There are so many different people, from so many different cultures on CDFreaks. So many people in different circumstances even within the same culture/country! People in the same location, even the same house, lead completely different lives. Everyones experience, every day, is completely unique!
So I’ve created this thread so that everyone can get an understanding of what everyone else deals with every day!
Whinge about anything you want, or just tell us what’s happening. It can be unusual, annoying, or just plain old trivial.
It could be an idiot at work, burning the building down by getting inventive with a status report, staples & non-protected powerpoint, the neighbours dog barking all night, the couple next door having another 130dB lovers quarrel at 3am in the morning, it could just be how nothing ever seems to get done at the office.
It’s up to you what you tell everyone.
I’ll start with my favourite whinge topic:
Cityrail (Sydney’s, Australia - The Public Train System).
[i]This morning was unusually cold (since it’s getting towards winter) and was blowing a gale, and the wind chill factor was bad (even though the temperature was otherwise quite reasonable) and the station I catch my train is fully exposed to the elements, minus some slight stay from a low fence (bah) made from bent tubing. Cityrail, reacted with it’s usual methods to unpleasant conditions and somehow ensured that my usual train was 8 minutes late. Generally trains come every 5 minutes, but not today. Any train would have done today. They all head vaguely in the right direction!
The train arrived … and was crowded (It’s rarely crowded, that’s why I catch it!) , and I had to stand for the entire 30 minute trip. I grabbed one of the support bars, fingers stinging & knuckles cracking from the cold, for stability … and felt … a squelchy lump.
I looked at my now sticky fingers and then behind the bar … and the lump looked like black chewing gum mixed with the sweat & dirt from passengers [/i]that have caught the train since before Elvis’ childhood.
That was the start of my working week.