IKEA, a piss poor experience – no fucks given…

IKEAIKEA… It’s like Marmite, either love it or hate it, there is no middle of the road here – but either way IKEA is a necessary evil of the world, like Argos, and sometimes there’s no other way.

We’ve used IKEA (The Cardiff Store) many times over the years, and had varying degrees of service from the staff, but this latest visit has been the worst yet, and I sincerely hope that IKEA will not be a part of my future for as long as I can foresee. Normally when visiting IKEA, you can actually get away without interacting with the staff, completely if you use the self-service tills, but sometimes there is no avoiding the ordeal…

Counting the problems (Circles of Hell)…

First problem: Lack of staff – they’re like rocking-horse-shit, and when you do find one, they’re either in the wrong department, or some fucking idiot is taking up their time with pointless questions.

Second problem: When you do find an IKEA Peon, and they’re busy with an idiot asking idiot questions, there is no way they can call another peon over to save half hour of your life. No way at all, no fucks given.

Third problem: Some products, seemingly at random, don’t have an isle location, but have to be ordered via the IKEA Peons – no way to avoid them. Why?!

Fourth problem: They don’t give a fuck. That’s right, no fucks given in IKEA. How do I register for IKEA Family to get a discount – use that orange machine over there, no other help, no fucks given

Fifth problem: Orange machine is broken, not printing out… go find the peon, tell them, they reply “Go use another one”… Not the slightest sign of the peon moving to put a an “Out Of Order” sign on the machine, no fuck all. Roll on all the other poor bastards wasting their time. No fucks given.

Sixth problem: Broken discount system at the tills. Have to call a senior peon who can’t do anything, passing to yet another more senior peon – the senior peon takes an age to get the order processed.

Seventh problem (Read: “Gate of Hell”, but slightly less pleasant): After half hour waiting for my order to be picked, I’m still waiting.

Eighth problem (Read: “Wonder of IKEA-HELL”): After a half hour wait for the products to be picked, and a complaint to the senior-senior peon, they still can’t find my shit, the shit I’ve paid for, it’s mine, give it to me.

Ninth problem: (There are more circles of IKEA-HELL than any other hell): NO Offer of anything when complaining, no apology, no compensation for my wasted life-time they’d just used up being useless, NOTHING… IKEA: No Fucks Given.

… Just as a point, the above article details my own true-to-life experience, and my own opinions – don’t on any account be put off IKEA by the above review – google it for yourself 🙂

Sexist supermarkets in the UK, Lacking Customer Service!

SupermarketsDear Supermarkets, mainly Asda, Tesco, and Sainsburys.

Why are you so sexist towards men?

I’m a man. Yes, it’s true. It’s also true that I like to buy clothes, and shoes. Going naked is frowned upon.

For years now Supermarkets have done a decent job for women in the UK, the ranges are always expanding, and what’s more all the sizes are there – no longer do you find discrimination against the larger female form, in most cases. The clothes, shoes, boots and slipper ranges are phenomenal, amazing even.

Men. You hate us, right? In most cases, if we’re lucky, there are 10 to 15 styles of shoes, as opposed to perhaps 100 to 200 for the female ranges. Do you all think we don’t need shoes, that we’re all centaurs and have hooves instead? I really can’t think why you don’t want the business of half the population, it baffles me. Really.

The discrimination doesn’t end there, the general clothing range for men is abysmal, for every ten rows of female clothing, there are, if we’re lucky, two for men. I’m really fed up of seeing this blatant disregard for me as a customer in all the stores.

DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Correct this situation today, it’s not too late, please.

And on to the second topic from the taglineWHAT customer services!?

Every time I go to customer services, I’m treated like a moron, generally made to wait in a growing queue, because perhaps there is one under paid staffer on the counter, and they’re expected to cope on their own with the lottery, cigarettes and so called customer services.

So… Assuming that I haven’t given up the will to live, even from a distance, looking at the pathetic lone example of a store-peon behind the counter, and make it there… THEY CAN’T BLOODY DO ANYTHING. That’s right – their existence is pointless unless for the most basic of requests. They can’t take feedback, they can’t take suggestions and pass them along, they can’t do anything – the point of contact for customer-feedback is null and void.

Examples I hear you ask? Well here is a personal experiance, #Tesco and #Sainsburys in this example:

Cat food. I own cats, a few… I buy cat food, the own brand tins with gravy. This is always, and I mean always understocked, in whatever supermarket I’m in. I clear the shelves on a regular basis – I’m talking 120 tins a month here. I WANT to give you people money, but I can’t as you never have enough stock.

… So I brave the queue to the pathetic peon staffer (Sorry, not your personal fault) to complain about the consistent lack of stock… And, guess what!? They can’t do anything! One time I even got the ‘Dried Goods Manager’ (Good title, right, the title implies authority) – WHO CAN’T DO ANYTHING. That’s right folks, the manager of the department can’t do anything. “Fill in this form”, “Write to head office”, we can’t possibly take your query after you’ve just wasted yet another valuable portion of your life away queueing here waiting to speak to someone in authority, no way can we help you.

WHAT’S THE POINT of having someone there if they can’t do anything? Where is the feedback channel, where is the friendly face of customer service, how can we help you improve if you do not listen, if you treat us like cattle, and take us for granted?

Do you not realise that if I can’t get this one important item in store, I won’t visit your store, you won’t get the golden foot-fall, I won’t spend any money in your store, I’ll go elsewhere, where they give a damn, listen and supply me with what I actually want. Silly people. Just one example. I have many more examples, however I fear that the feeble flesh glued by nature onto my bones can’t withstand so much pounding away at the keyboard if I were to list them all.

Respond to this article, #Sainsburys, #Asda, #Tesco, #Morrisons – show me you listen, and further do something about the blatant sexist attitude towards men, and the lack of regard for your customers. Show me you can be better, I dare you.

UK Government Morons and Pointless Taxes!

The Guardian - More Sugar Tax proposed!
The Guardian – More Sugar Tax proposed!
The current bunch of Tory wankers in power have bowed to the wishes of non-thinking-tabloid-press twatbags, introducing a fucking sugar tax. S U G A R tax… Now I understand the intentions behind this are basically to reduce sugar intake for the general public, but tax is the wrong way to do it. Wrong. Plain and simply wrong. Why?

  • Tax is their answer to everything, and it’s a lazy one.
  • Tax doesn’t help, people will just spend more.
  • If Tax is so bloody effective, why are there still smokers in the UK, or drinkers for that matter?
  • Tax just hurts people, reduces their liberties and opportunities.
  • Tax hits the less well off sectors of society disproportionately hard.
  • Tax just doesn’t effect the rich.

What would work? What are the alternatives to punitive financial measures applied in an idiot-blanket fashion? How about the following, for starters

  • Education for the public, not boring government documentary films, but programs outlining and exposing the amount of sugar in many supposedly healthy foods.
  • Ad admission that they were wrong about ‘diet’ foods where the fat has just been replaced with sugar.
  • Legislation for food manufacturers to stop using sugar wherever possible, putting back in the fat and alternative sweeteners.
  • Legislation for the food manufacturers to reduce size (AND Price!) for chocolate / candy bars / sweets.
  • Graphic advertising of what just a few hundred extra calories per day can do to you.

TAX is just lazy, the laziest way of getting around a perceived problem without effort of thought, an ineffective solution, proven by studies in Mexico where it has had an impact of just 6 calories per day!

TAX… In the UK this is simply laughable, around 22% of my salary is already taken as tax, with what’s left I have to pay yet more tax – Council Tax, Vehicle Tax, VAT, and Fuel Duty… Plus there are probably more I’m still blissfully unaware of. And now SUGAR fucking tax – pretty soon we’ll all just be working for the government, as there won’t be any money left from our pay after tax, we might as well be working in a communist state soon.

I’m one of the lucky ones in this case, I’m off sugar for health reasons, my eyes were opened a long time ago to dangers of this substance, and whilst I still enjoy the odd treat here and there, I won’t really feel the impact personally. That doesn’t make this right though. The people need to speak up, to make the government understand that we’re not all morons, we know what we’re doing, and if we don’t, education is the key, not more bloody tax.

Annoying Facebook Feminist Bullshit.

Img_3128I’m not normally this reactive to bullshit on Facebook, after all Facebook is just overflowing with bullshit; however this grade-a bullshit really deserves a highlight and a counter.

All of the points raised are choices. The woman, in control, has these choices to make, if she makes them, then it’s of her own free will, and nobody can be held to ransom for her own choices.

It also lacks completely the point of view of the other person in the relationship, in fact to add insult to injury, it completely misses out the other types of relationships which exist!

So assuming that it’s talking about a man & woman being married, and that it’s in one of the western countries not influenced by any cult (Read “religion”)… Oh boy.

The couple makes a choice, the man has to agree for the woman to take his surname, he has to be happy for her to do so – they might choose to take another name completely, or double-barrel it.

Changes HER home? WTF? Don’t men have homes? Don’t couples ever move into a new place, their place? Fucking grade-a bullshit.

Leaves her Family?! Again WTF? He IS her family, he comes into her family, she into his, their families MERGE.

Builds a home with you? Duh!

Gets Pregnant… Well yes, that’s how the species works, however they as a couple have a choice to rub their private parts together to make a tiny human… A CHOICE.

Pregnancy changes her body? REALLY, you don’t fucking say? CHOICE to get pregnant, and if it didn’t change her body, something would be supremely fucked up.

Fat? Really? It’s a choice, unless there is some underlying medical condition.

Kids? Names? Your children, as a COUPLE. Again fucking choice, you short sighted feminist bint-bag from the darkest reaches of psychoville.

Blah blah blah… The fact is, man or woman, if you’re in a married relationship, you should be devoted to each other, love each other quite equally, and make the choices between yourselves – anything else and you’re doing it wrong. What the world doesn’t need is this feminist bullshit pollution; we’re all equal, we’re all human. Enough said.

Core of Abuse.

I’m struck by all the positives in my life, on a regular basis. I have my Wife and family, enough money to get by on and afford some luxuries, but hey, I’m not especially materialistic. Achievements have come regularly this year, from those in work, to those at home – they’re all good.

However, here’s the dark core to it all… Deep down, sometimes I feel the anger, the burning heart of the combined years of abuse from the past – with the help of my Wife and friends, I was pulled away from. The source of all this abuse? The christian religions, and my sycophant ex-family – they really fucking screwed me over during my earlier years… I realised this gradually over time, however even today, after several years since I’ve laid sight on any of those vile fuckers, I have flashbacks; the darkness and burning heart of abuse is brought to the surface, and has an even starker meaning than before. Even my school years, now long past, have revealed themselves, in memory, to be full to the brim of abuse – targeting children… how fucking vile.

It’s odd though – there are those parties in my life, even now, some of whom were around during the dark years who have been shown to be false. Instead of helping during those years, they stood by and did nothing. You’d think it would be an easy call to get rid of them, but sadly not – life is simply more complex, with more factors than can be easily accounted for to make this a reality. Saying that though, these people will probably die within the next 10 years or so, scant comfort though.

Sometimes, when these realisations come to the surface of my intellect, I grasp onto my current life with an intensity which borders on a death-grip; of course nothing shows on the surface, but things happen, accomplishments happen, the unattainable is suddenly in reach, because I’m better, just fucking better than every fucking religious, abusing, cunt of a headcase on the fucking planet. It might seem that I’m fuelled by rage, but it would be a mistake to assume that. In the past it would have been true, but I’ve broken free, again, nothing can understate the role my Wife, current friends and family have in that; even if some of them are occasionally annoying 😉

The tag line on this article – Mother-fucking abusive religious cunts: I’ll out do you, I’ll out live you, I’m a better person, a better fucking human than any of you could ever be. If you see me, get out of my fucking way, because I’ll fucking destroy you, one way or the other.

#Tesco #Annoying #crap

article-2281448-1784A919000005DC-517_634x413Today I posted a complaint to #Tesco on their Facebook page, it got deleted because it contained the word #crap. So, in this instance #Tesco have chosen to ignore their customer and instead chosen to become the language police.

So I, for one, won’t be using them, they will not receive any more of my money.

The original complaint was that their customer services and cigarette counter wasn’t open before 08:00 in the morning, something I could honestly live with, even though it’s annoying. What I can’t live with is their “head in the sand” attitude and pompous behaviour – those are unacceptable.

I realise I’m only one voice, and that they won’t care to lose my custom, but it will make me feel better; I will not be owned by the anger. #ThereIsNoSpoon

Love #Sainsburys #Lidl #Asda #Aldi – you all have better customer services, and will receive my money instead of Tesco, who shall now be known as TheScum.

Also loving the fact that during a random image search for TheScum, the one I clicked on linked to this article, on the Daily Mail website.

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BBC: Promoting violence and death.

BBCIt looks like the BBC has once again chosen to support violence, death and suffering with it’s continued support of religion, not even paying attention to it’s own survey of the views of the licence fee paying public.

It amazes me why society at large is still pandering to religious idiots, devoting public resources to them, and giving them tax exemptions.  By all means let them fuck off to a quiet corner of the universe and worship their imaginary sky-fairies, but don’t foster it on all of us!

It’s very annoying when I have to turn off the radio at least twice a day, when some jumped up arse-hole who thinks they’re better than the rest of us (because of their imaginary sky fairy), comes on and tries to tell us how to conduct our lives, how to adhere to their fucking twisted morals.  I mean ANY religious arse is an accomplice to mass murder, suffering, terrorism, child abuse and genocide, how fucking dare they, even for a second, think they’re better than cockroaches.

10475514_700097060064782_28342048734165353_nPut on a more simplistic level, the Nazis are universally despised for their persecution and attempt at world domination through violence, intimidation and attempted genocide… we all accept that, right?  The fucking christians (For example) did exactly the same fucking thing, yet they and their sycophant followers to this day proclaim innocence…  Fucking priceless.  They should be removed from planet Earth, they are a chronic disease.  Coming back to the point, yes, the BBC, which we pay for, gives these disease filled pustules air-time, and that is a bad thing.  Not that I even care to disagree with them – they’re simply wrong in every imaginable sense of the word.

http://www.secularism.org.uk/news/2015/08/bbc-trust–religious-radio-programmes-are-least-popular-and-least-well-received–but-we-wont-change-them

… And a parting thought:

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Good News: Fucktard has been fired!

In reference to the Fucking Retards Post

It has taken some time for the pure diamond-hard level of drooling Stupida to seep through the layers of middle management to HR, but it’s happened, yes, Stupida has been fired!

I believe the eventual reasons were that she couldn’t muster the will power to keep her rabid-shit-flap of a mouth closed when on calls, and ended up swearing at customers; and performing a role which has strict regulations, and fucking them up royally.

It’s excellent news for the company, I think the share-price might even rise.  On the downside for humanity, rumour has it that the fucking-drooling-chav-gypsy-queen-slag-bag is now working for British Gas; I pity the customers she’s now inflicted on.

Excellent news for me, I can once again feel comfortable in my working environment without feeling a continual need to bury the nearest sharp (Or blunt… what the fuck!) object lethally deep in her rancid flesh!  🙂

Happy Birthday, you cunt.

Here’s a may-you-burn-in-the-fires-of-your-self-created-hell-you-cunt to my biological mother on her birthday. Let it be known she was the lowest of the low, a cunt so rotten, if you saw her on fire, you’d go buy some petrol and pour, just to have a good time. I hope you died with realisation of your cuntishness and with knowledge that your son just plain didn’t give a fuck about your worthless child abusing life.

Ah. Feel better now.

Fucking retards.

In life I have come across some truly fucking retarded people… Of course, I don’t mean the actually mentally-retarded-people, those dribbling into their Cornflakes in the homes; no I mean those who have just scrapped by in school and somehow, by some fluke of the system, made it into working life.

So fucking retards. In work, we’ve been sent some temps, most of them are OK, but there are some fucking pearls of retards. Just sitting in the same room as them, by some process as yet unknown, I can almost feel my I.Q. dropping points by the hour, it’s all I can do to block their inane droning out with some well placed ear-phones and music at suitable volume; but then I look, even their fucking looks are stupid.

There is one girl in particular, lets call her “Stupidia” for the sake of it. Wow. Words fail me. She sits there for eight hours a day, whining with a complete lack of imagination that her job is hard (It’s not), then whilst whining, she is wearing what I can only describe as something even a Big-Brother contestant wouldn’t be seen dead in… A light blue plastic mac – yes ALL DAY she is wearing this ridiculous outfit. The effect is amazing – not once in my life so far would I have thought a simple combination of low-I.Q. and bad-dress could induce such a twitch-causing level of annoyance. Not even going to mention (sic) the day-glow nail paint. But there we have it, this happened.

Shouldn’t be against the law to put animals like her down, just double-tap to the head – such an act would increase the net value of humanity. I’m going to blame the bleeding-hearted-leftie-wankers for letting such an aberration past the finishing-post of pre-school… “Everybody’s got to get a prize, there aren’t any losers” – LYING BASTARDS – in this case Humanity as a whole has lost. Makes me want to cry.