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Funniest Anger Moment
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Jan-pattern
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Oops! :)
Sorry, guys... we've taken the holiday-reminiscences elsewhere...
As you were, everyone... grovel, grovel, sorry!
Sorry, guys... we've taken the holiday-reminiscences elsewhere...
As you were, everyone... grovel, grovel, sorry!
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back on topic... The wife was lecturing me about being careful on the road this morning as we've had about 15mm of snow. Going on and on about it. I was thinking about something else and stabbing myself in the leg with a fork under the breakfast table. I cannot remember why now. Anyway, I told her to STFU as I am more than capable of driving in this. What you think I am some kind of f*cking spastic or something I said...
Reversed car out of drive... crunch.... Wife leans out of window... don't forget to open the gate she says. Situation defused, gate okay, car embedded in it. back light knackered, new bumper needed. I am in fact a prize twat.
Reversed car out of drive... crunch.... Wife leans out of window... don't forget to open the gate she says. Situation defused, gate okay, car embedded in it. back light knackered, new bumper needed. I am in fact a prize twat.
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abnvet
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I have one. Went to change a tire on the wife's car. Saw she has the wheel locks on her wheels. Couldn't find the wheel key anywhere in the car. Kicked the tires several times as I thought I would have to go purchase a new wheel key. Went into the house to change for the travel to purchase a new wheel key.Found I had blood in my sock/shoe where I had kicked the tires. Hobbled around to change socks then returned to the car to drive out and found that I had already placed the wheel key in the driveway before I had even looked for the jack to take care of the tire. What a blunder......
playing xbox and got stuck on the same mission for a couple hours throw controller breaks get my other one still stuck after another hour want to throw controller but its the only one i have left and they cost 60$ so i calmly stand up go to the xbox pull out the game and start yelling at the cd in my hand calling it a b@%ch @ss i will snap you in half mothereffer im gonna kill you, my girlfriend comes running down the stairs and yells at me cause she thought someone was breaking in to the house
charles
charles
So there I was cooking some scambled eggs, bacon, onion, paprika. Toast on to make a nice snack / dinner for myself as the family had already eaten, yeah worked late again. Calmly cooking away and snap, threw everything in the bin, frypan and all. The frypan (an expensive one) was a gift from my mother inlaw as I like to cook.
The wife went to retrieve it the next day "Leave the stupid $%^%$ thing where it is!"
Two weeks later the inlaws visit for a week.
Mother inlaw, "I have some really nice King island steak to cook, where's the frypan"
Me, "Um, um, (brain hurting), we haven't unpacked it yet since the move"
I look at my wife with a 'the one time, you do what I tell you to look'.
The wife went to retrieve it the next day "Leave the stupid $%^%$ thing where it is!"
Two weeks later the inlaws visit for a week.
Mother inlaw, "I have some really nice King island steak to cook, where's the frypan"
Me, "Um, um, (brain hurting), we haven't unpacked it yet since the move"
I look at my wife with a 'the one time, you do what I tell you to look'.
Here is a good one for all of yous.
I am still in the forces and have been put in a ops office, so I deal with alot of young officers that try and pass their work off on to me.
The other day I recieved an email from a officer that want me to do his course certifcates for him well in in our unit that is the course officers job. We went back and forth over the email and phone about these things until I had it. I turned to my Warrent Officer and filped out on him, I pick these blank certifcate that had been put on my desk the day before and I wiped them across the room, stud up and said, "If that fing retard comes in to this office today I am going put his face through my desk!" The Warrent quickly made a call told the Officer to stay clear of our officer and then he was very busy trying harder than ever to find me a replacement.
Nate
I hope they are getting the hint that I really do have PTSD.
I am still in the forces and have been put in a ops office, so I deal with alot of young officers that try and pass their work off on to me.
The other day I recieved an email from a officer that want me to do his course certifcates for him well in in our unit that is the course officers job. We went back and forth over the email and phone about these things until I had it. I turned to my Warrent Officer and filped out on him, I pick these blank certifcate that had been put on my desk the day before and I wiped them across the room, stud up and said, "If that fing retard comes in to this office today I am going put his face through my desk!" The Warrent quickly made a call told the Officer to stay clear of our officer and then he was very busy trying harder than ever to find me a replacement.
Nate
I hope they are getting the hint that I really do have PTSD.
No Folded Hands
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Funniest anger moment....dunno. One funny anger moment...the VA's take on female veterans with PTSD, then and now. Picture this:
For years I've tried to get permission to go to a Vet Center for therapy. I was originally told I couldn't because I did not have an official diagnosis of PTSD. After I was service connected, I was told that only male vets with PTSD could be seen (later they changed that to "combat vets with PSTD" -- ie combat zone/combat MOS). As for the VA, first, whenever I showed up (for anything) someone inevitably asked me where my husband/brother/son is or which of those "your veteran" is (eventually I started replying "I'M THE VETERAN!" and threatening to get myself a cap with that on it) , and second, they either told me I wasn't eligible or had nothing wrong with me.
Things have changed.
The Vet Centers now say if I was raped they can see me, for MST --but still NOT for the PTSD.
And there I am one day, at the new VA clinic, already furious because --having no idea it was set up like this-- I walked into a blank room full to overflowing with people and with no front desk or reception area in sight...then finally found the desk BEHIND a partial wall after I walked all the way to the end of the blind room, and stood there with my back half to everyone for an inordinate time waiting for the person behind the window to pay attention...and finally got checked in...and waited for my doctor to catch up to appointment times standing between the two restroom doors (the only clear wall space) trying to watch everything and everyone at once as I was already freaked out AND half the people were clearly not veterans...and when I finally saw the PCP was told my blood pressure was seriously high (gee, DUH!) and I had to go on meds for it right now with no screening tests. Bad enough? No. Later I have the social worker and another woman (I have no idea who she was) asking me about my high stress reaction -- "Is it having to be around all the...men?"
"No," I said sweetly, "it's having an invisible reception area to check in at, an appointment time that's indefinately later than scheduled, and a crowded room with no decent area to keep my back safe from the nonveterans because no one will walk to the entry door and call my name out so I can't wait out there." Then I walked outside to my motorcycle, got on it, rode the hour home, parked the bike...and yelled blue blazes while kicking the crap out of everything except it. "I don't care if they're men, women, or GD blue meanies! When will you people stop trying to shove my ass in with everyone who's been raped!"
Then I noticed my neighbor standing there with this stupified expression...
For years I've tried to get permission to go to a Vet Center for therapy. I was originally told I couldn't because I did not have an official diagnosis of PTSD. After I was service connected, I was told that only male vets with PTSD could be seen (later they changed that to "combat vets with PSTD" -- ie combat zone/combat MOS). As for the VA, first, whenever I showed up (for anything) someone inevitably asked me where my husband/brother/son is or which of those "your veteran" is (eventually I started replying "I'M THE VETERAN!" and threatening to get myself a cap with that on it) , and second, they either told me I wasn't eligible or had nothing wrong with me.
Things have changed.
The Vet Centers now say if I was raped they can see me, for MST --but still NOT for the PTSD.
And there I am one day, at the new VA clinic, already furious because --having no idea it was set up like this-- I walked into a blank room full to overflowing with people and with no front desk or reception area in sight...then finally found the desk BEHIND a partial wall after I walked all the way to the end of the blind room, and stood there with my back half to everyone for an inordinate time waiting for the person behind the window to pay attention...and finally got checked in...and waited for my doctor to catch up to appointment times standing between the two restroom doors (the only clear wall space) trying to watch everything and everyone at once as I was already freaked out AND half the people were clearly not veterans...and when I finally saw the PCP was told my blood pressure was seriously high (gee, DUH!) and I had to go on meds for it right now with no screening tests. Bad enough? No. Later I have the social worker and another woman (I have no idea who she was) asking me about my high stress reaction -- "Is it having to be around all the...men?"
"No," I said sweetly, "it's having an invisible reception area to check in at, an appointment time that's indefinately later than scheduled, and a crowded room with no decent area to keep my back safe from the nonveterans because no one will walk to the entry door and call my name out so I can't wait out there." Then I walked outside to my motorcycle, got on it, rode the hour home, parked the bike...and yelled blue blazes while kicking the crap out of everything except it. "I don't care if they're men, women, or GD blue meanies! When will you people stop trying to shove my ass in with everyone who's been raped!"
Then I noticed my neighbor standing there with this stupified expression...
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