Come and be irrationally irritated alongside me and tell me why you're overreacting

[MrsMaryMystery]

Tell me your stories of being irrationally irritated.
I have the irrational rage (IR) because I weighed a parcel twice on a good scales which I tested with a tin of beans, and the parcel came in at under 500g. I stuck some stamps on it, rounding up as I only have 1st class.

I checked out the price on the royal mail get a price website. It's going to Germany so came up as requiring 12 stamps.
Sent child and his grandma on a lovely walk to the Post office. They came back and told me the weight was wrong - in fact it was twice what I thought it was so they had to pay more.

Why has this given me such a rage? I went down the post office to ask them nicely to weigh it for me to see, but alas, it's been picked up. I know that my weight was correct because of what was in the parcel, and the package was a standard cardboard box. Not a 500g box. Just a box. Maybe the sellotape was lead lined 🤔🤔🤔🤔

Soothe me with similar stories of minor woe!

DH doesn't get rid of the crumbs off the chopping board after he's cut bread.

But he always puts the loo seat down, so...

@MrsMaryMystery

I think your boiler did do it on purpose. Boilers are like that :-(

Yep mine is close to its end I think too. I don't feel IR about though. It is 29 years old so I can't really get cross. Except that it will be replaced and then we'll probably need another one within a few years because they don't last anymore.

Possibly not irrational but a customer said to me "you're a good girl, I'm sure you'll be able to sort this issue out"
Fuck off. I'm 36

Like much of the rest of the world ATM, I am currently at the mercy of IM systems.

I have a couple of colleagues who I actually quite like, but who are driving me mental with the formatting of their messages, vis:

1. Hi LadyJaye

(minute's break)

1. Hope you're well.

(It doesn't take a minute to type 'hope you're well', FFS)

(Several more minutes tick by...)

1. Can you [finally gets to point of message]?

1. Thanks! [smiley face]

JUST TYPE ONE MESSAGE. ONE.

That is annoying but I've been burned too many times now to know NEVER to buy postage online or guesstimate with stamps!

DH held the dog lead the wrong way

My hotel break booked for May (rescheduled from April) has been cancelled by the hotel due to Covid closure until June.
I saw this on the news. I contacted the hotel to rebook for September and asked to confirm the cancellation for May.

I am still angry that my May booking can’t go ahead I might be crazy

I got to finish work early today.

Well, I had permission to leave at 1.30pm.

Unfortunately, in the five minutes after that where I had to finish up what I was doing, six people came along with shit they should have done last week incredibly urgent things that ONLY I could do. And then they fucked off home. Because they'd managed to catch the mug who was too slow in running for the door and could walk away knowing that it would be done.

My early finish turned into, taking into account that I didn't even get my normal lunch break (because I was finishing early), getting home exactly 10 minutes earlier than usual.

Oh, and the person who kicked off on a All Staff email, claiming that you needed to install Windows 10 and Microsoft Edge in order to open a Google Docs file and only a complete moron would ask for something to be completed with just Chrome and Explorer installed on the machine was a particularly sweet end to proceedings. I did, however, refrain from suggesting she either looked for a Basic Computer Skills course as offered for the unemployed in the nearest college or asked the nearest 11 year old to explain to her how to click on a fucking link and open the file because I can't be dealing with wilful incompetence at this time of the day. So I should be thinking 'Yay, me, I didn't annihilate her on a Reply All' instead of 'WHO DOES THIS FUCKING IDIOT THINK SHE IS SPEAKING TO ME LIKE THAT?'.

I'm trying to learn to crochet x I can't do it!!!!

My parents bought Cadbury's Mini Eggs Easter Eggs for DD, DH and me. Would be lovely but each one comes with a huge ugly mug. Bright yellow with Cadbury's mini eggs logo all over it.

I already have too many mugs. These are hideous.

The mugs are taking up room in the box that could have been chocolate instead!

I have spent about three solid hours trying to get through to my MILs three pension companies to get written proof of her income for a LA care funding application, to discover that of course my admin averse DP hasn't registered our POAs with them, and before they can communicate with us we need to send a laundry list of ID and the original documents by post to do it. We have a deadline of two weeks to get all required paperwork although they might, if we grovel enough they just might give us an extension. That's if they can fully read an email and answer one straight question in kind. Each one will probably take two weeks to process and more in one case, due to Covid and "systems". Mostly our bad, so I can suck that up, so my irritation is somewhat rational (thanks DP for being the personification of an ostrich in the face of paperwork and not copying me in, because too proud and embarrassed and likely to file essential documents under the cat for all I know sometimes - grrrr).

The irrational bit is bloody holding music, the endless urges to visit the website, so many options to press that by the time they've gone through them all I've forgotten what the first two are and have to do it AGAIN!!

And, after holding for an hour with one company - they just dropped the call completely!!!! Arrrrgh.

(To be fair the two humans I did get through to after an Aeon were beyond helpful, bless them)

I suppose we probably deserve it, but Ye Gods, I'm on the feckin ceiling right now!

I got the rage when I went to tesco and too many other people had the cheek to turn the same time.

I hate the current trend for load car exhausts and especially the ones that backfire on purpose - wankers.

Everybody in my house is talking. All at the same time, with intermittent singing/humming etc. I just want 2 mins of silence. Shut up everyone!!! But instead everyone keeps asking what’s wrong with me

I'm not sure if my rage is rational or irrational at this stage, but somebody needs to talk me down from throwing our xbox out the window! It's turning my normally lovely thoughtful boys into nightmares!

Totally irrational rage on the part of the 9 year old in relation to the xbox. Refusing to let his brother play and then when brother gets on asks me when it's time for him to get off! I hate the xbox!

@hellcatspangle

I got the rage when I went to tesco and too many other people had the cheek to turn the same time.

Haha I had this when I went for my C25K run last night. Other people has the AUDACITY to walk their dogs at the same time as my run. Didn't they know I had chosen that route specifically to avoid people?

I get IR about bottle feeding. The absolute faff of it all, washing, sterilising, putting the bottles together. The cost of the milk, and inconvenience of having to do it the middle of the night. If my body would've just been able provide enough milk, I wouldn't need to do all the bloody heft of bottle feeding. Damn it to hell.

No matter how many times I ask the teen to take glasses/cups down or not to eat in her room, she still does it. Followed by "sorry mum" sad face. DON'T BE SORRY JUST FRIGGING DO IT.
My 10 year old constantly interrupting me to tell me what his character is doing in whatever game he is playing at the time. I really don't care, but I nod along and say oh really, that's nice/good/etc can mummy finish (insert whatever I was doing)? Because I know he'll be back in 5 minutes to do it again.
The husband gives me constant IR every time he sits at his laptop. He types like he's wearing boxing gloves, literally hammers the keys and talks soooo loud on the phone. He informed me he won't be going back to an office until the end of the year. I JUST WANT 5 MINUTES TO MYSELF in a clean tidy, silent home is that too much to ask

I had to teach another part of the business about my job and my part of the business as they keep sending us the wrong stuff.

2 days it took. By the end of my training course they were STILL arguing with me that these things have to come across to my team.

I BLOODY DO THIS JOB! YOU ARE WRONG! You just had me, and a solicitor spend 2 full days explaining why you cant do that!

So feels like I lost 2 days of work trying to help them and it'll still be the same clusterfuck of issues when we go back on tuesday

The buddleia in the back garden. DH researched it, chose it, built a planter for it, planted it... Then ignored it. I watered, fed and deadhead Ed it through the summer but stopped in September and reminded him about the need for pruning during the dormant season.

It's still has the brown flowers left from last year all over it and I resent having to look at it.

We ain't ever getting a dog.

The way dh picks up the playing pieces of Splendor REALLY gives me rage.

Woke up from a nap this afternoon with IR because, in my sleep, I made a loud honk-like noise that could wake the dead.

Also had IR when DH got in this evening and put his metal hot mug down on the table next to his keys which scraped against each other and made a vile noise that made my teeth scream.

He also bought sugar free chocolate, which tastes like soil, yesterday instead of proper person chocolate so maybe it's not so irrational.

@hellcatspangle

I got the rage when I went to tesco and too many other people had the cheek to turn the same time.

This is me every damn time I go to the supermarket. If it's early on a weekday I'll even think "don't these people have jobs?!" (I'm there in the middle of a weekday and I have a job so I'm not quite sure what my brain is playing at)

So small it's more funny than irritating. What was the packer thinking?