Maybe a good reply would be “Im fine right where I am, but if you want to move, go right ahead…Ive heard Johnson Moving is a good one to go with, or hey, how about Student Movers?
and let me know how your move goes”
Apparently the owners of this phrase have an innate knack for being incredibly clueless and insensitive. Both times it was muttered towards me in my life was at a time where I had very recently experienced a loss. Once, the person muttered it to me only a month after losing a significant relationship, the other time it was ten days, TEN days after I lost an immediate family member. That time, I literally told the speaker “just shut up dude, shut the f… up”
“Aren’t I?” It’s not something I hear a lot, but internally I cringe any time I hear it. Most of the others mentioned, while clichéd, I could care less about. 
Actually, I keep hearing it set to the tune of the Kinks song “Til The End of the Day.”
Can we please stop using the word “surrounding” all the time? At least confine it to situations where something is actually surrounded by something else.
For me it’s “I’ll shoot you an email and blah blah.”
You’re shooting an email to someone? The completely passive actual reality of sending an email is about as far from shooting something as you can get.
I can just see people typing up some email, then hitting the send button with a little “bam!” sound. And then the data meanders through the interwebs, sitting passively in a mail server until it’s picked up by an every ten minute sweep by your mail program.
It’s like they’re trying to cool and with it about the technology, and “send” just isn’t enough to describe their mad email skillz.
The Internet is a series of tubes, don’tcha know? When you shoot someone an email, the message gets shot through a pneumatic tube to its recipient.
What gets me is when I am explaining something to someone and they interrupt me and say “oh, what you are trying to say is…”
No, I am saying what I mean, it is you not trying to understand it and wanting the meat cut “just so”.
I can explain it to you again, but I can’t understand it for you.
That, and “Let’s get in alignment”.
“I hear you.” 80% of the time, they clearly did not.
It’s entered the theatre of the aburd. The other day a numbnuts TV news reporter said the cops “reached out” with an arrest at a grow-op. I pictured the Dresden firestorm, when Churchill reached out to Hitler.
Another one growing like Topsy is politicans and/or sports figures who ask and answer their own questions (usually with “that said”).
“That said, am I sorry I caused my family so much pain when I was caught with my underwear down to my knees in the back seat of a convertible with my best friend’s Great Dane and the top down? Of course I am.”
“That said, does the team have to put the last 25 consecutive losses behind them, realize that at the end of the day tomorrow’s another day and the name of the game is to win? Yes, and it’s my job to help turn it around.”
That said, aburd = absurd.
Oh, jeez. Ninj . . . I mean, upon a closer read, I see that Senegoid’s questions and answers, along with Dickerman, beat me to it.
unexamined privilege
partner (as, in “You’ll need to partner with Nina in Corporate Accounts Payable.”)