The layout of my apartment…because of the toilet.
When on the throne, my TP roll is on my left side. As I am right handed, I find this quite annoying. Because of this, I take the roll off the dispenser and put it on the edge of the tub.
Not a big deal, but whenever my girlfriend comes over, the TP magically appears back on the dispenser.
Grr…
-Joe, lefty loosey, righty tighty
Hey, Kyla – so do you know about the Lake Michigan seiche? That can get you right here in downtown Chicago.
Yippee! So many hatreds I can share!
I hate monkeys.
I hate embarrassing moments in movies or shows (let’s all hide in the kitchen together, shall we, when the girl’s skirt falls down during chalkboard exercises?).
I hate inconsiderate old people.
I hate hate hate stupid people. I know it’s not their fault they are stupid, but I can hardly TALK to them, or even look them in the eye!
I hate spiders.
I hate it when the guy beside me leaves the class and doesn’t push his chair back in, leaving me to do it! Every class! I hate this! Did no one teach him any manners whatsoever?
I hate my mother-in-law. There are so many things about her that I dislike. The most recent hatred is that she INSISTS on bringing things to my house. Things I don’t like, things that aren’t useful, things that take up space, or things that I ALREADY OWN. ESPECIALLY FOOD AND CLOTHING. What the fuck? Did she really think I didn’t have any cornmeal? Did she really think her precious son needed an ugly puce shirt bought from Wal-Mart for four dollars, with the price tag still attached? Did she think I needed a wine rack that holds the bottles the wrong way, is spray painted, and rickety-cheap as all hell? Did she was doing me a FAVOR by pulling off parts of my plants and leaving them to rot in a glass of water, because “it will root like that”? ARGH ARGH ARGH!
My irrational hatreds:
There’s lots more, but I have to restrain myself.
Oh…people who STARE at you. My blood pressure’s rising just thinking about them, and I’m definitely a type “B” personality.
The majority of country music. It just reeks of “I’m white, this is music of being white and american, don’t mess with the U.S., I have a truck.”
Musicals. They all seem so childish and amatuerish to me. The songs all remind me of something I’ve heard in grade school and are so simpleton.
I’m convinced that just about anyone could write lyrics to a musical.
Eg. “the heat is on, the heat is on in Saigon”, “all-that-jazz”, “doe a dear” , “in dreams he came to me… The Phantom of the Opera”.
I’ve been dragged to shows by my wife and all I think about while I’m there is “god, this is incredibly boring. I cant believe we dropped $150 for tickets. We could have seen 10 movies for the price of this.”
Now she wants to see The Lion King when is comes to town. It’s a kids Disney flick and they want to charge me $100 a seat to watch a puppet/costume show about it.
I hate:
-emptying the dishwasher
-those creepy dancing babies they have on VH1 and on that movie (I think it’s “superbabies”) coming out, but the one on VH1 freaks me out more
-people who try to sell me newsletters in Borders and won’t take no for an answer
-centipedes (they’re just plain evil)
-answering the phone (for some reason, the phone only seems to ring at the most inopportune time possible; I’ve managed to learn not to answer it, but when I do, it’s invariably a telemarketer)
-I hate when I answer the phone for my business saying, “Hello, this is Overly,” and my mom giggles and says, “Hello, this is mom!..Whatcha doin’?”
Thought of a few more:
I irrationally hate people who name their pets stupid, unoriginal things, like Blackie, Shadow, Snowball, Lady, and Fluffy. I have inherited a cat name Shadow and whenever I tell people his name I feel compelled to add, “I did not name him!”
Additionally, I irrationally hate it when people give their kids pretentious/androgynous names, esp. girls named Taylor, Mackenzie, and Ashley, or boys named Logan, Tyler, and Devin. I also despise names for girls that virtually doom them to be Hooters girls, like Amber, Crystal, and Tiffany.
This drives me absolutely crazybanananuts. Don’t these people KNOW they’re giving their daughters boys’ names?
Women’s shoes. Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp. Gee, here comes a woman down the hall. Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp. Gee, that petroleum-based-looking footwear you have on seems so flexible, comfortable, and healthy. Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp.
“I’m ____'s number one fan!!!” No you’re not. What about the thirty-eight thousand other people who say the same thing? Take a number and shut up. And what has this person / team / band / ideology ever done for you personally? Besides make you make your vehicle verbose? Get some real priorities.
People who think they’re smart. Not stupid people; at least they’re real and honest. Ph.D., eh? Did it come with that tie?
Jello. It has essentially no nutrive value. You don’t even get the satisfaction of chewing. It’s sort of like eating a semi-solid version of air. Why bother.
Servers like that guy on page 2 who complain about everything their customers request as if it’s a burden. Hello??? Your fucking job is to SERVE, stop the complaining or get into another line of work.
I absolutely can’t stand when people insist on making up new insults like “fuckstain,” “fucknugget,” or even the meaningless “fuckchef.” I’ve seen countless otherwise insightful and hilarious pit threads completely neutered by the inclusion of these almost astonishingly uncreative, babyish “insults.” They immediately turn an otherwise refreshing rant into sub-Beavis and Butthead or South Park adolescent boy’s farting contest.
Also, “cow-orker” and other “insulting puns” that really don’t have anything to do with the actual reason for ire. See; “windoze” (is windows’ boringness really the subject of your hatred?), etc.
Okay, I have to add this, because it’s really starting to get on my last nerve.
Whoever decided the Pit is just an extension of Great Debates. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. It is not the place for logical discourse. It’s the fuckin PIT. For raving pissed-offedness. And if that word doesn’t exist, I apologize to whoever it was that posted they hate people who try to make up words. You don’t have a fuckin cite in the Pit. CITE?? CITE? We don’ gotta show you no steenking cites, man! All we gots ta show you is VITRIOL.
ahem. I’m better now. Thank you.
My god this is a lovely, cathartic, addictive thread. Thanks to the OP for starting it.
My list goes on:
I irrationally hate it when people will not put the seat and lid down on my toilet. I have toxic chemicals in the tank to keep the hard water from staining the bowl, and I do NOT want my cats drinking or playing in it. I put a sign up right above the tank, and yet there are several people who are regular visitors who NEVER, ever fucking do it. Must I cuff you upside the head every time you forget, since just asking nicely AND posting a sign aren’t enough for your inattentive ass?!? It seems violence may be necessary.
I irrationally hate when people’s pets have dreadlocks. I cannot tell you how it aggravates me when I’m petting someone’s cat or dog (usually a longhair, but not always) and the animal has these huge mats in his coat. That hurts them by pulling on their skin. How did I notice this and you did not? It’s your pet, you’re supposed to love him, yet you cannot be bothered to groom him properly. You are probably the same people who don’t pick the burrs out of your dog’s hair.
I irrationally hate the moron whose dog was roaming the parking lot today in front of the bookstore. Your dog damn near got hit several times, but when I stopped my car, went over to him to try to see his tags, he bared his teeth at me. I had to ask the clerk to get security, and then I tried to herd your dog into a less trafficky area, and then, lo and behold, he jumped back into the open window of your car! Leave your fucking dog at home, you asshole, or at least insure that the window does not provide a means of egress to your snarling cur. Burn in hell, you shitty pet owner.
I irrationally hate it when people say “It’s all good.” Do you watch the news? It most certainly is NOT all good, and I resent you saying that it is. Give me a break. These same people end conversations by saying, “Lovin’ you!” or “Have an irie day!” Please never talk to me, you pseudo-hippy moron.
I’m sure I’ll be back to this thread if it continues to stay open. I feel much better now.
Everything? Good grief, we’d be here all day if he wanted to complain about EVERYTHING. 
I take it you’ve never had to serve people food and listen to them say the same damn things day in and day out, knowing that whatever you do to try and dissuade them, somebody will be along FIVE MINUTES LATER to do the same damn thing. If customers weren’t such dicks sometimes, we wouldn’t be so cranky.
Which brings me to my own food-related rant. 
I hate:
:People who put their change on the counter rather than into my hand. Oh, you’re doing it do save time? You know, the money doesn’t fly into the till by itself. Jerks.
:“One of those, one of those, one of those…” I CAN’T SEE WHAT YOU’RE POINTING AT, YOU STUPID FUCK! CAN YOU NOT SEE THE NON-TRANSPARENT TRAYS WE HAVE ON THE COUNTER?! I know that most of these people just want their sandwiches and don’t get that the glass fronts are there for the customers’ benefit, not ours, but I wish they’d have some frigging common sense.
:points at the shelf with the large and small sausage rolls “One sausage roll, please.” :dubious: :smack: :smack: :smack: :mad:
I know it’s pedantic as hell, but it drives me absolutely bonkers to see otherwise intelligent, articulate people use “damn” as an adverb or adjective, when it’s supposed to be “damned.” We’re not living in a blaxploitation flick, but you’d think so from the way people use “damn” instead of “damned.” From the most lowbrow (“get that damn dog out of here!”) to the most highbrow (“you damn dirty ape!”) elements of our culture, people almost exclusively use the incorrect “damn” instead of “damned.”
I think it’s a damned shame.
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I know it’s pedantic as hell, but it drives me absolutely bonkers to see otherwise intelligent, articulate people use “damn” as an adverb or adjective, when it’s supposed to be “damned.”
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How does this work with “goddamn” v. “goddamned”? If you were going to make a Holden Caulfield-esque statement like “he’s a goddamn moron,” would that be correct, or would you have to utter the awkward-sounding “he’s a goddamned moron”? 'Cause though your point about “damned” is well-taken, I think I have to stick with “goddamn.”
Hmm, should I take that as some sort of compliment? If these annoying things really are damned, then the men with pitchforks are certainly their sweet time doing their duty. And if I want to use ‘damn’ as an emphasising pre-modifier (is that right? It’s been a while since I took English), then I damn well will! 
Capri pants. Utterly ridiculous and idiotic-looking. They just scream “trailer park” to me. No one can wear them well, but the worst are 60-year-old women with varicose veins and cankles who, for some unfathomable reason, think we want to see their legs. My immediate, involuntary thought when I see a woman in capri pants is, “This chick doesn’t know what size pants to buy.”
Tattoos. I’m probably not winning any friends with this one, since more people seem to have them than not, but I think they’re ugly and trashy. Especially on an otherwise good-looking person. Why deface your body like that? Self-mutilation is not attractive.
**The name Caitlin/Caitlyn/Kaitlin or any permutation thereof. ** Sickeningly cutesy and trendy.
Seinfeld. Not funny in the least, and the characters are so obnoxious and repugnant they turn my stomach. Why this show was so popular for so long is beyond me.
Long hair on men. Makes me dearly wish to knock them out and have at 'em with clippers. You’re a man, dammit–look like one! Long hair is for girls!
Any advertisement that makes reference to taste buds. Gross. I don’t want to hear about taste buds. I don’t want to think about taste buds. You’ve just ensured that I will not be buying your product.
Jarrett (sp?), the SubWay guy. Or as Homer Simpson calls him, the guy who used to be fat, but now he’s just ugly.
I’m glad you love every aspect of your current job with such ardent fervor. You see, most of us normal people have any number of nitpicks about our workplaces that, while they are by no means prevalent enough or strong enough to affect our day-to-day performance, are still widely held among the industry and are perfectly valid to express from time to time. Furthermore, most of those people would interpret a thread like this, which essentially asks “What’s your beef?”, as an ideal place to express said complaints, while simultaneously expressing the intrinsic notion that it’s not that big of a deal.
Given that I’ve waited tables since the age of 17, was promoted to general manager of a popular local restaurant/bar at 19, and have maintained that capacity in multiple locations since, I would’ve thought I didn’t suck at my job. I also thought I enjoyed it most of the time. Interesting to find out otherwise; thanks for the info.
Now, where exactly is this perfect place that you work, and have absolutely no complaints? I’ll probably want to put in an application.
And Sutremain, that’s pretty much it in a nutshell. If I were going to complain about every aspect of my job that I mildly dislike, in addition to the things that are just plain ludicrous (none of which I mentioned earlier, just to clarify), then yeah, you’d be here all day. I’d expect no different results if everyone here were to do the same. I’m glad you seem to understand where I’m coming from. Servers around the world appreciate your sympathies