Hell is other people… with access to Outlook

As a celebrated turn coat and hypocrite, my collection of those products that have been designed in California by Apple is ample. I have an iPhone (4s), an iPad (3), an iMac (2011), Apple TV and Airport Express. The phone and tablet are my go to devices for day to day web browsing, pissing about on social media, accessing music, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

I use an electronic diary at work, where our IT system is still firmly embedded in 2003; clinging on to Windows XP. But what with exchange servers and clever shenanigans, my work and home diaries merge across all platforms. I’ll stick something into my diary on my phone and it pops up in my work calendar, on my iPad and in the diary on my computer at home. I’ll arrange a meeting with colleagues and tell them, “OK, that’s in my diary” and then they have to do it, they can’t help themselves… they send me a calendar invitation, which results in this:

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The red notification dot of doom.

Why do they have to do this when I’ve already told them that I’ve put it in my diary? Don’t they realise that, no matter how many times I accept their fucking invitation, the red dot of doom is almost impossible to get rid of? Worse still, I get these invititions from people when they know I’m on annual leave. It’s like being hunted by an overzealous pack of rabid administrators.

They’ve obviously been on the “Making the most of Outlook” course, aka “How to really piss people off with the click of a mouse button”. What’s evident from one particular culprit is that the “Making most of Outlook” course clearly doesn’t contain is a section entitled “Turning up to the meetings that you’ve invited loads of people to”. It’s no good adding a note to the invitation that asks attendees to “please come and get me if I don’t show up”, it’s kind of a given that when you arrange a meeting, you turn up.

Minor irritations
Anyway, life must be pretty good when your worst gripe is a red dot on one of your mobile phone application icons.

What is quite annoying is the realisation that your little iPad keyboard doesn’t work properly with a number of applications that have been upgraded recently. I have left-right cursor movement, but not up-down. The only way to resolve this will be to get another Apple product, probably a MacBook Air or something. Or maybe I should just shrug my shoulders and move on.

In reference to “moving on”, my tendency towards flying into road rage is now being affected by the increase in traffic congestion that’s usual for this time of year. All motorists are guilty of contributing to traffic congestion just by being out on the road, but some seem hell bent on making the situation worse by their sheer fuckwittedness. Here are just a few pointers to help keep the traffic moving:

  • Pay attention: get in the right lane; keep moving when you can; stop pissing about with your fucking makeup or whatever the hell is so fascinating on your passenger seat and have some awareness for what’s going on around you. Yes, like the ten cars that have just jumped the queue into the massive gap you left in front of you because you were checking in your bag for something that will still be there, or not be there when you get to your destination. But oh, no, it’s so fucking important to look right now instead of keeping up with the queueing traffic in front of you, isn’t it? Never mind, those bastards who cut in front of you got through the lights and oh look, we’re stuck exactly where we were. Thanks very much, you fartknocker.
  • Courtesy isn’t always a virtue: See the lights up ahead? They’re on green, look. That means “proceed with caution”, so do it. It doesn’t mean, “stop when there’s a clear road ahead and let somebody turn right out from a side street, oh and, go on, you might as well go too.” Oh and look the lights have turned to red and none of us have got through them because you decided to be Mother Teresa. And yes, behind us, the traffic is queueing around the other junction and backing up while selfish bastards queue jump into the gaps left by the handbag obsessed fartknocker.
  • Budge up: If you don’t leave a three car-length gap in front of your car, that car behind you could get through the lights too. We all might get to where we’re going that little bit sooner and Tina’s mood won’t be so bad because of the increasing pressure on her bladder
  • The lights are going to change to green, get ready! Ohhh… that’s fine, nope, honestly, we’ll all wait for thirty seconds while you do whatever it is you’re doing. I didn’t like the look of that cycle of lights anyway. It’s much nicer staying here, staring at the bloke in the car next to me picking his nose. I might as well make the most of it and have a squirt of my windscreen washers.
  • Move over. Look, I know you’re queuing in that lane and stuff, but if you positioned yourself a little better, I can get past you into the lane that I want to be in, the line of traffic would move forward a little bit, and those poor bastards behind us might get through the junction before the lights change to r… Oh! Too late again!
  • Why are you driving 20mph in a 40 zone? Why are you doing this? What on earth would possess anybody to do this? I’m going to ram you.
  • Indicate. You know if you’re approaching a side road that you’re going to turn into and you can see that there are cars waiting to pull out? Try indicating so they know it’s safe to do so. Go on, I know you’re driving a Vauxhall, but it’s just a myth that they don’t have indicators. Go on, use the fucking things, it’s not that difficult.
  • Die on fire
  • Of course, none of these thing really matter that much in the grand scheme of things and they all stem from self-annoyance because I fail to leave the house before the traffic starts to build up in the morning. There’s not much I can do about dimwitted drivers, but I can try to be on the road when there are fewer of them around. That just leaves the minor problem of what to do about the calendar invite obsessives. I might have to arrange for their fingers to be broken.

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