Choo choo! All aboard the Complain Train!

[Xprimentyl]

F1 The Movie comes out today... so of course I'm travelling home to Ohio for a family reunion (planned months ago,) and will be locked up with everyone until Sunday NIGHT, and won't be able to see it until God knows when. Also, there's an actual F1 race in Austria this weekend that I'm probably going to miss. I love my family, but got damn it, there's not enough "Oh, I haven't seen you in years!" conversation I can fake smile through to mask my disappointment that the ONE movie I've anticipated in forever is gated behind hugs and kisses from aunts whose names I don't even remember.

 

[Kyrian007]

F1 The Movie comes out today... so of course I'm travelling home to Ohio for a family reunion (planned months ago,) and will be locked up with everyone until Sunday NIGHT, and won't be able to see it until God knows when. Also, there's an actual F1 race in Austria this weekend that I'm probably going to miss. I love my family, but got damn it, there's not enough "Oh, I haven't seen you in years!" conversation I can fake smile through to mask my disappointment that the ONE movie I've anticipated in forever is gated behind hugs and kisses from aunts whose names I don't even remember.

Yeah, that's rough. About a month ago I had a wedding for a step-niece, in a tiny parish town so small there isn't even a gas station. The town has a grain elevator, a tractor dealership, a church, and a couple hundred rednecks. Oh, and a large tin-shed that they call the cafe because someone there serves coffee, iced tea, and slices of pie to the 4 4-tops worth of people that can be there. And drink... holy lord those people can drink. Makes sense, not much else to do there. But still, a second night there might have killed me. It was like abruptly going back to my college level alcohol consumption, but without my 20-year-old self's alcohol tolerance level. The featured cocktail at the reception was a horrendous concoction of country time lemonade powder dissolved in a 50-50 mixture of Keystone Light and cheap vodka.

 

[Xprimentyl]

My friend Jessica gifted me a keychain for my birthday; it's a replica of a desert eagle pistol that slides, has a removable clip, and you can pull the trigger for a satisfying *snap* when the hammer lands. It doesn't fire anything, just a cool little "guy" gift. I love this keychain. Well, I travelled from Texas to Ohio this past weekend, took my keys through DFW's security with no problem, but on the return trip last night, Columbus' TSA saw it when my carry-on was x-rayed, so they decided to search it. I was patient, told the agent (young guy in his late 20s, may early 30s) I knew what they probably saw, he asked what did "I" think they saw, and I casually mentioned I had a 2-inch-long keychain that looks like a gun. He took out my keys and inspected it. Another agent (another young guy) came over to look at it; both of them were "ooh-ing" and "aah-ing," playing with it, removing the clip, sliding the barrel, etc. This caught the attention of a THIRD agent (another young dude) who came over to ogle my keychain, before turning to me to proclaim, "yeah, you can't take this onboard." I thought he was joking, but he was "serious" with a shitty grin on his face. He took my keys over to the ostensible head agent who confirmed, it was a "realistic replica of a lethal weapon," and couldn't fly; my choices were to check my bag for $30, have my keychain mailed to my home for $20, or surrender it to them. I argued that while it was realistic, it was a REPLICA, literally a fraction of the size of any real gun, and they themselves could see it was completely harmless, but they gave me a "yeah, but no," and deferred me to the options they'd laid out before me.

I know one of those fucking guys kept my keychain; I doubt it made it to any evidence locker or some other official holding place for confiscated goods; one of those fucking cocksuckers probably pocketed it the moment I walked away.

 

[Chimpzy]

I finally received the invoice for my dialysis treatment in Switzerland two months ago, that I paid out of pocket because some desk jockey at the hospital didn't provide the correct info on what health insurance documents I needed to bring.

So now it's just a matter of bringing that invoice to my insurance, and in a couple days to a week I'll have my money back, right? RIGHT?

No, because that 1000 Swiss frank payment I made in Switzerland was actually a deposit, and the actual treatment was only about half that. So my insurance will cover the actual treatment part, but the remainder is to be reimbursed by the Swiss hospital.

It took two months to send an invoice, I now look forward to seeing how long it'll take to get money from them.

 

[Xprimentyl]

Yeah, that's rough. About a month ago I had a wedding for a step-niece, in a tiny parish town so small there isn't even a gas station. The town has a grain elevator, a tractor dealership, a church, and a couple hundred rednecks. Oh, and a large tin-shed that they call the cafe because someone there serves coffee, iced tea, and slices of pie to the 4 4-tops worth of people that can be there. And drink... holy lord those people can drink. Makes sense, not much else to do there. But still, a second night there might have killed me. It was like abruptly going back to my college level alcohol consumption, but without my 20-year-old self's alcohol tolerance level. The featured cocktail at the reception was a horrendous concoction of country time lemonade powder dissolved in a 50-50 mixture of Keystone Light and cheap vodka.

I rescind my complaints, (well, except the latest one about my fucking keychain; ) yours was a much worse situation. And the icing on the cake, WTF is that drink?? That sounds like a downright "good ol' boy" concoction that shouldn't be suitable for human consumption; please tell me you didn't drink it? And when you tell me you did, what did it taste like? I imagine impoverished citrus regret?

I finally received the invoice for my dialysis treatment in Switzerland two months ago, that I paid out of pocket because some desk jockey at the hospital didn't provide the correct info on what health insurance documents I needed to bring.

So now it's just a matter of bringing that invoice to my insurance, and in a couple days to a week I'll have my money back, right? RIGHT?

No, because that 1000 Swiss frank payment I made in Switzerland was actually a deposit, and the actual treatment was only about half that. So my insurance will cover the actual treatment part, but the remainder is to be reimbursed by the Swiss hospital.

It took two months to send an invoice, I now look forward to seeing how long it'll take to get money from them.

The "like" serves only as an acknowledgement that I recognize your frustration. Bureaucracy sucks, and I hate how they frames is a system of due "checks and balances" when it comes to our most important information when, in fact,, it is little more than glaring evidence that the systems are fundamentally broken if not intentionally built to find its customers in a convoluted limbo they'll be too frustrated to navigate effectively.

 

[gorfias]

F1 The Movie comes out today... so of course I'm travelling home to Ohio for a family reunion (planned months ago,) and will be locked up with everyone until Sunday NIGHT, and won't be able to see it until God knows when. Also, there's an actual F1 race in Austria this weekend that I'm probably going to miss. I love my family, but got damn it, there's not enough "Oh, I haven't seen you in years!" conversation I can fake smile through to mask my disappointment that the ONE movie I've anticipated in forever is gated behind hugs and kisses from aunts whose names I don't even remember.

On my radar!

 

[BrawlMan]

My godfather just passed away sunday night. He died at the age of 98. My family and I are holding up okay, but it's still sad to see him go.

I was going to rant about something else in additional, but feel it inappropriate and give it a few days before I'm ready to do so.

 

[hanselthecaretaker2]

My friend Jessica gifted me a keychain for my birthday; it's a replica of a desert eagle pistol that slides, has a removable clip, and you can pull the trigger for a satisfying *snap* when the hammer lands. It doesn't fire anything, just a cool little "guy" gift. I love this keychain. Well, I travelled from Texas to Ohio this past weekend, took my keys through DFW's security with no problem, but on the return trip last night, Columbus' TSA saw it when my carry-on was x-rayed, so they decided to search it. I was patient, told the agent (young guy in his late 20s, may early 30s) I knew what they probably saw, he asked what did "I" think they saw, and I casually mentioned I had a 2-inch-long keychain that looks like a gun. He took out my keys and inspected it. Another agent (another young guy) came over to look at it; both of them were "ooh-ing" and "aah-ing," playing with it, removing the clip, sliding the barrel, etc. This caught the attention of a THIRD agent (another young dude) who came over to ogle my keychain, before turning to me to proclaim, "yeah, you can't take this onboard." I thought he was joking, but he was "serious" with a shitty grin on his face. He took my keys over to the ostensible head agent who confirmed, it was a "realistic replica of a lethal weapon," and couldn't fly; my choices were to check my bag for $30, have my keychain mailed to my home for $20, or surrender it to them. I argued that while it was realistic, it was a REPLICA, literally a fraction of the size of any real gun, and they themselves could see it was completely harmless, but they gave me a "yeah, but no," and deferred me to the options they'd laid out before me.

I know one of those fucking guys kept my keychain; I doubt it made it to any evidence locker or some other official holding place for confiscated goods; one of those fucking cocksuckers probably pocketed it the moment I walked away.

Well fucking bloody hell. Too late for woulda/coulda/shoulda, but next time one of them starts any shit you are legally allowed to take pictures and/or record video during a search process, as long as it doesn’t reveal “sensitive information”. Then you could make them aware you have sent it to *whomever* for future reference (they are not authorized to search phones anyways) and then file a complain on the tsa website. You could probably still do that last part and give as much detail as possible about the incident, but no idea how successful these cases are involving recovery of stolen items.


On topic, yay 4th of July and a day off, but a week of hearing fireworks disrupting everything you do including trying to sleep can fuck right off. Yup, last Sunday though this Sunday in my neighborhood. There should be ordinances against use in residential areas on any other day besides the 4th itself.

 

[Chimpzy]

My godfather just passed away sunday night. He died it the age of 98. My family and I are holding up okay, but it's still sad to see him go.

I was going to rant about something else in additional, but feel it inappropriate and give it a few days before I'm ready to do so.

I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences and best wishes to you and your family. I hope you're surrounded by love and support right now. Take care of yourself.

 

[BrawlMan]

I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences and best wishes to you and your family. I hope you're surrounded by love and support right now. Take care of yourself.

Thank you.

 

[Kyrian007]

I rescind my complaints, (well, except the latest one about my fucking keychain; ) yours was a much worse situation. And the icing on the cake, WTF is that drink?? That sounds like a downright "good ol' boy" concoction that shouldn't be suitable for human consumption; please tell me you didn't drink it? And when you tell me you did, what did it taste like? I imagine impoverished citrus regret?

The... jug? it wasn't labeled with the drink's name. Just the ingredients. And it was... Ok, it wasn't terrible. Considering the only other drink available was Keystone or shots. Well, I had enough of them that the taste wasn't bothering me. And the hangover wasn't horrid. We had to go back and break down and clean all the tables at the venue and other than profuse sweating, I was feeling more or less ok. Kind of a funny coda, I have been exceptionally busy at work taking over for everyone else here going on vacation last week or this week. My brother calls and says several of his crew were wondering if I was coming back for his 4th of July party. Turns out my ability to turn on "hillbilly good ol' boy" in the appropriate situation still works well enough. Told them I'd like to, but couldn't get away.

 

[The Rogue Wolf]

Attention to all the people who like to joke that "oh, the millennials are so sheltered and weak, they can't even say 'suicide' or 'killed' and say 'unalived'": You are old and out of touch and need to shut up and get put in a retirement home. Social media is suppressing and even silencing things that use terms like "suicide" or "killed", so "the millennials" are just finding ways around it and owning the words they come up with. Remember when you came up with words your parents didn't know and congratulated yourself on confusing the 'rents? Yeah, well, call up your parents and let them know you've become them, just as they always said you would. And then shut up about everything forever, because you have nothing to say that needs to be heard by anyone who isn't in the retirement home with you.

 

[Chimpzy]

Got confirmation today that, yes, my right kidney will have to be removed. Awesome.

 

[BrawlMan]

Got confirmation today that, yes, my right kidney will have to be removed. Awesome.

I pray everything goes well for your surgery.

 

[The Rogue Wolf]

Got confirmation today that, yes, my right kidney will have to be removed. Awesome.

It has turned against you, and will be rewarded as a traitor deserves.

(But seriously, hoping you get through this well.)

 

[davidmc1158]

Got confirmation today that, yes, my right kidney will have to be removed. Awesome.

Good luck and God speed. May your recovery be gentle but swift.

 

[Chimpzy]

I pray everything goes well for your surgery.

It has turned against you, and will be rewarded as a traitor deserves.

(But seriously, hoping you get through this well.)

Good luck and God speed. May your recovery be gentle but swift.

Thanks.

But to complain a little more, I don't actually know when the surgery will be yet, because the operating surgeon is absent until mid next week, and only then will they be able to schedule something. So until then I'm in this kind of awkward place where I can't really make plans because the surgery might be late next week, or next month, or later. Tho I'd rather sooner than later; because the whole reason the kidney needs to go is it takes up so much of my abdomen there's not enough room for a transplant.

 

[BrawlMan]

Neither of my parents liked the new Superman film. That is fine, but my dad's reasons are silly. "Too sci-fi and too many giant monsters". "They killed Superman for me!". Dad... you do know there is more to Superman than the Chris Reeve's version or Henry Cavil. He's fought giant monsters in the comics, cartoons, and animated movies. It's not outside of Supe's wheelhouse. My mom said she found it boring, but at least she didn't have those dumb excuses.

 

[The Rogue Wolf]

Superman survived "super-mathematics"; he can survive a mid movie.

 

[BrawlMan]

Superman survived "super-mathematics"; he can survive a mid movie.

Which is weird, because they enjoyed and love Man of Steel just fine. Though they forgot they have a blu-ray copy of the movie. We all found Superman Returns boring though. My mom and dad forgot it even existed, or they that we saw it all the way back in 2006. My mom actually enjoyed Batman V. Superman, though my dad never saw it, and might as well not even exist to him.