Warning: Crotchety Old Woman Ranting ahead

What follows is, in all likelihood, of no interest to anyone who reads this. But I need to get a few things off my chest, and since this is my writing space, where better to do it?

So, you've been given due warning. Now would be a good time to stop reading and go and do something interesting.

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We have bitching! Bitch-off? Anyway.

• I have had enough of certain people who talk about my 8.5-hour-a-day, 5 days a week job as "not a real job": mind your own damn business, and stop taking your frustration out on me. You're jealous because I make more than you. Get over it. I work 5 times more hours than you a week, of course I make more! You had the opportunity to make just as much, and you turned it down. Quit your bitching.
  
• There are crossed wires somewhere along the line. You seem to think I'm this naive, innocent, fluffy little creature and I'm just not, anyone who knows me knows that. I might have my blonde moments but that doesn't mean I'm stupid: I can read you like a book and you are also fairly obvious.
  
• You seem to take it as read that I'm just going to put up with your shit because I love you. Well, not any more I'm not. Good luck finding someone else who'll deal with it.
• I am terrified - TERRIFIED - that I won't pass this driving test. I need a little damn independence.
• I am horrified and ashamed by past decisions and honestly wish I could wipe them from the collective consciousness, including my own.
• I want to slap today's children. Repeatedly. And set them on fire with a flamethrower. They are disrespectful, self-important, under-educated and frankly, have no dress sense either.
• People shouldn't mistake being a rebel without a cause for being unique. Really unique people don't have to try to be unique. And don't refer to others as "sheep" just because they don't fit your view on how everyone ought to be a special snowflake. They might be wearing this season's fashions, and yes that might be rather shallow, but you are dressed like and act like an idiot and you are going to look back on this in many years and want to burn all photographic evidence.
• I am really impatient to get back to university. I never thought I'd enjoy it this much.
• Why is it so hard to find someone with my interests who is also attractive, funny and into me? Why are all the men who find me attractive creepy perverts? Is it the boobs? Because as annoying as that is, they're not going anywhere, I love my boobs.
• You are not nearly as funny, intelligent or attractive as you think you are. Everyone thinks you're an ass.

Right! That's my rant for the moment. I feel a bit better now.

Emails...

Tips for people on the Internet who seem to have forgotten that the person at the other end is a sentient being:

When you send a person an email, they can save it. Therefore, if you send stupid, perhaps threatening emails, they will have proof that you sent them. And can send them to other people. Including, if necessary, university staff or even the Police.

It really doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this out.

Good lord.

Rail Travel

Tomorrow my rail journey home for the weekend forces me to change at Cardiff Central.

I'm not good with changes. I get lost.

And I'm not ashamed to say that I am terrified I'm going to get lost in a station that only has 7 platforms.

Yes, I know there are 7. How? I Googled it. In vain hopes of finding some kind of photo or floor plan, so that I could plan how to get to the platform in advance.

My train-related psychosis runs deep.

I even know that I should be coming in on Platform 6 and changing to Platform 1. If my ticket does not reflect this I might just have a nervous breakdown.

I.

Hate.

Rail.

Travel.

Oh, and I bet some bastard nicks my RESERVED SEAT before I get to it. And if s/he does I know I'm too much of a pushover to mention it, even if it means I'm stuck sitting between carriages in the door section, like LAST TIME.

He-e-elp :(