True. I found technology less frustrating when I was installing Slackware Linux from 1.44MB floppy disks on an old Compaq laptop and recompiling the kernel to add PCMCIA dialup modem support. Now that everything "just works", nothing works properly.
Last week I threw rage quit at work - complete with shouting at the screen, putting stuff down in a very forceful manner and walking out of the room. The reason was I had to 'fake'-set up Windows 8.1 on VM. They're using this shit to torture tech people in hell, I'm sure.
The tech rages I've had over the years! I've lost count. I've broken at least 2 mobiles, kicked and smacked pcs and printers-oh boy, printers! I'm getting irritated just thinking about it.
I'd rather install it in a VM than on actual hardware. At least that way you don't have to deal with Windows Driver Hell.
True. And the issue wasn't with the install on VM but with Win8 being a useless, overdesigned, obnoxious pile of data-grabbing shit.
I took a perfectly good (mechanicly) printer, with uninstalable driver, by the power cord and swung it into the floor, the ceiling, the worktable, until the cord was the only thing left in my hand. I growled, and screamed, "FUCK!", with every blow. There was ink, parts, blood, and dents everywhere. I had cuts from flying debris, that I didn't even know about. This was before meds. I left the dents and stains in my home lab, to remind myself what happens when I loose control. It wasn't the first, by far, but it left a lasting impression. I'm a gentle giant with people, but I have no tolerance for poorly designed shit. I still find little gears or pieces. fifteen years later. Meds and therapers work.
Elevator broke. Moving men stuck on the third floor staircase trying to maneuver this large dresser over the railing of said tiny stairwell. Over their grunting and yelling in Russian, I tried to explain to them that the shape of said dresser made it impossible to bring down, but the guys wouldn't listen and ended up breaking the thing. Pieces of the dresser flew down and to the side of the stairs while this cloud of dust and one pair of granny panties flew outward. The tan-sih underwear landed right by my feet while the cloud of dust covered my arms and hair. Fml.
I want to browse DeviantArt with filters turned off so I can see the cool mature content artworks but I can't choose which kind of mature content, so I also have to put up with all the weird fetish stuff.
No stranger to Rule 34, I've been to the truly bad part of the internet - but come on, does it have to get that weird that quick?
Don't know if that's a recent thing but there also seems to be a disturbing amount of stuff featuring unnaturally round/obese/pregnant women around.
Good that you know the technical terms. We don't want to get imprecise with these dicussions. Yeah, the feet thing, noticed that too. It's the considerably more vanilla of the two though.
"Restroom is for customers only" signs. Don't misunderstand, any business, in my opinion, should always have the right to do with their bathrooms as they please. But when I have to pee like a Russian racehorse, and the line to become a customer looks akin to a human centipede, do I really have to stand on line, buy an item, find a seat, then run to the bathroom?
No. My wife had that problem. Just promised to buy on the way back. They watched like a hawk to be sure. She did buy a coffee. The problem with starbucks is that now they will be a hangout for homeless using their bathroom and that will chase away real customers.
Saw a story with that theme on another site and...that was...well, whatever floats someone's boat I guess.
I just go in and say, "I"m really sorry, do you mind if I just use the toilet?" and have only ever been refused once. And on that occasion, my response was something along the lines of, "this really can't wait, so I can either do it in your toilet, or it's gonna happen here in the shop". They quite quickly let me use the toilet
