One More Rant

Australian. Fucking. Drivers.

You, the whole damn lot of you, are quite possibly the worst drivers I've ever had the displeasure of sharing the road with. You are the reason the traffic is so bad. My express (what a joke) bus was magically turned into a squirming cesspool of hate the moment the driver

announced "the M2 is so badly congested, it's going to be quicker for us to take another badly congested road with a slower speed limit".

Wait.

What?

Seriously? GODAMMITSOMUCH.

And I blame all of you pathetic fools who has no idea how to, for example, merge. It's not exactly difficult to master! The hidden trick is to not come to a complete damned stop to join the already happily moving traffic! And you, the person who speeds up to not let the person in - you are not without blame either as you've just broken two laws. Speeding is in fact a crime and so is not letting a merging car in if their lane is ending!

You might be thinking "but Russ, surely even in your godlike abilities, you too are an Australian driver and therefore by your very own logic must be terrible!"

You'd be right. I'm just much a much higher grade of terrible. I have the advantage of being thrust into a country on a recent holiday that DOES know how to drive and it's basically learn fucking quick or die in a fiery 130km/h death all while having insults screamed in French from every fucking angle. Every Australian needs to learn to drive by a European.

An Aussie who didn't quickly learn whilst driving in France.

I'm not without my flaws - I speed pretty much all the damned time but at least I'm courteous. I give a thank you wave, I let people in and I try to be the least amount of douche bag I can possibly be.

The First Dislike

Ignorant. People.

Simple, isn't it? Every day, I have to try and fix some ignoramus' (ignoramii's?) computer. This wouldn't be an issue normally as, hey, that's kinda what I'm paid for but when 95% of the issues I've been asked to look at consist of "my monitor doesn't work" or "my computer wont turn on", you'd think the business would consider some basic

IT training for all staff! I'm not talking about teaching them anything technical, just something as simple as... "Check that the damned (computer part) is plugged in before contacting me"

I know I'm not the only one to have to deal with this issue (but this is my damned blog and I'll cry if I want to) and I'm sure people enjoy the occasional chuckle they get from Joe Bloggs over by the window who has no clue but the point I'm trying to raise is "Why, in this day and age of technology, do people not realise that things that need power from an electrical outlet need to be plugged in?!" Computer illiteracy is the most common excuse I hear from someone when I give them my patented and subtle "You're an idiot" look. Are you toaster illiterate too? Are you hair dryer illiterate too?

A confusing piece of machinery, this is.

I can tell many of you would be thinking that perhaps I should just write a basic document for people to go over as basic troubleshooting techniques. Good idea! Shame I only last 3 weeks in this job as the travel is damned near killing me... If I was staying here, I would have said something by now or at least mentioned it to the boss but as I'm leaving, I haven't said anything and as such, I'm still irritated. Plus who the hell reads those emails from IT anyway... Don't judge me.

An Introduction

I had an amazing realisation today - I really don't like a lot of things.

I mean, I know that certain things are just downright annoying and those of you that know me could say I may/may not have "anger issues".

Here's the situation for those that don't know me; I'm 24(at the time of writing this), I work in IT(today is my second last day in this current job) and godammitsomuch some things just really piss me off.

I will be elaborating on my many issues over the course of this blog and to be honest, I don't care if nobody reads it as it feels oh so nice to vent to a wider audience as opposed to individual people. One at a time. Copy and pasting the same damned thing over. And over. And over.

Chances are, if I'm mad, I'll write here. If something has irked me, I'll write about it. If something has rubbed me slightly the wrong way, dammit - I'll write about it! I'm aware that this idea is in no way original and hell, I might realise that I also really don't like blogging either and in a quick puff of smoke, this could all just stop suddenly without any prior warni

ng. See what I did there? Yeah, my humour is almost godlike.