a lump of solid steel, like a little anvil or something? nope, not that either.

It was two 2 litre bottles of gear oil for the limited slip diff in the trucks rear axle, which given the difficulty in finding and price paid I can only assume is refined from velociraptor jizz.

 

This just confirms my suspicions that my entire life is some kind of cruel and ongoing Beadles About style of prank that is being covertly filmed for the amusement of others on a Japanese tv show.

[Richard]

If it's any consolation I feel a bit guilty for laughing at that.

[Pillock]

Claim ignorance, "not delivered m8" and hope they send another?

 

Sounds a bit shitty by the courier so hopefully it would be them that takes the hit in this scenario.

[dave21478]

Its taken me about two years to persuade the couriers to put stuff over the gate otherwise I would never get most of the stuff I order.

 

Its entirely my own fault for not seeing it...its not exactly a small box. Well, it wasnt before I flattened it, anyway.

[Eddie Honda]

I pulled up at the house and hit the button for the gates...(electric gates, see? proper posh, I am.)

I'm sort of sorry for laughing too, but then my guilt gave way to thinking "ooh electric gate wanker".

 

Let's face it. The parcel would have been fine if you had to get aff yer sweaty erse to actually open them by hand like the rest of us plebs do.

[Coprolalia]

I'm starting a 6 month research secondment next month. I set this up in January, and spoke to the finance department at the Uni in February. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing working through various departments, I got an email to say yes... All sorted... Finance agreements in place and you will be paid as normal through your work payroll, we'll re-imberse the salary.

 

Due to start in two weeks. Received an email today from work payroll; please supply onward info for termination of your contract.

WTF?!

 

Speak to the finance department at work: "what do you mean you're on secondment? You're leaving your job", "finance agreements? We've got nothing at all". "No-one from the uni has spoken to us". And to cap it all "now we've terminated your contract we can't reverse it".

Back to the Uni in a tiz.

 

That thing they told me they did in February, which I specifically pushed them to complete so it wasn't last minute? That thing I have I writing that they did. That pain in the arse paperwork thing that means me getting paid?

 

Yeah, there was "a miscommunication", and it didn't get done.

 

*Silent scream*

[Wack]

Holy fuckin....

I....

I just cant even right now.....

 

fuggin scorcher of a day today - ideal weather to spend 11 hours swinging a strimmer around. Not.

 

So, parched, itching all over, absolutely hosed in debris, plant matter, nettle stings and smeared with splattered slug, pine needles down the crack of my ass and generally sweating and smelling like a freshly poked minge I was glad of the aircon on the drive home. Anticipating a nice long bath and a bottle of raspberry cider I pulled up at the house and hit the button for the gates...(electric gates, see? proper posh, I am.) The gates swing open...outwards by the way... and I reverse the truck in.

 

"POP".

 

The fuck was that?

 

 

 

 

It was two 2 litre bottles of gear oil for the limited slip diff in the trucks rear axle, which given the difficulty in finding and price paid I can only assume is refined from velociraptor jizz.

 

 

 

I can relate to both of those points, 6-7 years ago when I was about 50 and slightly fitter but not much more than I am now the factory manager asked me if I knew anyone that would clear some land at the back of the factory as it was 5ft high in weeds and the farmer was complaining about it , an area probably 40m x 15m

 

Some guy had done it last year but was too busy , then they mentioned he'd charged £350,hmmm I've got a petrol strimmer, I'm in

 

so I start doing it, fuck me it was hard work, I had to go and buy some metal blades as the line wasn't doing anything fast, then I found a small damp area populated by a million horse flies who weren't happy about getting their home strimmed and started dive bombing me and biting the fuck out of any exposed skin so I had to retreat and return with rigger gloves gaffer taped to the arms of one of the sprayers plastic suits with the hood up and goggles on just to keep the little fuckers off me

 

It took me the best part of three days and was the hardest £350 I've ever earned, I was utterly bolloxed , next year he asked again but I said the strimmer was broke, fuck that.

 

 I went to Steve's garage in the transit, drove in nose first just to get the front end out of the rain, steve was in the garage with an AC cobra replica in front of me

 

as I got out the lad who works with him saturdays said something has fallen out of your van, looked down but couldn't see anything so I went and spoke to steve, he did whatever he did and about an hour later I got in the van to leave completely forgetting about what'd fallen out of the van

 

steve and this guy were looking at this cobra in front of me, as I backed out I heard a loud POP and looked out of the side window thinking what was that

 

I look forward and steve , this lad and most of the garage is covered in oil, the bonnet was up on the cobra and there was a clean silhouette on it where they'd been stood , it was at that point I found out what'd fallen out of the van, a litre of oil droplets has a wide spread when run over by a transit van I can confirm

[purplebargeken]

^^ PMSL. Sorry.

[bramz7]

This fucking Alfa.

 

Left it at work as it's got a parking permit. Forgot the brake lights jam on. 10 hours later and it's dead.

Of course, let's not forget the boot now won't open.

 

I despair. I'm this close to scrapping it.

[MikeR]

Bought clippers years ago . best tenner ever ... And bought a better pair for a tenner. And when its a quiet night at work. I get a quick going over off one of the women ...

[Cavcraft]

And when its a quiet night at work. I get a quick going over off one of the women ...

 

Should ask them to do your hair afterwards.

[MikeR]

Or not ... as the comments went today .... What would she want with a toyboy ... She has nickers older than him .....

[DodgeRover]

Kids school play today, the higher level TA that has been making no.1 sons life a misery showed her commitment to quality teaching by necking 6 cans of ready mixed Pims then leaving the emptys in the aisle to the exit. Classy.

 

Thank God (or any other spirt being listening) tomorrow is their last day.

[loserone]

Job applications are a game.

 

Once you have the job, and have played for as much money as you can, you can settle down and actually be yourself and do what you're good at,

[dozeydustman]

HOW LONG DOES A FUCKING CAT NEED TO FUCKING GROOM ITSELF THE FUCKING FURRY LITTLE CUNT!

 

Trying to converse with the wife, and type messages on here. The cat has spent the entirety of the hour-long Emmerdale the wife recorded licking its fucking arse while making a disgusting noise while doing so.

[Des]

To be fair, an hour of Emmerdale would likely bore the best of us into truffling out the ringpiece.

[chaseracer]

I'm starting a 6 month research secondment next month. I set this up in January, and spoke to the finance department at the Uni in February. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing working through various departments, I got an email to say yes... All sorted... Finance agreements in place and you will be paid as normal through your work payroll, we'll re-imberse the salary.

 

Due to start in two weeks. Received an email today from work payroll; please supply onward info for termination of your contract.

WTF?!

 

Speak to the finance department at work: "what do you mean you're on secondment? You're leaving your job", "finance agreements? We've got nothing at all". "No-one from the uni has spoken to us". And to cap it all "now we've terminated your contract we can't reverse it".

Back to the Uni in a tiz.

 

That thing they told me they did in February, which I specifically pushed them to complete so it wasn't last minute? That thing I have I writing that they did. That pain in the arse paperwork thing that means me getting paid?

 

Yeah, there was "a miscommunication", and it didn't get done.

 

*Silent scream*

 

Formal grievance.  NOW.  Happy to help.