Posts Tagged ‘annoying’

Poor Me.

Friday, July 29th, 2011

Ok, that’s it. I’m having a whinge. It has been one of those days where I’m fairly certain an evil little man with a remote control and a general mean streak is sitting up in the sky and causing things to happen to me JUST TO BE ANNOYING. He is definitely French and he is most certainly short. I don’t like him. In fact, I hope his arms fall off because this is just ridiculous. Ok, here are the rubbish things that happened to me today:

  1. Whilst making coffee this morning, the plunger decided it was a volcano and spurted hot coffee all over my perfectly clean jeans.
  2. I had to take a tour today at 1pm so I left home at 12.15pm which gives me enough time to find a Velib (which can be tricky sometimes) and ride down to Place Saint Michel. I left the house and found there were no Velibs in the stations near me so I started to walk towards Place Saint Michel. On the way, I found a Velib station, took a bike and all was fine and dandy until BANG! I must have ridden over something sharp and my back tyre blew. So I then had to find a station to put the bike into so I could take another one which should have been easy except the closest station I found had one spot where I could have put the bike back except it was broken. So I then had to walk down the street, pushing the bike in search for another. It took me 10 minutes to find a station that wasn’t full where I could leave the bike. I then had to keep walking to another station as you have to wait five minutes in between taking bikes. By this time, I was late for work. I finally found another bike and rode like the wind (hitting every possible red traffic light) and made it just in time to be told that today was the day they were reporting back to the ‘Big Boss’ as to what time staff were arriving. Excellent.
  3. It rained for about 15 minutes of my tour – at one point quite significantly.
  4. I had an arrogant, know-it-all, likes to butt in, Frenchman on my tour who didn’t give me ANYTHING at the end. He brought with him his two know-it-all sons who proceeded to tell me the CORRECT history of France and how many things I had said wrong (this was probably a good thing though… I considered stealing his brain. Although I did wonder why on earth an 8 year old boy knows the names of every single King of France. He must get teased at school.)
  5. I had another arrogant Irishman on the tour who also didn’t tip me.
  6. My group was full of poor backpackers who are living on 4 Euros a day and therefore are disinclined to give any of it to me for taking them on a 4-hour walk.
  7. During the break in the middle of the tour, I bought myself a nutella crêpe because usually they make everything better. This crêpe was made by a 14 year old boy who had clearly never done it before and who proceeded to completely and utterly stuff it up. It was awful and I had to throw most of it in the bin because it wasn’t worth the calories.
  8. At the end of the tour I took a group to a ‘local French restaurant’ where they could have ‘real French food’ at ‘great prices’ and I proceeded to make measly centimes (that’s French for cents) for each person I brought.
  9. Someone gave me a Russian coin as part of my tip.
  10. I had to come home and cook dinner and then stupidly left the stove top on (I never do this.) Thankfully no fires resulted so clearly the little man has had enough.
  11. I discovered that an apartment that I have been trying to book for when Tom and I go to New York and that up until now has appeared to be available and the guy renting the apartment kept telling me was available, is, in fact, UNAVAILABLE. And now the internet is working at a snail’s pace and I am having to try and find somewhere else for us to stay.
So, as you can see, I’m having a bit of a whinge because I did also spend the day walking around Paris seeing the Louvre, the Seine, Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, the Grand Palais etc, and then I did come home to find that Tom had mopped the floor, defrosted the freezer AND bought ice cream for dessert. The ice cream did fix most things. Except for the internet. That’s still a pain.

Lettuce Ketchup

Monday, February 21st, 2011

It has been sometime since my last entry and I feel I have been disloyal to you all. But mostly I feel I have been too busy which is probably a good thing! Surely sitting in my apartment and writing on my website should be low on my priority list of “Things to do in Paris”. Items that need to be listed above it include:

  1. Climb the Eiffel Tower
  2. Eat a croissant
  3. Explore Paris and do Parisian things like spit in the street, smoke and walk slowly in the middle of footpaths.

What can I write about today? I have a few things I could mention although they’re mostly negatives. I think I shall have a slight rant about the French while mentioning that I ate delicious pastries today.

Please note, when I say “the French” I am speaking in a very general sense and it doesn’t include all of the nice, helpful and generally wonderful French people that I have met/know.

THE FRENCH ARE ANNOYING. They really don’t care about you in the slightest and unless they’re going to gain something for performing a task, they’re not going to help you. Even if you’re planning on paying them (eg. to serve you food) they still won’t help you. They might slam something down on the table in front of you, but they’ll sigh and whinge about doing it, roll their eyes and then go and ease their cares with a soothing cigarette. On a few occasions I have purposefully smiled big smiles in order to show friendliness and a carefree attitude and have been looked at with pure evil in return. My preferred tactic is to then continue being overly friendly until they realise they can’t be grumpy with me anymore and then eventually they calm down enough to wish you farewell as you leave. So thoughtful.

This unwillingness to help has resulted in our internet being completely useless. I feel like I have returned to 1997 when I used to wait patiently for images to load – tck…. tck…. tck…. During certain hours of the day (when most of the other residents have left) you can actually use the internet, but don’t bother trying around dinner time and at night. Everyone is sitting at their computers in their apartments trying to squeeze websites through tiny wires. I’m sure Steven Conroy could help. Anyway, basically all of the residents complain to the two women in charge of the apartments who then call the internet providers who send someone out to ‘have a look’. They ‘look’ and then go back to work and do absolutely nothing to fix the situation. Then we all complain again, the ladies ring, and then someone new comes out from the internet providers ‘to look’ and it just goes around and around and around. It doesn’t help that the French seem incapable of anything technical or mechanical or requiring any sort of manual labour.

My last complaint for now is that everyone smokes and it’s disgusting. Are they STUPID?? They might be annoying at times but the French are not a dumb race and yet they insist on continuing to smoke. There are cigarette butts everywhere and I keep forgetting about not sitting in the smoking areas (usually the nice outdoor spots). The worse part is walking down the street and being surrounded by people blowing smoke into your face. So gross. I don’t see any sort of end for it though. Young people aren’t discouraged in anyway and it’s so easy for them to get cigarettes. Such a shame.

Subscriptions are Annoying.

Friday, December 3rd, 2010

Earlier in the week I wrote with a flurry of excitement that you could now subscribe to my blog. Which was true and still continues to be true, however I have now changed the subscription ‘widget’ (the little backend doovy that makes it all work) three times because the first two were useless and who knows what this one is like. So I will be in touch if I need you to re-subscribe. Apologies for that.
I’m in test mode at the moment, trying to work out how these WordPress widgets work. I’m not computer-illiterate but I can’t believe how much these this website thing is stumping me. It’s quite depressing. So stick by me while I try and work it out. In the mean time, here’s a goat.

Goat

He's German.

The Un-Joys of Blogging

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

Every morning I turn on my computer and check my email. Every time someone writes a comment on my blog, an email is sent to my Zaum account to notify me of the reader’s wonderful contribution. However, recently, I have logged on to discover I have 24 or 13 new messages, meaning I am either VERY popular, or there’s something not quite right. SPAM.

Spam

Spam, spam. Meat in a can.

If there’s anything I hate about the internet, it’s spam and I have discovered it infiltrates my blog just as much as my gmail account. Since starting this website, I have had 265 comments – 146 of them have been spam, compared to the 119 approved comments. For awhile there we were running on even but a recent gust of spammers has over taken all you good folk who have real things to say, rather than just sending me to random websites selling low cost medicines, viagra or breast enhancements. As much as these things may be helpful, I don’t wish to advertise them. Instead I prefer to link to wonderful websites like this New Zealand designer product website I found this morning – Endemic World.