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What is your longest held petty grudge?

Started by Gurke and Hare, November 25, 2021, 12:49:39 PM

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Gurke and Hare

About twenty years ago I played for a team in the East Midlands Softball League (go Redbacks!), and nobody liked playing against the Boots team. This was because they acted as if this friendly recreational league that was really of a pretty poor standard generally were Major League Baseball. This revolved around their particularly obnoxious captain, Binbag (so called because he wore a binbag as a jacket for some, presumably high end athletic reason). There was one game we played where there was a cricket square in the deep outfield with one of those sets of covers on wheels over it. A few times, the ball rolled under the covers and every single time Binbag's interpretation of how this should be resolved we beneficial to his team - if his team had hit it there, then the batter was free to run all round the bases, if we'd hit it there then play had to be halted immediately as how could the fielders possibly hope to prevent us running wild?

Since that day, I've avoided buying anything from Boots unless there was no alternative. But twenty years isn't that long, I'm sure someone here can do better.

Sebastian Cobb

Dunno about longest held but the pettiest was when working in a company I didn't like they had a big drive 'from the top' to get everyone buying shares (the usual buy some and they'll match bollocks) and they were quite persistent about it,which I didn't like, given they're my wages to do what I like with. Knowing it fed into the kpi's of various people up the chain who I didn't like I kept refusing, I got emails from the directors and everything.

Totally worth not getting free money for imo.

AllisonSays

In my PhD viva five or six years ago the examiner, as one of several petty quibbles with the thesis, said that a town I'd called 'small' was in fact 'medium-sized'. I was rendered speechless by the weirdness of this objection to a completely unimportant sentence in the thesis; my supervisor later said it was one of the strangest comments he'd heard in a viva. Now any time I write anything about the town, which comes up quite often because of its centrality to the histories I work on, I make a point of calling it 'small'. Take that, quibbling examiner who's no doubt not thought about that interaction at all since it happened.

Stoneage Dinosaurs

In school they taught us about Adolf Hitler and I thought he sounded like a right twat. It's been over 20 years now and I still haven't budged on that.

JaDanketies

When I was 6, 27 years ago, I had got every single maths question right in my maths workbook. I took my workbook to the supply teacher we had for the day so she could mark my page, and she marked an answer wrong. 7 - 3. I then went back to my seat and counted on my fingers, and I kept coming back to '4' every time. I became increasingly confused, and eventually went back up to the teacher and asked her what was wrong, and that I was sure it was '4'.

Because I was 6, I had written my four slanted, and this supply teacher had thought I had instead answered that 7 minus 3 is '1x'. Aged 6, she thought I had blasted out some incomplete algebraic answer.

I answered every other question right in that maths book and got a sticker for getting 100% correct. But there was still a red cross in the book. Because this supply teacher thought I said 7 minus 3 is 1x.

icehaven

1994/5, practice class for the listening component of GCSE Music, teacher who refused to believe that Movin' On Up was by Primal Scream* because she'd asked another teacher who told her it was U2, and that must be right because the teenage pupil telling her it was Primal Scream, who like pretty much everyone else my age in the country had a copy of Screamadelica and who heard the song played in indie discos every fucking weekend couldn't possibly know something about modern pop music that a middle aged Latin teacher didn't. She got so angry with me for disputing it, that's what really pissed me off, she obviously didn't know herself so had asked someone else, taken on trust that he was right and now I was showing them both up as wrong and she just wouldn't, couldn't, accept it. Absolute cunt.






*No M People jokes please.

Johnny Foreigner


Fr.Bigley

My ex telling me she loved me one night, then the next asking me to leave then deleting my number and blocking me on every channel. Guess we weren't serious...




...Only a decade together.

thenoise

Quote from: Stoneage Dinosaurs on November 25, 2021, 01:07:05 PMIn school they taught us about Adolf Hitler and I thought he sounded like a right twat. It's been over 20 years now and I still haven't budged on that.

Fucking hell, the poor man's been dead 76 years!

buttgammon

Quote from: thenoise on November 25, 2021, 04:35:07 PMFucking hell, the poor man's been dead 76 years!

Another victim of the woke left's cancel culture! Let the poor man rest in peace!

fancywookiee

My mother took a big box of my Lego to do some experiments in her class at school, including some figures. When she brought it back, one of the visors from an astronaut was missing.

It was one of the cool, luminous orange Ice Planet ones.

Never let her live it down.

This was over 20 years ago.

shiftwork2

There's a newsagents in the town I grew up in that wouldn't let in kids from my school.  38 years later and it's on its arse - Moscow levels of stock.  I walk past without ever going in because why would my custom be acceptable to them now?

Gurke and Hare

Quote from: shiftwork2 on November 25, 2021, 06:36:40 PMThere's a newsagents in the town I grew up in that wouldn't let in kids from my school.  38 years later and it's on its arse - Moscow levels of stock.  I walk past without ever going in because why would my custom be acceptable to them now?

This is excellent, especially as there have probably been at least two owners between then and now.

Bigfella

Here's how you try to break a major grudge: after the IRA ceasefire was declared, BBC2 broadcast a programme with Republicans and Loyalists saying what they did and how they justified it.  This guy - his side not mentioned - said 'I will not insult the families of those that I killed by apologising to them.  What I will say is that I can live with what has happened, and I hope that you can too'.

Bigfella

Here's how you try to break a major grudge: after the IRA ceasefire was declared, BBC2 broadcast a programme with Republicans and Loyalists saying what they did and how they justified it.  This guy - his side not mentioned - said 'I will not insult the families of those that I killed by apologising to them.  What I will say is that I can live with what has happened, and I hope that you can too'.

markburgle

Holding a grudge us like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to feel slightly irritated

poodlefaker

About 12 yrs ago I was watching my son play U10s football on a Sunday morning; there was a professional photgrapher there taking pictures and selling them afterwards for a fiver. While I was waiting to buy one a dad asked me if I could lend him the money; I gave him my last fiver and as he was putting it in his wallet I saw that he had debit cards in there. "He takes cards you know" I said, pointing to the photographer's sign. "Yes, but he charges 50p for cards and I don't want to pay the extra" said this bloke, who paid for his picture and pissed off, quite happy for me to pay the extra. I still see him every week or so - he lives round the corner; needles to say he's never paid me back.

druss

Ended up at a pub quiz with a girl I was seeing. We were miles in the lead until it came to a wipe out round where one wrong answer loses you all points for that round. You could choose not to answer and you wouldn't lose all your points. She was convinced California was the first state to legalise medical weed, I thought it was Colorado. Went with her and lost the quiz.

This was 3 years ago and it is still painful to write.

Sebastian Cobb

 
Quote from: poodlefaker on November 26, 2021, 08:45:07 AMAbout 12 yrs ago I was watching my son play U10s football on a Sunday morning; there was a professional photgrapher there taking pictures and selling them afterwards for a fiver. While I was waiting to buy one a dad asked me if I could lend him the money; I gave him my last fiver and as he was putting it in his wallet I saw that he had debit cards in there. "He takes cards you know" I said, pointing to the photographer's sign. "Yes, but he charges 50p for cards and I don't want to pay the extra" said this bloke, who paid for his picture and pissed off, quite happy for me to pay the extra. I still see him every week or so - he lives round the corner; needles to say he's never paid me back.

You should've definitely started an argument that ended with you both being taken away in police cars with bloody noses. Dignity is a small price to pay for an excellent lasting memory for the entire squad.

SpiderChrist

I don't have the time or inclination to list all mine. I'm a terrible person and easily slighted.

Johnboy

Still get annoyed when I think of the guy at the counter who served me in Sister Ray records about twenty years ago and the sniffy way he assessed my chosen purchases.

I mean I know it's irrational and it's just some pattern in my brain that goes round and round but hard to shake.

Evil Knevil

I work in a professional field that is notoriously hard to get into with a couple of years as an apprentice (a specialised kind of engineering). However, once you qualify you are almost certain to have a stable job and career at the end of it (depending whether you want it or not!)

It is variable year on year but the chances of a graduate getting onto an apprenticeship (i.e. getting on to the career they've spent half a decade studying for) is about 60%.

As you might imagine, competition for apprenticeships is cut throat and you have to do as much as you can to bulk out your CV and gain enough brownie points to get on. The firms where you apprentice can act like picky fuckers at the best of times, not even accounting for the fact that half the roles will be allocated by nepotism or corruption or by 'who you know'. You can do unpaid work experience days, 'vacation schemes', and you're supposed to go to talks and make yourself known to recruiters or Human Resources.

One of the places I was interested in was a very large and renowned firm that I thought I would be a good fit for: I had languages, suitable work experience and met all the spec requirements. It also looked like they did some cool work.

Naturally, I thought I'd better jump through all the hoops they expect you to do. I attended talks hosted by employees of that company and did my background reading. They had a fairly structured approach, with candidates registering their interest, applying for an 'Open Day', summer work experience and then hopefully on to interviews.

So I thought I'd better apply for an Open Day. An Open Day effectively, is a chance for about a hundred people to spent a couple of hours listening to talks held by the bigwigs and HR, then getting a tour around the office. I'd done these before and they were very low committment. If I was lucky I'd get to speak to a recruiter for 30 seconds and make a reasonable impression.

I put my name forward, clicking onto the online application form I fill in my details, only then to be presented with a further 11 pages that I am expected to fill out. To whit:

- details of past education down to the sub-topics I studied in my school exams (equivalent of AS levels here),
- psychometric tests, verbal reasoning tests, some fucking thing with shapes
- several long excursuses (seperate 500 word exam questions) on various topics, including my motivations and sector knowledge.

For an open day. Where the essential requirement is just to be awake and turn up to the right place on the right date.

When I PDF'd the application at the end of the process it came to just over 3000 words, roughly the length of an Uni essay.

It took me many more hours than I expected, in fact I clearly spent about 2-3 times as long on this application as the Open Day would have taken. I think I submitted the application around 6pm in the evening, weeks within the deadline for doing so.

Before 9am the next day I received an automated rejection email. It noted very firmly on the bottom that I was not to contact the company about my application or to try to apply again.

Now this is going to make me sound arrogant, but I am fairly certain that there was nothing really wrong with my application. I got the equivalent of a first at Uni, decent work experience, I've done more than okay on all those nonsense personality tests. I think they rejected me automatically because I don't have any A-Level type exams on my CV, as I went to Uni early (as I'm able to do in my country) based on the exams you take at the age of 16-17.

Anyway, a normal person would probably grumble about this, think to themselves that the job market is pretty rum and learn from their mistakes (going forward I would always include information on the education system in my country either in any covering note or by emailing their recruiters directly).

Instead this has burned in me as a cool clear rage for more than a decade now.

Since my rejection, I have been slowly and carefully sabotaging the public information avaliable on that company. It started off too big: I started spreading stories that they provided funding to support the churches who sued Charles Darwin in the 19th century, that they were involved in the construction of the Ryugyong Hotel in North Korea. This quickly got found out and I had to start from scratch.

As slowly and patiently as Fabius I have distorted the information avaliable about the company, taking little steps each time and fabricating sources for this knowledge where needed. I won't reveal my techniques in an open channel. Some of my more successful efforts were placing a source that one of the founding member's nicknames was "Butt" and that they used to employ a notorious Nazi scientist as a consultant.

I expect I will be doing this until I am dead. Or they are.




non capisco

Quote from: Johnboy on November 26, 2021, 11:59:18 AMStill get annoyed when I think of the guy at the counter who served me in Sister Ray records about twenty years ago and the sniffy way he assessed my chosen purchases.

I mean I know it's irrational and it's just some pattern in my brain that goes round and round but hard to shake.

Oh god, that whalloper. I know exactly the one you mean, he was infuriating every time. A walking cliche of a record shop snob. I bought a Stevie Wonder 'best of' for my mum's birthday in there once and he gave me a look like I'd asked him if they had anything by Gary Glitter then said something like "You're honestly buying a best of?". It's in your shop, mate. If it's shite your shop's shite and you work in a shite shop, you shite shop shiter.


icehaven

Quote from: non capisco on November 26, 2021, 01:37:03 PMIt's in your shop, mate. If it's shite your shop's shite and you work in a shite shop, you shite shop shiter.


Should have asked him for the shop owner's contact details because you want to let him know how lucky he is to have an expert employee who tries to talk customers out of purchases.

Auntie Beryl

I sat at the table next to the owner of Sister Ray at a quiz once.

He was a snob an' all (our team beat his, and he sneered).

richjj1978

I have a hatred of ASDA. Partly, this is based on working there the summer I graduated Uni, and partly on having to have a stand up argument with them to exchange a home cordless phone they sold me that was missing a power transformer.

I was back at the store within 30 minutes but i'd left the receipt at home. Despite only buying one item, showing them the pending bank transaction and talking to the man who had deactivated the security tag, they still were stubbornly refusing to exchange an incomplete (non functional) item because of "ASDA policy".

The policy might be that, but sadly the law says I'm right. After 10 minutes of arguing in the middle of the entrance (in the middle of shopping mall), they finally gave in and let me swap it for the other one on the shelf which was intact.

Never been back. Their attitude stinks, Screw them.

shoulders

QuoteAbout 12 yrs ago I was watching my son play U10s football on a Sunday morning; there was a professional photgrapher there taking pictures

NONCE!

richjj1978

Quote from: shoulders on Yesterday at 08:21:22 AMNONCE!

"If you make you hobby a job, you'll never work another day in your life." He's following his dream

Sebastian Cobb

Quote from: richjj1978 on Yesterday at 08:12:11 AMI have a hatred of ASDA. Partly, this is based on working there the summer I graduated Uni, and partly on having to have a stand up argument with them to exchange a home cordless phone they sold me that was missing a power transformer.

I was back at the store within 30 minutes but i'd left the receipt at home. Despite only buying one item, showing them the pending bank transaction and talking to the man who had deactivated the security tag, they still were stubbornly refusing to exchange an incomplete (non functional) item because of "ASDA policy".

The policy might be that, but sadly the law says I'm right. After 10 minutes of arguing in the middle of the entrance (in the middle of shopping mall), they finally gave in and let me swap it for the other one on the shelf which was intact.

Never been back. Their attitude stinks, Screw them.

That's a bit shit. Asda's returns used to be almost as generous as Argos. I remember getting a dvd player from there in the early 2000's, they bought out a cheaper model that could be region and macrovision unlocked (important as my tv didn't have a scart and needed modulating via a vcr) by pressing a key sequence so I returned it with fibs and got that instead, even got refunded the £20 difference.

A while later the eject tray on that one started sticking very slightly so I returned it again and got one with mp3 playback functionality.

Come to think of it that's pretty scummy, oh well.

imitationleather

I remember buying a tent from Argos to use at a festival and then returning it for a refund no problem when I was back the following week.

Amazing days.