Cringe & Facepalm

I used to work at a doctor’s office that catered to mostly boomers. One day a lady called me and asked for an appointment to see the dr on a certain day. The day was open so it was no problem. So I ask the woman her name. She says ‘I’ve been coming here for years my name is in the system.’ Okay, that doesn’t help as I don’t magically know her name. So I said ‘ma’am I need to look you up so I can schedule you and I can’t do that if I don’t know your name’ than she says ‘I’m not comfortable giving you my name, just find me in the system!’ I said ‘ma’am it doesn’t work like that, I need your name so I can schedule you’ boomer says ‘oh my god this is stupid, I’ve been seeing the dr for years, just put me in!’ Again I said I don’t know your name and I cannot put you in if I don’t know your name. This went on for 20 minutes until I finally said. ‘Ma’am I don’t have time for this, either you can give me your name or im going to hang up. The boomer huffs and gives me her name. Easily found her and scheduled her. Like why is that so difficult? Ugh I hate boomers and old people in general.

I am a woman, 21 years old. My full name is feminine, but my nick name (which is a shortened version of my name) is rather "masculine". My full name is after my mother, my nick name is after my grandfather (who died before I was born. My mom absolutely loved him and was devastated that he didn't get to meet me).

Edit: for example: Jack short for Jacqueline or Max short for Maxeline.

I've been going by my nick name for literally as long as I can remember. In school, every single one of my teachers called me by my nick name (friends too, im sure a lot of my friends in younger years didn't actually know my full name). My doctors call me by my nickname. My professors call me by my nickname. It has never been a problem until recently at my job as a receptionist, where I also use my nickname.

I answer the phone with the obligatory "Hello, this is (name) at (place of work), what can I help you with today?"

Immediately this boomer fool goes off on his stupid little tangent "You don't sound like a male, why are you using a male name?? You're not one of those trans whatever people right?"

I just. God. Jfc. Lord save me. I never even thought this would be a problem. MY ENTIRE LIFE IVE GONE BY MY NICKNAME AND YET MY ENTIRE LIFE IVE STAYED A GOD DAMN FEMALE. Mind you, I have absolutely no problem with transgender people, I have a lot of compassion and empathy for them, especially knowing they have to deal with fuck wads like this on the daily.

I also find it sooooo amusing that these boomer fools constantly call my generation "snowflakes" and what not, yet these same mfs FREAK OUT when they hear a feminine voice say that their name is a rather masculine name. God have fucking mercy I wanted to punch this man through the phone and strangle him with the phone cord.

For those interested, I just replied "That is disrespectful and none of your concern. What can I help you with?" And after some more sputtering and grunting he finally set up an appointment. Was it that fucking hard?! Was it??? Keep your disrespectful fucking mouth shut. I cannot wait for that damned generation to die out. I know not all of them are bad; my boomer father is pretty cool and very accepting of everyone no matter identity or orientation; but the vast fucking majority I come across make me want to rip my hair out. Does anyone else have any similar stories? I'm starting to laugh about it now but I'm still irritated.

huge eyeroll

My husband and I just moved into a new home this past weekend. Leading up to the move, we got rid of junk, donated what we could, sold furniture off, and cleared some space.

My husband’s boomer mother gave us this corner hutch when he bought his first place seven years ago. It was never used in the seven years we lived there. Some picture frames and some paperwork was stashed in there, but wasn’t used like it was intended.

I asked my husband months ago if he wanted to keep it or sell it because he got it from his mom. He said sell it on Facebook and see what we can get for it. A really nice, crafty lady wanted to turn it into a corner coffee bar. Great! She took it off our hands and it was a done deal.

Yesterday boomer MIL came over to see the new house. At some point in the conversation, she asked about the hutch.

Husband: we sold it

Boomer: WHAT

Husband: mom, we had no use for it at the last house, and we don’t have use for it here. why do you care so much?

Boomer: YOU JUST BROKE MY HEART!!!!! Don’t you tell grandma that you sold it off, THAT WAS MADE OF REAL WOOD!!!!!

My jaw dropped and I doubled down and told her there was absolutely no use for it and we found someone who could put it to use. She kept yammering on and on about how her son just broke her heart.

I’m sorry, but if you were SO in love with this piece of furniture, WHY did you dump it on us years ago?? Typical boomer mindset about thinking their kids want to inherit their antiques.

Starting yesterday morning I heard loud music playing from the house next to us. The neighbors set up a barbecue and tent. I asked what they were celebrating in hope they would give me some barbecue and they said that it is their dog's quinceanera. I thought that was pretty cute and silly but they were partying from about 7:00 a.m. till 3:00 a.m. with very loud music and a bunch of screaming children on a bouncy castle. All the adults were very drunk and obnoxious. At about 2:00 a.m. I went out and asked them to turn the music down. They barely turned it down at all and about an hour later the police showed up. The party stopped and the next morning one of the guys that live in the house came knocking on my door accusing me of calling the cops. I did not call the police on them but since I just talked to them before they showed up they think it's me. I don't know how to convince them I didn't call. I want to keep good relations with them because they occasionally bring over food from their barbecues and bread the wife cooks.

My dad is a Super Boomer - red Maga hat, wore black when Rush Limbaugh died, etc. He also has health problems, but believes doctors are a scam. He has trouble swallowing and sometimes pukes because he eats super fast and won't slow down until he pukes. I was at a restaurant with my parents, and my mom and I were done eating, my dad wasn't due to the puke issue. The server came up and asked if he needed a box. Very standard question. My dad clenched his fists and literally growled at the poor guy. I thought he was gonna scream and flip the table. I wish I could say this was unusual behavior, but it isn't. My mom calls him bear because she thinks it's cute. This man is nearly 70! I said he was still working on his food. My mom and I were not trying to rush him, and we're fine waiting for him to finish. Luckily, we were in public, so my dad didn't get violent. The clenched fists and growling was usually a precursor to me getting slapped around as a kid, but only when no one was around to see. I know he did the same to my mom a few times, too. TLDR: My dad growled at a server at a restaurant when he asked him if he wanted a box instead of using his big boy words.