Whats rustling your jimmies?

Zaara said:

I wasn't allowed to wear a nose stud when I got hired at my current work. Had to take my labret out and everything, fine. I understand the labret, the stud not so much, but rules is rules.

But it's okay for my manager to keep dying her hair stupid fucking colors though, right? Because a nose stud is more disruptive or whatever the fuck than some pudge with BRIGHT BLUE hair or BRIGHT ORANGE hair. And she can have manic phases where she decides to come into work done up in makeup like a circus clown, 'cuz muh bipolar' or whatever.

I can't wear a nose stud that I'd had since the age of 18, but the guy today serving me coffee today at Dunkin Donuts? He can wear a full fucking fashion wig, full dark red lipstick, fake eyelashes, and gemstone-studded fake nails. 'Cuz muh right to not be discriminated against.' Meanwhile If I showed up to the same place of work wearing half that bullshit I would get sent home, because the drive-thru window at DD isn't where you get to wear your full 'fuck me' makeup. Fair's fair, man.

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Just make up something like say you're now "BiTrans" and you're worried about your gender expression being discriminated against due to the dress code policy.

Burren said:

OK, I'm hooked; where the fuck do you work? Is it white-collar corporate, or fast food?

Today's gripe: fucking 3 year old in the seat behind me on the plane (who the hell books a flight with 3 kids in business class?) fucking around with the tray table and crying when he doesn't get his way while the parents IGNORE HIM AND LET IT CONTINUE FOR ALMOST 4 HOURS.

Fucking children and their fucking asshole parents.

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Do you not complain to the flight crew/airline to get free stuff?

GSO Airport Delays. 5 times in a row now the company wants me to fly out of CLT that is ~2 Hrs away. Delta Plat and change to asshole airlines???

My wife is in New York city and eating at Michelin star restaurants and I'm home with the kids eating pizza.

So rustled.

Says fuck gas

Drives car full of petroleum based plastics and other products

Burren said:

OK, I'm hooked; where the fuck do you work? Is it white-collar corporate, or fast food?

Today's gripe: fucking 3 year old in the seat behind me on the plane (who the hell books a flight with 3 kids in business class?) fucking around with the tray table and crying when he doesn't get his way while the parents IGNORE HIM AND LET IT CONTINUE FOR ALMOST 4 HOURS.

Fucking children and their fucking asshole parents.

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People without kids have no idea how embarrassing it is for parents in a public (especially in a quiet place) when our kid acts the fool and we cant handle it the way we want to. Its like your kid knows other people are around so they can get away with shit they wouldn't normally get away with.

vGrade said:

The way I handle your kind is very simple with my 4 year old son. The moment I notice someone getting annoyed or whispering about how my kid is acting I pick him up by the wrist feet dangling in the air and spank the fuck out of him with my other hand. I make it dramatic as fuck. You should see the uncomfortable look on peoples face. That moment when they thought they wanted you to handle your kid but quickly changed their mind.

People without kids have no idea how embarrassing it is for parents in a public (especially in a quiet place) when our kid acts the fool and we cant handle it the way we want to. Its like your kid knows other people are around so they can get away with shit they wouldn't normally get away with.

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Bro, unless you are causing permanent harm to your child, I won't be the least bit phased with a spanking. Sometimes it's what works. On this flight, the parents genuinely ignored their fucking kid and let him be a piece of shit for hours. Maybe they're sick of the little shit? Maybe they're numb to it? Maybe they just don't care and are oblivious fuck-bags. Dunno. But, I'm going to go with "fucking sick of it and NOW don't fucking care enough to do anything, which = fuck-bags".

Making a huge steak and fresh fries dinner with the kids, wife was pissed she's going to miss it.

Last night she ate at the fucking Momofuku Noodle Bar. She can suck it.

There's going to be hangry sex when she gets home tomorrow. That might make up for the rustle.

Turning 40 and dumping your girlfriend of 8 years because her family is white trash that you can't deal with anymore... and you feel lonely when she's sitting right next to you.
Realizing you most likely won't see 50. And after that, there's just 60, 70, and 80to look forward to.
Looking around and noticing it's too late to do most of the things you'd been putting off.
Understanding that you've spent so many years lying to yourself about being happy and positive that you're not sure if you're miserable or not.
Being too fat to date. By the time you get thin enough to not get laughed at by a gal, you'll be in your early 40's and the only people you're really attracted to are 20 somethings.
Hating the idea of having kids and realizing that if you want to be with someone you're likely going to have to help raise some douchebag's brat.
Knowing that you're going to die someday and when you do you'll want more time, feel cheated and terrified, and never get to see how things all turn out.

Knowing that drugs and therapy can't cure death or your fear & hatred of it. Experiencing an insane rage at the idea that if had just been born a century later... maybe even sooner... you could have had a legit chance at immortality through technology.
Understanding that if you articulate this in social media, you sound like an emo douche. At best. Telling someone in real life won't actually help them. It'll just depress them.

Wishing I could feel a spark of life or childhood carelessness. Knowing I never will ever again for more than a few fleeting moments.

These things rustle the fuck out of my jimmies. Thanks for reading. I'll be fine.

When the rope breaks. Thanks, Zhavric.

When you consistently get work forms that state "2 + 2 =" and you aren't allowed to assume 4 and have to ask for the answer because of that one time three years ago some dumbass meant 5 and threw a fit. You'd think after the first dozen times you ask they'd remember to write that damn 4.

Hopefully being asked to clarify the stupidly obvious rustles them as well.

Oooh ooh, while on the topic of petty shit -

When someone says "oh hey, we're out of blah" and then disappears for an hour, this does not mean that they went and acquired the blah. No, what they meant was "you go get the blah while I fuck right off."

And yes "someone" is a she. But you knew that because somehow they've all decided to communicate using vague non-requests that you've spent your life ignoring from anyone that isn't supplying you with pussy.

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