YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY GRINDS MY GEARS?

How religious the local paper is becoming. It irritates me that the opinions page is dominated by sermons. There is a religion section.

YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY GRINDS MY GEARS?

People who want to infringe on the rights of others simply because they (the infringants) do not like or approve of the infringee's life. That makes me scads of mad.

When A Walmart Manager Become Uncaring in Their Job

These are pictures of some big frickin' pot holes that can be found at Walmart Store #179 on Sunshine in Springfield, Mo. If you know anything about concrete/asphalt you can see that these have been here a while. If I were the manager, they wouldn't have been able to form, let alone get this damn out of control. IF also know anything about cars, you can easily see that hitting these things run you the risk of fucking up your alignment. While the 2 holes in that picture look big, look at this fucking chasm:

You can bury a truck tire in this damn thing. If this hole was any bigger, it would be in Gary Busey's brain. And here I thought MY depression was big, this put things in proper perspective. I mean, how can you ignore something like this? Is the manager trying to sell these holes to Drew Peterson or something? He'll have some prime spots to put that new wife of his, here's a better view:


I am the Complaint Department Manager and I disapprove of this Geological disater.

Complaint Department Announcement!!!

*ehem, ehem* After much consideration, I have decided NOT to delete or shut down the Complaint Department. There are however going to be some changes. The biggest change is that I will no longer be in absolute control of this place. I have decided to bring on some great bloggers as added authors of the Complaint Department. I gave this a lot of thought and figured that this isn't much of a Complaint Department if only 1 person is doing the complaining, so I now there will be MUCH complaining and not just by me. This will keep the lack of posts down to a bare minimum.

I will not be censoring their material and will be letting them post as they see fit. If they go political, so be it. If they get rough with the language...I might invite them over for dinner. I'm not going to announce who they are as I think they should introduce themselves when they are ready to make their first posts. You might just be surprised at who will be posting.

Stay tuned


I am the Complaint Department Manager and I approve this rebirth.

Times, They Are A Changin' and With That Said...

Most recently, I have decided to delete the Independent Titan. I have so much on my plate right now that there is no way that I can run 2 blogs at the same time with my schedule. Looking down the road, I can see that things are going to get even more busy for me and thus another thought has crossed my mind. The Complaint Department may be shutting its doors in the near future. I have toyed with the idea for a few days now, but haven't made a solid decision as of yet. Thing is, I follow a few people now on Facebook and to me, that "may" take the place of this blog.

When I started this blog, I wasn't looking for some sort of attention, nay nay. I really thought there were people out there that were kind of pissed off at the same shit I sometimes get exposed to on a daily basis. The intention was to get people to see my posts and maybe have a few thought go through their head like, "Yeah, ya know, that IS irritating", or something like that. Seems lately that some fellow bloggers are leaving the scene like Sniderman and Sky Girl. They have their reasons and I'm cool with that. So cool, that I may be joining them.

I'm the Complaint Department Manager and I sadly approve this message.

I Tried to Make Some Money While in Chicago

Lombard to be more specific. I forgot that I still had these damn pictures as I tried to pocket some reward money for finding that damn bird. I happened to find this poster on a utility pole right by the Metra train station and soon after seeing this I made a discovery. All I can say is that my senses were really keen that day and just so happen to do a bit of short detective work and actually found the missing bird, Ozzie.

Now, as you can see by the photo above, the sign said NOTHING about whether or not this bird was to be found dead or alive. HOWEVER, Ozzie's owner didn't happen to find my detective work/picture amusing at all as you can see here how I found poor Ozzie:

As you can see Ozzie passed on, expired and gone to seek its maker, has ceased to be(not resting), perished, has pleading demised(and not pining), run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible, is no more, this is a late Ozzie or an ex-Ozzie (if you will). Look, I'm just sayin' that since no stipulations of whether or not Ozzie was to be found dead or alive, I think a little appreciation and some cash wasn't too much to ask for in solving this not-so-groovy mystery. If I had a nail and hammer I would have nailed it to the pole.

I'm the Complaint Department Manager and this post has ceased to be.

Bad News From EHarmony

Oh well, I tried.