Hello all. I'm Hanslanda.
I hope you've all been doing okay. I personally have been quite frustrated and angry for... Well, for a long time now. I kinda feel like bitching. So I'm going to. I encourage you to join me in bitching about daily life. Being able to do it here rather than, say, to your boss or at the cops when they're pulling you over, might be helpful to some. I understand there may be other topics for this kind of thing, but I'm selfish and needy, so I've made my own topic.
Here goes.
I'm a bagboy at the local grocery store. We offer paper and plastic bags. The paper bags are big and tough, but inconvienent and annoying. The plastic are quick and convienent, but flimsy. Most of the time, people get plastic. Sometimes they want paper, or their own cloth bags used. That's all well and good. But today, an individual came in and asked for paper inside of plastic.
This is fundamentally moronic on several levels. First, the plastic bags are NOT meant to hold the loads paper are meant to hold. Second, the corners of the paper bags are very effective at slicing through the plastic like it was tissue paper. Third, it is somewhat difficult to get the paper bags inside the plastic bags in the first place.
I get that they had a reason. Paper has no handles on it. Plastic does. That's a pretty damn weak pro to offset the multiple cons I described above.
A few days ago, a family came in, and they got a few small items. I asked what kind of bag they wanted. Two of them both replied at the same time. "Plastic" "Paper" Awesome, do I get to pick? Anyway, they pick plastic. The one who said paper says, "I was just thinking of the environment."
Okay. You know you have to cut down a tree to make paper, right? Actually, they cut down a bunch, grind em up and make pulp, so its probably like twenty trees. I understand plastic doesn't rot/rots incredibly slowly. But what is worse, trash that never disappears, or cutting down trees? Trees make AIR. I know what I would pick.
I was in court the other day. I'm in a deferred program for drug-related felony criminals that gives them a chance to erase the felony before it goes on their record. In the beginning, if you get high, they send you to jail for two days. But if you go the whole time without getting high, then get high at the very end, they send you to prison for four months and restart the WHOLE 1.5 year program over again.
Okay. So, if I just fuck up immediately, I get in a bit of trouble. But if I have a genuine relapse late in my program, possibly at an emotional moment of weakness, then I have to go to prison and get restarted, even though I've been complying perfectly for 1+ years? What. The. Fuck?
Anyway, it is your turn now.
What do you feel like bitching about?
Important Note: I do not encourage attacking me or anyone else's reasons for bitching, complaining, or whining. This is a place to relieve stress and feel better. If you have something helpful, feel free to help out. But I'd recommend you phrase helpfully, and not critically. I'm very accepting of criticism 99% of the time, but not here. I don't want to deal with being okay with it here. Keep it to yourself please, even if I am just being a melodramatic crybaby about the things I'm complaining about.
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