Pet Peeves

[Caomhaoin]

The modern obsession with portmanteaus. Everything has to be one now. A girl I used to work with whose surname is Blanchfield, got married to an O'Hara, and they put fucking BLANCHARA on the invitations as if they were Fergie and whatever spa from the royal family she married.

That submarine tech alliance one was the last straw though. Unreal bullshit. Whatever about the machinations of the Nazi-Soviet pact, Pact of Steel, Auld Alliance etc, at least they sound intimidating and not written by some pan sexual Instagram influencer.

[The Heretic]

Tradespeople. Nearly everyone of them that I've had the misfortune of dealing with on the renovation project has let me down in some sense or another. The only one that hasn't is the carpenter and seeing as he's my brother I am discounting that.

I have to get the contractor back because one of the jobs his lads did isn't right.

"I'll be there Tuesday at five"

"I have to finish work early so"

"Only time I'm around this week"

Text him on Tuesday at 1630hrs "We still OK for today"

"No. Can't do it.  Meant to call you. Thursday at six?"

"Yes. OK"

Thursday comes. No sign of him after I haring it home to be there on time. No answer when I ring him. Text at 1930hrs "I'm meant to call to you this week, it'll be next week now or the week after".

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK them!

It is a complete balls. I was lucky enough to source a plumber a few weeks ago. He couldn't make the first agreed time as he got stuck on a job but contacted me well before hand. Arrived bang on time for the rescheduled time the next day..did the job and charged me 70 euro.. I gave him 130. Everyone's a winner...why can't they all be that straightforward?

[John Kimble]

Tradespeople. Nearly everyone of them that I've had the misfortune of dealing with on the renovation project has let me down in some sense or another. The only one that hasn't is the carpenter and seeing as he's my brother I am discounting that.

I have to get the contractor back because one of the jobs his lads did isn't right.

"I'll be there Tuesday at five"

"I have to finish work early so"

"Only time I'm around this week"

Text him on Tuesday at 1630hrs "We still OK for today"

"No. Can't do it.  Meant to call you. Thursday at six?"

"Yes. OK"

Thursday comes. No sign of him after I haring it home to be there on time. No answer when I ring him. Text at 1930hrs "I'm meant to call to you this week, it'll be next week now or the week after".

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK them!

Yeah, not to disparage an entire group but pretty much spot on. I think it has always been that way but seems to have been exacerbated by the pandemic. I remember the stress of getting an extension done a few years ago (1st world problems, yeah I know) and trying to coordinate the whole effort across the builders, electricians, carpenters, etc. Most stressful experience of my life. I remember having lads booked in to lay flooring only for the builders to make a complete balls of the groundwork, completely uneven and set the whole thing back by weeks. I wouldn't have minded if it was just a few cosmetic changes, but the extension put the kitchen out of action for a whole month, which isn't ideal when you have two young kids. That said though, the missus took the kids back to her parents for a month, and left me on my own on a diet of Pot Noodle and booze. Bliss.

[son of the Morrigan]

Its not just tradespeople to be fair, the fucking pigs are as bad.
House I was living in years ago got broken in to while we were all at work, we were all builders in the house. The cunt that done it, and I've a fair idea who it was, broke a window at the back and took money, games consoles, dvd player and sundry items.
Against my advice the Gards were called, they said they would send someone out in an hour or so and to touch nothing, needless to say no piggy showed up.
Rang them again the next morning and was told there would be swine there at two that afternoon, one of the lads took the day off work to be there, no piggy showed up.
Rang them again that evening and was told there would be a sow there at two the next day, the same lad took off work to be there, no fucking piggy showed up.
Rang them again that evening and was told there would be a hog there at two the next day, I took the day off to be there, it wasn't fair on the other lad to be missing work, we didn't get paid unless we were there like. No fucking piggy showed up until eight o clock that night, when a  half asleep, half in uniform, totally uninterested fat slob cunt showed up to "investigate", this is three days later now like, it had been pissing rain so we had had to board up the window.
To cut a long story short I wont get into the moronic conversation I had to endure with this feckless fuck other than to say I ended up telling him to get the fuck out of the house when he laughed at one of the lads who asked him what he reckoned the chances of us getting our stuff back were.
And people wonder why I despise the fucking Gards.

[Mower Liberation Front]

CD I bought on Ebay in July was showing no signs of arriving, I ran a track & trace and it's on its way back to the seller. Fucking annoying, contacted him, the address is correct, wasn't held up by customs or anything, just marked as 'undeliverable'. He said he'll let me know when it gets back to him and we'll see what's what then (and I'm covered by Ebay/Paypal either way, so I'm not worried) but it's a pain in the arse.

An Post have been doing that with loads of stuff since the VAT thing changed, they tell you "The electronic customs  information on s incorrect, so it's automatically sent back" and say it's all Revenue's fault.
Revenue are going "Uhh, we haven't even seen it to decide whether or not it should have been sent back"

[Carnage]

Sounds about right, still no sign of the thing on either end. From what I can gather, it got as far as Germany, and was turned around, so I think AP are off the hook on this one. Pain in the barse at this stage, either way.

[Circlepit]

An Post and the revenue are having great fun altogether. My sister sent a present  from NY to my young fella. That want 38 euro customs on it before it's released to me.
It's a hoodie!!! By all accounts if a parcel has more that's €40 value it subject to the new customs tariff.
The dirty bastards.

[Kurt Cocaine]

Easy solution boyos....
Stop being a consumer.... 
Draw a few doodles on your existing garments...

[Carnage]

Sounds about right, still no sign of the thing on either end. From what I can gather, it got as far as Germany, and was turned around, so I think AP are off the hook on this one. Pain in the barse at this stage, either way.

Fed up now, asked for a refund and got it straight away, which is telling in itself.

[101_North]

I'm all for folks enjoying the outdoors but the post-covid outdoor cunts can fuck right off! Blocking farm lanes with cars, commandeering trout fisheries for paddle boarding, cutting down trees for campfires, sticking shitty bog roll to trees, not even bothering to bury their own shite, hanging used surgical masks on the same fences they've hung their dog shit bags, turning regional parks into Eurocamp, taking up every piece of coastal green space with rented camper vans, whizzing about on fucking e-bikes, leaving still lit bbq's at their arse, leaving their entire campsite behind as it was only £80 for the lot in Halfords....the rant is fucking endless! Fuck them all to hell 

[Giggles]

Trying to buy gig tickets online the morning they go on sale. Sitting here staring at a loading icon, no idea what's going on 

[Kurt Cocaine]

Feeling like a Tool, wha....

[Carnage]

Bank fees. Cuntish.

[Kurt Cocaine]

Have to keep €2500 or over in my PTSB account to avoid those charges. Well worth it...

[Carnage]

No such luck with AIB. Only reason I'm still with them is that they're not as shite as BOI and there's still a branch in town. For now, anyway.