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The Angry Thread: Debt Until Death...

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Having an annoying day. Mate who I was ment to pick up hash from got the wrong stuff. Then when I went up to job interview this afternoon I planned to meet him after he missed the bloody bus. Even bumped into his old man at Tesco. Very tempted to just fuck him off for the £20's worth of Afghan which I don't even like and get some DHC instead...

Also annoyed at my other mate who owes me £200 on crap coke I paid for when my guy was out of town. I didn't mind paying for a g or two seen as I couldn't get the good stuff but we bought near £400's worth in eighths and now he's saying he can't afford to pay me back the whole lot at once cos it's his birthday at the end of the month and he owes money for rent. I'm not even fucking working right now FFS!!! :X
 
Mugz said:
Flatmates are absolute fail sometimes.
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Tell me about it. :)

Still, leaving notes isn't the best way to ease tension in my experience. If somebody leaves a note I usually leave it screwed up by way of comment. I have more respect for people who can convey these things calmly and politely face-to-face.
 
I left a note as I don't know who it was, I have three flatmates and didn't want to accuse each of them face to face. Also there is very litttle chance that we would ever see each other unless we were in the kitchen at the same time, as there is no communal living area. So a note seemed the best way to go, other people have left notes before about things and that has worked. The pinboard in the kitchen is exactly for that purpose to be honest, massive pinboard with lots of pins.
 
Ah well, that's understandable.

I do envy your relative privacy. I can't go for a piss at my place without having to wade through a gathering of some kind. These people can't spend a second alone. Probably not even when they're wanking.
 
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I was angry when I walked into the kitchen earlier and saw the bin overflowing :X I wrote an angry note saying that I AM NOT CHANGING THE BIN, that there are bin bags in the kitchen drawer and whoever made it overflow should change it themselves.
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Philosophical question: at what point does a bin overflow?

Is it when an additional item placed in the bin takes it over the lip of the bin's body?
I would suggest that this is a harsh rule. Rubbish may reach the lip of a bin quite soon, particularly if you are putting items in there that are not properly condensed or squashed. And if the rubbish in the bin reaches the lip, does an additional toffee wrapper constitute the same degree of transgression as, say, a poorly squashed orange tetrapak carton?

Perhaps it is when an additional item placed in the bin causes the bin lid not to open?
This would assume that the bin is a swing lid, and these bins are notoriously rubbish, making this a non-universal definition. I would also suggest that the arc in which the bin lid moves actually prevents the bin from being filled to it's actual capacity. Poor definition.

Is it when an additional item placed in the bin causes the bin lid not to fit?
Dispensing with the requirement for the bin to open, this could be applied to any bin - including swing bins, making it universal, apart from bins without lids. But strictly speaking, even if it were to have a lid that was prevented from fitting by the rubbish, it isn't really overflowing - it's just being pushed to it's functional design limitations.

Is it when an additional item cannot be placed on the existing rubbish without causing it, or another piece of rubbish, to fall onto the floor?
I think we may be on to something here. But what of squashing? One could squash the rubbish down so that it wasn't overflowing, thus extending the lifespan of the rubbish cycle and leaving some other unfortunate soul to place the final rubbish jenga piece...

Is it when both the existing rubbish cannot be squashed down any more, and an additional item cannot be placed without causing it, or another piece of rubbish, to fall onto the floor?
Yes! Yes, this might be it! But I feel that it encourages inappropriate and counter-productive squashing behaviour in people. Inappropriate squashing behaviours are what cause ruptures in the bag. And ruptures in the bag raise the possibility of a severe 'bin juice' breaching incident. Such Chernobyl-like occurrences are bad for everyone. It's bad for the bag, it's bad for the bin and it's bad for the kitchen as a whole... particularly if it drips.

Is it when both the existing rubbish has been optimally squashed, and an additional item cannot be placed without causing it, or another piece of rubbish, to fall onto the floor?
Too difficult to pin down. Modern science has yet to discover a method of determining optimal bin squish.

Is it all subjective and merely a battle of wills as to who can stomach the sight and smell of a rancid bin the least?
Bingo. And putting a sign up to tell people that you won't cave in is a dead give away that beneath your staunch signage policies, you fundamentally care about the bin situation.

You blinked fucker.
 
HAHA, nice post tambo.

The answer is when beer bottles and microwave meal containers and yoghurt pots and other random stuff have been rammed into the bin so hard that the bin bag has gone out of view, so any attempt to sort it out would end up with me getting my hands covered in manky shit, the It is a swing lid, but that seems to have been half removed so people can just ram more shit into it.

The note does say that I care about the bin situation, and I wont cave in, if noone sorts it then I will buy my own bin to keep in my room and use that, will also remove my kitchen utensils from the kitchen so people can't share those, they have been using my stock pot and frying pans with my permission so far, but if the bin situation doesn't change then I will be storing those in my room too.

I have already removed my hand towel from the toilet room as someone covered it in a load of oil, or something that stained a lot of it black, that pissed me off. Also I took a new roll of toilet paper in there last week and thought I would be kind and let everyone use it, and it was empty after a day. So now I keep my toilet paper in my room and take it with me when I need a poo.
 
Guide to dealing with fucked up bin bag situation
  1. Get an oversized heavy duty bin bag.
  2. Put the bag over the bin (so that the opening of the bag is now at the base of the bin)
  3. Hold on tight.
  4. Turn bin upside down.
  5. Shake.
  6. Tie.
  7. Stab with chopstick.
  8. Leave on flatmate's bed.

If you start hiding your stuff and creating an iron curtain through the house, it'll almost certainly escalate. A cold war will break out. It did in my Uni flatshare.

It got to the point where I was sick of my butter being stolen, so I would etch out elaborate patterns and pictures in it using a toothpick, thus preventing opportunistic butter thievery. Same with any spreadable item. I was doing a lot of speed at the time, though. I ended up with a mini-fridge in my room for other stuff.

Oh, and your situation is nothing. We used to live in an old terrace house where the drains used to get continually blocked because of some slut flushing her sanitary towel down the fucking bog. It happened so often that the landlord refused to get a plumber out to solve the situation. Imagine how long the stand off for a blocked toilet would last. I spent two weeks going to the pub every time I needed a shit.

You haven't endured flatshare until you've donned a pair of sleeve-length rubber gloves, shoved your hand up a soil pipe, and scooped out a mixture of several people's two-week old turds and a congealed sanitary towel. Twice.
 
I shared houses for the first couple of years when I oved out of home the first house was a total shit hole, matress on the floor of a bare room but it was all i could afford. After that I moved in with a friend who ended up doing to much acid and developing Paranoid schizophrenia and getting sectioned.

After that I crippled myself finacially to rent a studio flat on my own whilst my missus finished university, living with a chosen partner is one thing but I'm not tolorent enough of others to deal with shared accomadation.

Oh and today I went to work, that always makes me angry at some point, I really deserve a drink but I'm still firmly on the wagon;)
 
I'm angry again now but for a different reason, just went down to the hospital shop to buy some milk and beer, and the guy asked me for my hospital ID as only staff can buy alcohol, even though I have been down there countless times before and the normal evening guy knows who I am, he was just being a twat. I ended up just leaving the milk on the counter and calling him a twat and storming out of the shop. :X
 
Getting pissed right off at work, most of the people are close minded / ignorant / racist morons, the job is shite, I'm in training to do a completely new job on top of my current job meaning twice as much work even though I hadn't fully finished the initial 10 week training period. I don't get paid enough as it is to do my current job, having to do the job of another department on top of that hardly seems fair for the same money. The job is mind numbingly boring and soul destroying and I'll be stuck there to at least Christmas more than likely. :X
 
Pissed off with having to pay for taxis everywhere cos of sciatica killing me every time I try to walk somewhere. Pissed off with getting more aches and pains the older I get.
 
so I would etch out elaborate patterns and pictures in it using a toothpick, thus preventing opportunistic butter thievery
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I was doing a lot of speed at the time
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The peculiarity of your system becomes much clearer at this point. I'd have buttered my toast & left you some constructive criticism regarding your technique irespective of how good it was.
A good butter thief is usually naturally gifted to the standard you'd expect of a good pavement artist in a major city. Poisoning the butter with something slightly less than deadly but definitely noticeable would be a better method, attach a large note to the fridge saying all dairy products may or may not be deliberately contaminated, or don't leave a note at all just wait to see who gets the symptoms then hit them with a stick and fine them a weeks grocery bill.
 
Someone got in my way of my BMX which has no brakes ast night as they were parked in a cycle lane and they opened their car door without looking (My responses weren't that shit hot either) opened door :X

So I had to move out into the road, which caused me to crash. So I now have 3 more bruises to add to the 25 I already have. I can't even remember getting the other bruises (apart from the one on my head) I bruise so easy its ridiculous, my blood is thinning apparently.

The handle bars now need to be straightened but I can't do it myself as im too weak, luckily my mate is here so he's gonna fix it. Just needs some strength!
 
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