Bitch about minor annoyances here

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Minor annoyances huh. I think I can come up with a few of those.

My knee has been sore for the past few days for no real reason.
The weather is rediculously hot during the exact times of day when I need to be out walking to class.
My suitemates like yelling random stuff at random intervals and playing music so loud I can’t hear my own keystrokes.
I don’t get an actual weekend because I have to spend more time on homework and studying than I do on an actual class day.
The headphones that came with my MP3 player went dead in one ear so I just had to go out and buy a new pair. (My eighth pair in two years. A story for another time.)
I just got a new cellphone a few weeks ago and am still having trouble getting to it.
My pick is losing the current round of the GameFAQs Best Series Poll.

But otherwise, I can’t complain. :slight_smile:

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Yes, Mr. Honk-a-Lot. I see you on my ass. I bet you can see everything I had for lunch yesterday. NO. I am not going to go any faster - take a break from your cell phone and look outside the window. See that “speed limit” sign? It says 3 … 0. 30. THIRTY smurfing mph. And no, I’m not gonna speed just because you are on my tail like white on rice. I’m not getting a ticket for anyone, I don’t care if you’re the frickin’ Pope. The race track is in Byram.

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Fitted bottom sheets. Hate trying to fold them. And I really, really like having all my stuff neatly folded. My underwear drawer looks like stacked slices of laser-cut angelfood cake. You could use my shoes for mirrors while shaving with my shirt creases. I’m not OCD: I just believe that keeping my stuff neat & well-maintained is how I show self-respect. …Or maybe I am OCD, I dunno; but I do know that fitted bottom sheets kick my ass at every attempt to fold them. I’d rather use a flat sheet for the bottom, but they cost more to buy individually. Did I mention that I’m a cheapskate too?

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To the spineless moron member of the administration that super-glued all the phone lines in so that I can’t connect to the internet while at work… Fuck you! You know why I have the computer there, to attend class and do homework. I am one of the best employees that you have, I never call in, am never late, and no matter how much school work I have, I still do my job. Ask any of the charge nurses. Just because your family member that should have been fired doesn’t like working with me because I throw a fit when she takes a three hour lunch, does not mean you can jack around with me. Don’t say a friggin word when I call in because I need to work on school work and this job takes a back seat. You are the moron that stopped me from connecting at work. Besides, I am going to hook up to your wireless connection anyway, finish my degree and take your job punk. Next time, grow a spine and talk to me in person. BTW I am not doing the nightly cleaning you assigned either, fuck you, fire me…oh wait you can’t, you can’t replace me. And If I leave my husband will too, you really can’t replace the both of us, who would be your work horses then. Bitch.

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You recently said you’re back in PA and you must ask this question? :smiley:
In that related vein, these godforsaken HEAT. I just want to be able to keep my windows open, and feel a breeze, rather than shutting everything up and having the air on. Especially at night.

Oh, and mice. For godsakes, I’ve lived in this house for a good seventeen years-why all of a sudden are there mice everywhere? And I’d also like to bitch about the fact that between SIX of them, none of my cats are very good at killing them.

If Maggie brings one more up to my room to “play with”, I’m going to have a nice pretty new fur hat!

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To expand on the previous rant: IT"S FARKING HOT! I need to go outside and hack away at the overgrown jungle that is my backyard, but I have no health insurance so a heat stroke is not really a very good idea. I would like to start walking because I need to lose some weight and the local high school has just installed a 3 million dollar soft-surface running track which will make walking not nearly as painful, but I’m not going to walk after dark and it’s still 90 degrees at 10 pm here. I am way beyond sick of the heat.

I’d like to go to the cabin at the river, but I don’t want to see what the rich asshole lawyer next door has decided he needs to put on our property. You want a walled estate? Fine. Put the cul-de-sac on your property - don’t take ours. You own 20 times as much as we do. And thanks for killing the azaleas that were planted by my husband’s grandmother.

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I’ve lost my sense of humor. I don’t know where it is, but I’m yelling at everyone and everything, about even little minor things and I can’t stop.

I’m trying to sell my house, but the inspection report came back with a major, thousands-of-dollars problem, and I don’t want to pay that, particularly because I think it’s bulls**t, but if I don’t we’ll fall out of escrow and I have to start all over again, and I don’t think I can keep the house realtor-clean for another month. I just can’t.

And I want to look at the pictures my friend sent me, but yahoo mail has been down all day, so I can’t even look at pretty pictures to make me feel better.

I’m grumpy, and I don’t like it. Oh, and it’s supposedly 107 degrees outside. That’s just all kinds of wrong.

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On behalf of my brother: I’ve got a master’s degree in international business, experience with a start-up tech firm, fluency in several languages – and nobody’s hired me in a year of job hunting, and IT’S ALL THEIR FAULTS! THEY’RE STOOPID!

For myself: You want to know what’s worse than dry chapped hands? Dry chapped hands that turn into an eczema outbreak which spreads beyond just the hands.

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“Hey, you’re a public servant, right? Why don’t you go get me a glass of water?” – George Carlin

:eek: I thought this was exclusive to old(er) ladies in California! The worst is when we’re watching baseball and she starts talking about some player we traded away in 1999, stops while there’s dead air and the batter is standing ten feet away from the plate adjusting his genitals (you’d think they’d be set at the factory!), then starts up again right as the commentators tell the answer to the trivia question that was asked three innings ago or say some crucial detail in a really interesting baseball story.

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Hey, my mum too! Except Mum’ll look expectantly at me, like she’s already said her piece. Sheesh!

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Does she have long hair that is pulled back from the temples and puffed in front? If so, you’ve got a Pentecostal on your hands. The alternative form of their dress is a long denim skirt with a shirt (or pullover fleece sweater) that is often decorated with kittens. The shoes worn with this ensemble are generally white sneakers.

From my casual observations, about fifty percent of them wear some sort of ornamental hair clips. Bows are big, but scrunchis seem to be making a comeback in my area.

During my experiences with them in Christian School Hell, I noted that their homes are almost invariably decorated in “kountry”, which features a lot of powder-blue plaid. Many use teddy bears as decorative accents.

If she is a Pentecostal, don’t sick the fashion police on her. It’s punishment enough that the poor has to spend her life looking around at all of those wooden hearts and trashcans painted with American flags.

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This is so familiar to me. My boyfriend, by the way. He has another weird sentence habit. He likes to say a sentence, and if/when I didn’t hear him (I never do, on the first try) he only repeats the noun, the last word, or the last couple of words. It’s also usually the only word I managed to understand in the original sentence.

Him: Hey, what do you think about going to the mall tomorrow?
Me: Sorry, what?
Him: Mall.
Me: Okay… mall… what about it?

Him: Could you pass me the Coke?
Me: Sorry, what?
Him: Coke.

Gah! These are bad examples though, because at least if someone said “Coke” I could figure out what they were trying to ask, but he does this with completely random sentences and then repeats the noun so that I have no idea what he’s talking about other than that particular noun.
Also I’m annoyed that his brother and his brother’s wife are going to be staying with us for a month. A MONTH, people. We have a one-bedroom apartment with too much stuff in it as it is. They all speak Serbian. I like to be alone most of the time. But now, I’m going to be coming home from work expecting some peace and instead I’m going to be faced with three people speaking a language I don’t understand. And what really gets my goat is that he didn’t even discuss it with me… it was more like “My brother’s coming, if you don’t like it, fuck off.” I know his brother is important to him and I don’t blame him for that. But seriously guy, you could have been a bit nicer about it - I still would have griped, admittedly, but a lot less.

Gah! Again.

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Are you sure? Maybe he’s been trying to tell you something else for a while.

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Hey, university, the one I want to give my money to so I can get a fancy-schmancy degree:

STOP LEAVING ME IN THE FUCKING DARK ABOUT EVERYTHING!

Seriously, it’s getting recockulous. I am suppossed to be enrolled in classes, which start August 28th, according to your online academic calendar. Since April, I have received exactly two pieces of mail from you. The first was a notice telling me I had to buy student health insurance or provide proof of other insurance (but I can’t buy it until after I register,) and the second was a notice telling me for $100 I could enroll in a monthly tuition payment plan. That’s it. Nothing about any kind of graduate student orientation, or when I am suppossed to register (I would imagine it would be at the orientation,) or any kind of bill. Odd, because usually they send you a registration downpayment kind of thing.

So I go online and finally find an academic calendar that tell me when graduate orientation is…it’s August 28th…at 5 PM. That’s right, it’s on the first day of classes, after most classes have ended. The Hell? Now before you tell me graduate and undergrtaduate classes are different, I will tell you that most of them are not. A large chunk of the classes I have to take are not graduate specific classes, just upper-level undergrad courses. So what’s the deal? Am I suppossed to register all on my own (which I have figured out how to do with their online SIS service, which, since no one tells me anything about it, I against had to find all on my own.)

Ok, so even if I try to do that…I can’t seem to actually take the courses I need to. That is to say, most of the courses listed as degree requirements are not offered this semester. Out of all the courses listed (which is five required, and a list of nine that I need two to three of) I have found a total of four that are actually offered, one of which I have no interest in taking because it’s an electrical engineering course I am going for a mechanical concentration. Of the remaining three, two of them are offered at the exact same time. So now I am down to actually being able to take a whopping two classes, unless I go and meet with my advisor (and that would be…gee, I don’t know, because no one told me and it’s not listed anywhere in what sparse info they sent me and is on my student records page) to get approval to take an alternate course, or maybe see if I am just searching classes wrong and there are sections of those classes I didn’t see as existing.

I won’t even get into the whole hubbaballo about the fact that I am not considered an in-state resident, because a whopping two years out of state trump being born and living twenty-one years in state. :mad:

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So in a quick follow up to my post, apparantly I am to register all on my own, online using the website I found, yet no one deemed it neccesary to tell me this in any way, shape, or form. Great way to run an institute of higher learning there.

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Aaaaaaaand :stuck_out_tongue: !

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Dear Fellow Commuters,

This is a train. It is not your office. It is not your bed. It is not your kitchen goddamned table. Kindly remove your office supplies/lazyass/Big Gulp from the seat next to you and let others sit.

Seriously, why must people spread out so? And why must they look so shocked and amazed when someone actually does ask to sit down? It never occurred to them that there might be other people travelling on the 5:25pm train who would like to take a load off? Sheesh.

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Dear Thoughtless Project Manager,

You were the designing force behind the luxurious new offices we built and moved into, over a year and a half ago. You’re well aware that you planned for 4 bathrooms, only one of which is exclusively a women’s room. So when you take your morning BM, WHY must you select THAT bathroom, too near my desk for comfort? The cleaning staff has all 4 bathrooms equally spiffy, so it can’t be a cleanliness issue. My feeling? You simply want to piss me off. This IS effective, in case you had a moment’s doubt. Not as heinous as making me clean up the mess you created in one of the mini-fridges a few months ago when you spilled chocolate milk everywhere, and allowed it a few days to ferment nicely before telling anyone about it, but a close second.

Thank you for being a selfish boor. Thank you for continuing to impress the office staff with your own importance, and keeping the lines between “project manager” and “obvious subordinate” clearly defined. Not sure what we’d do without your majestic presence around here, but a girl can dream, can’t she?

Your #1 fan,
Beck

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Dear Suite mates,

In case you were wondering why my room mate and I don’t hang out in the common area of the suite and as such don’t socialize much with you, you may want to consider the following:

Stop just leaving your garbage in the common area! It’s been a few weeks since you started just leaving stuff there so surely by now it has gotten through your skulls that it will not, in fact, grow legs and walk out to the dumpster of its own accord. Nor will housekeeping be coming to pick up after you. Housekeeping’s only function in the suite is to clean the bathroom, which I might point out you’re also doing a nice job of trashing.

Honestly, do none of you own trashcans? You leave piles of used Q-tips by the sink next to the little plastic seal from the top of your deodorant. You leave empty shampoo bottles in the middle of the floor and I’m pretty sure I saw a few bits of apple on the floor in the bathroom just now. What in the name of all that is holy, sanitary and pine-scented are you doing!

As far as the common are goes, you left an old pizza box (still containing pizza) on a chair FOR FOUR DAYS before taking it out. You have to walk past the dumpster on you way to class. (Assuming you bother to go, a big assumption now that I think about it.) There’s a microwave box sitting in the corner after about a week on the couch and a pair of broken sandals that one of you slug-witted Neanderthals thoughtfully left right in front of the door to my room. (Not to mention the bike that some one likes to park in our common room, actually positioned to block the door to my room.) And then I walk out of the room this morning only to find an impressive complement of of McDonald’s paraphernalia littering the table and the ground.

Worst of all is that I can do nothing about it! If I ask you to pick it up, it obviously won’t get done. You swine were too lazy to throw away one soda can that sat by the sink for a week before I finally got sick of it and threw it out. I can’t just clean it up myself. You’d take it as an invitation to trash the place even more assuming that I don’t mind wallowing in your filth.

I can’t wait to get out of this accursed suite and back into a normal dorm room this fall (three weeks to go!) I’m sure that suite living is perfectly fine when one’s suite mates are either as civil and courteous as you or as mind-numbingly emptyheadedly moronic as you. Unfortunately, my room mate and I are the former and you four are the latter.

Sincerely and scornfully,
Lord Il Palazzo

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Sports announcers (US only) misusing “within”.

“And the Niners pull to within seven points,” means the Niners are down by LESS THAN SEVEN. “Within” is NOT INCLUSIVE. If they’re down by 6.9 points, you can say within. If they’re down by seven, then they’re within eight, not seven.

I also hate the pseudo-word “winningest”. Who thought it would be a good idea to turn a gerund into a superlative?