Things I’m just not doing any more

[Newstartplease24]

1. trying to look at someone’s phone screen. Tell me what you want to tell me. Or send me something, if you MUST. I’m not peering at anyone else’s phone ever again, while they point it at their own face and dont turn it towards me properly, and expect me to lean into their nasty breath and cold germs.
2. installing an app. No. Just no. I can’t possibly need or want whatever it is enough to make a fucking app worthwhile.
3. using self service if there are any staffed tills at all. Fine to wait thanks. No I don’t want to hear about the unexpected item in the bagging area. How can it be unexpected? A. I just scanned it and b. It’s a fucking bag of parsley in Lidl, it’s not a fucking surprise. I won’t be dancing about looking for permission to move something 1cm or buy a beer. No.

im sure there are more. What are yours?

The opposite to one of yours… use a manned checkout when there’s a self checkout available 😂. People queue for ages for a manned checkout at my local supermarket while I nip past them and check myself out.

Going on any sort of rollercoaster or ride. I don’t think them. I don’t care if anyone thinks that’s boring or cares whether I go on or not. I don’t want to. So I’m not.

Christmas.

1. Explaining myself to people who are not entitled to an explanation (this is not a weird dig at this thread; it's just something I've decided to stop doing in my life)
2. Buying excessive amounts of 'just in case' festive food. The local Co-Op sells mince pies, brie, olives, and chocolate (and not much else 😂) so the worst case scenario is that I nip there and grab what I can find
3. Wearing proper clothes in the house. Pyjamas straight on as soon as I walk in the door.

Increasingly, pay for anything with a card when I can use cash. Much easier to track and control my spending that way.

So many places are card only though. Our pharmacy is, even when you’re only buying a packet of paracetamol.

Totally agree. I'm thrilled that Tesco now have self-service checkouts big enough for trolleys! So much quicker, and absolutely zero chatting from anyone.

Luckily for me I live in Ireland, where afaik 'card only' is illegal.

Not sharing screen in Teams meetings that I’m leading. I have to prep the agenda, know what needs to be done and make notes and refer to information throughout. I’m not losing control of my laptop and my processes just because people senior to me or junior to me want to be spoonfed with me pulling up an agenda or a work plan they already have access to AND I sent them just before this meeting. I’m doing all the work, if someone wants to have a handy play school guide to what we’re talking about on screen, one of the passengers of the meeting can use their laptop for it.

Emptying pockets before putting a wash on. Anything with stuff in the pockets is being thrown back into the offender’s bedroom to be dealt with

I have been discarding things for years. It’s great. Ironing. Skirts. Uncomfortable shoes. Make up. Christmas cards. Cooking turkey.

Oh yes. Uncomfortable shoes can get lost.

on that tip: acrylic jumpers. No. I don’t care how expensive they are and what silly name youre giving the acrylic now (looking at you m&s): they’re crap and feel crap

No more Xmas cards. 👍

Make Up. Heeled shoes. Love my walking boots, Uggs and Birkenstocks. I’m in my Comfy-Yogi Era and I have finally found my true self. Sanitary towels that aren’t reusable ones, they are so much more comfortable and popper on!!!

I’m not being the automatic taxi driver either. So that includes learning to say No without guilt!

You'll be queueing again soon when they withdraw all manned tills. Annoys me for elderly folk who just can't manage self checkout.

Im not doing it unless I 100% have to!

I probably will, but until then I’ll enjoy not queueing and being out of the shop before I’d even have got to the front of the queue for the manned checkout!

Camping with kids. No relaxation, no calm, just shredded nerves from everyone else’s noise and shit hair and skin from having no time to look after myself. Hot tent, everyone’s crap everywhere, always desperately looking for something to do that will get everyone off my back for a while. I want a chair and a book and some culture for at least some of the time on my holidays from now on. If I can’t afford to go away without living in a refugee camp, I can get that at home and get the train somewhere to get a change of scenery in the day.

Both would be ideal for me. Manned for those who prefer it. I have a disability and I find self checkout easier because I can go at my own pace. I don’t mind social interaction and I could ask for help packing but I like things in my order and don’t overload (for me, the packer would easily be able to manage).

1. Shaving or otherwise depilating any part of my body,
2. Wearing a bra unless I'm "out out",
3. Expending effort on holidays I don't give a damn about,
4. Pandering to fragile male egos (with a possible exception for the dog).

Accepting invitations to hen dos, baby showers (or anything really) etc when I know I’ll hate it, just because it’s the done thing.

kayaking. Never again.

Number 4. A million times over. I’m sick of it.

Ironing

1. Going out in the dark - don't want to do it so I don't
2. Wearing a bra - since I 'lost' a boob (why do we say that? I didn't leave it on the bus somewhere) I just stick a nipple cover on t'other one if it's in torpedo mode
3. Turning clothes (t-shirts, grrr!) the right way when I do the washing - that's how it was presented so that's how it's being returned
4. Wearing any makeup apart from eyebrows (don't want to be too scary) unless it's because I'm bored (and it's dark, see above, and nothing on tv)

Not making the effort for anyone who I know from experience to be a cfer.
Ignoring whinging and 'sob stories' when I know for a fact the person is trying it on for sympathy.

OP, I so agree with you about apps. Parking ones especially are the worse.

i met with an old school friend recently. Ever since I’ve known her I’ve gabbled away filling in the empty spaces in conversation (and getting the impression that’s she’s not even listening to me). Not anymore!! It was quite liberating last time I spoke to her - she had to put the work in.