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It is raining and I don’t like it. I demand to know what you plan to do about this.
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Road works, my route to work has got a closed road. No problem, i thought I’d go the alternative way that I sometimes use, that’s got a road closed as well.
Never mind. There is a third way bit longer, slower roads but a nice drive if it’s not pouring with rain, and everyone else trying to get around the other road closures.
Guess what, three way temporary traffic lights and more road works.
Yesterday was really pleasant. Work went smoothly. The drive home was quiet, but inside, im seething and getting more angry at myself for being like it
This peri menopause can go get fucked by a cactus
Why is it not Friday yet and raining again
Went for a couple of drinks with a friend yesterday. I suspect one of them wasn’t quite right (I did at the time too) if this morning is anything to judge by.
I may have managed to get the parakeets out of the roof space, but they’ve caused a lot of damage in there which is going to cost to fix. And they’re looking for new ways to get in, so they’ve taken to sitting on the guttering at 3-4am screeching like sped up air raid sirens.
The Decibel X app I installed on my phone recorded them at 95.8 dB at 4am through a closed window. That’s similar to the noise level of a motorcycle at 25 feet away. The green fuckers.
I’m waiting for a pre-1030am delivery of items for my contractor to install and it’s lightly raining. Some of the work is outside and electrical and I’m concerned that this may hinder the job. Part of me understands that they must be prepared for this, working in the UK and all so here’s hoping.
New cars are too complicated. Having to log into a car is mental.
3… Started my first house purchase back in November, my offer was accepted immediately, mortgage offer was flawless.
Then probate happened.
The man I’m buying off is selling on behalf of his now late brother. That late brother made changes to his financial situation and didn’t document things in the will. It’s caused no ends of problems and I’m just left waiting week by week with every update from my solicitor being “We’ve chased again, but no update”.
And my lovely colleagues telling me stories of how they’ve heard probate taking up to 2 years to process, thanks James!
My brother and SIL whom I live with have just recently had their first newborn, lovely little girl who’s now coming up to her 3rd week alive, she’ll be sleeping with them for a while but I need to get out and relinquish my room to her new nursery.
Management’s back in the office today after they were in Spain for a couple of weeks (they’re father and son). It was nice and chill without them around.
Road works, school run traffic and rain. Is summer already over before it started?
Currently going through a redundancy at work, emails for redeployment were expected yesterday and as I haven’t received anything I’m fairly confident that my colleague got the job. Today is my first day back in the office after a couple days off and will likely have to congratulate them. To make things worse about a year ago we were against each other for a promotion for an external project which despite being approached first about didn’t end up getting it.
I’m in a bit of a dark place. Over the past 10 years I’ve spent hundreds of hours and thousands of pounds volunteering at an organisation. There was a recent event where I spent another hundred or so hours and crossed the country to support it. I know I’m pretty awkward and unlikeable, but not being invited to a single one of the group meals or post event drinks has broken me.
I discussed it with someone close to me, and their verbatim was response was “Yeah, that’s because you get your validation from other people. That’s stupid”. This did *not* help my fragile state.
Now I have a bit of a hole in my life where this activity used to be and I’m questioning all of my relationships.
I’m appalled and outraged, it’s just terrible and someone should do something about it. I’m writing to my MP immediately.
Brah I’m tired, I don’t wanna do this anymore.
Got a busy day ahead of me, lots of jobs to get complete in a 9 hour day, 2 members of staff down, feet and knees are killing me, worst of all I’ve over stewed my morning tea and it’s horrible
It’s a bloody good job my relationship is so secure, because someone’s gone and set up a Tinder account using my email address. There hasn’t been any authentication of the email address, and my email account isn’t logged into anywhere but my phone and PC. I’ve changed my password anyway.
I’ve been inundated with emails about this account, all in Italian which is a language I’ve never had an opportunity to learn even to a tourist level. I imagine the account is being ran from somewhere that isn’t remotely near the exotic West Midlands too.
On principle, I want to kick up a fuss with Tinder to remove the email. In reality, I don’t think I have the mental energy to do so.
I was looking for a job and then I found a job…
i am tired of the general public.
my partner got off the bus the other day and had some woman shouting at him to stop walking near her, don’t look at her and don’t talk to her.
he wasn’t doing any of these things and now he’s anxious that she thinks he’s a creep or something or that she’s going to become aggressive if he sees her again.
we’re both confused as to what he actually did wrong in this scenario!
Boss is massive bellend
Tells you to work harder to climb the ladder then drives off in an electric Porsche 5% the value of the entire business.
Put the recycling out last night for collection today. Looked out the window this morning and everyone but me has their bin out. Rush in, sort bin, filling the empty space with stuff that would otherwise require a tip run, and pull it out on to the street.
I was sure we don’t have a collection today, so checked the council website. **It’s next fucking week, I knew it**.
So now I have a full bin, a week to next collection, but can’t pull it in just in case someone knows something I (and the council) don’t.
I like DPD. Always found them pretty reliable and tracking is good. But I was pretty miffed that my last delivery with them ignored instructions and left the parcel on my doorstep.
Makes me glad I got a camera. At least I had an alert for someone being at the door. Especially since they knocked instead of ringing the doorbell and left within 20 seconds. So much for the “needs extra time” option for people who can’t get to the door quickly.
Leaving me a bit on edge with today’s delivery coming through DPD. At least they’re not allowed to leave this one on the doorstep. Just hope they don’t rush off and leave it with a neighbour instead!
I woke up at 5am despite it being my day off
[shakes fist at the gods]
1. Going through the process of deciding whether to shift careers entirely, as marketing has become so volatile. It’s not fun.
Relatively trivial, but where I live there’s a combination of allocated and non-allocated parking spaces, in 2 of the non-allocated spaces there’s vehicles that have been abandoned for months. Technically legal as they’re permitted, but feels a bit of a pisstake.
I fucking hate being ignored.
Was texting with someone fine last week. This week its like they’ve dropped off the face of the earth, yet I’ve seen them around and they seem OK in person – spoke to me just like they do anyway.
They stopped to speak, and even got their phone out one time so its not like its something wrong with their phone either. Plus if it was I’d half expect a ‘sorry I’ve not text you back, my phone bla bla bla’ etc. But nothing.
Oh well. Shit happens I guess
Despite multiple previous conversations about how if I knitted something then I will deal with the laundering because it can’t go in the machine, my husband has put the child’s knitted jumper through the wash (not even a wool wash). It’s now 7 sizes too small and has completely felted. It was their favourite jumper and was super soft – made from an alpaca and merino blend. This is the second knitted item he’s done this to, the first being “I didn’t realise it couldn’t go in the machine”, after which I assumed he had learned his lesson.
I just want to scream.
I said yes to my daily mail dad coming over for lunch. (👹I’m cooking a tofu salad👹)
I received a text on Monday telling me that my PIP claim is being reviewed. When I had my interview two years ago, they said it would be three years until my next review, but hey ho. Given everything in the news, the timing may be a good thing. But who in the DWP decided that dropping an 8am Monday morning text was the best way to inform a group of vulnerable people that their lives are about to get blown up again?
Yesterday, I turned up for a GP appointment a week early. In the past, I would have attributed this to my being an empty headed dolt. Since the Fibromyalgia diagnosis last year, I can call it brain fog, so that’s nice.
Apparently whilst I was asleep last night I took part in a 12 round bout with (insert famous current boxer here as I have no idea these days).
I didn’t think you were supposed to wake up feeling worse when you went to bed feeling (mostly) OK.
Still, winning tomorrows EuroMillions will make it all better.
Might not be a complaint, but just handed in my 2 weeks. Arsehole boss, annoying customers and a mundane receptive job.
Ill go travelling Scotland with my new pup, figure out what career path I’ll go down on my return.
The forecast on Wednesday promised thunder and lightning where I live today, but this morning, it’s changed to just rain. We need the rain, but I do love a good thunderstorm. Preferably not with hailstones the size of tennis balls, which they got in Slovenia and France yesterday.
My work place just swapped from good toilet paper to shit toilet paper.
No job, but worse is that I have no motivation to get online and search, let alone the gumption to apply.
Longest I’ve been out of work, so I’m in uncharted waters.
Hope this demotivation clears soon.
2. My narcissistic mother has been oddly nice the last few weeks and I can feel my defences dropping a little. Nothing good can come from that.
Had brekkie in Spoons. The shrinkflation in the lurpack butter packets is getting ridiculous. They may as well not bother at this point.
[Exhibit A](https://imgur.com/a/d9X8CYt)
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