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People who insist on backing their cars into parking spots but don’t know how to do it right…grrr. So they end up sticking out all over the place and over dividing lines.
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Totally oblivious people at the library. At my library there’s a bar that you push liek a turnstile to get through. There’s signs all over the goddamn place saying - please be careful when you drop it, as it swings back kind of fast. It’s always old people. I saw one old woman drop it, and it smacked right back into a guy - the bar’s three feet off the ground. Guess where it hit. Then a month later I saw a woman drop it and it smacked a kid right in the head! And today I kind of anticipated that the old lady in front of me would just drop it - she’s already come to a complete halt in the middle of the aisle, and used the handicapped door even though a very nice man held the door open for her (I mean, she ignored him and went to another door). I dodged it, and then barely caught it before it smacked the lady behind me in the belly!
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Also people who take something out of its place, and then leave it wherever when they’re done using it. My coworker is really nice in many other ways but this habit annoys me. I am not your clean-up crew!
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On the interstate in merging traffic, people who leave the traffic lanes and cut into the merging lanes so they can pass traffic on the right just to get a few car lengths ahead. You’re not really going to get there any sooner.
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Being stuck at a loooong traffic light with some kid behind you with Super Maximum Mega Woofer turned up to 11 and there is no escape. I hate, hate, hate the booming bass mobiles. Can I not enjoy my commute in peace and relative quiet?
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People who request a song and then ignore you and continue talking while you’re playing their request. Why bother to request something at all if you’re not going to listen.
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Please don’t try to talk to me while I’m singing. Talk to me on break or between songs but not in the middle of a song. Trying to talk to the band while they’re performing is very rude.
What kind of idiot would put up signs all over the goddamn place warning people about it instead of just fixing the fucking problem to begin with?
People aren’t going to read the stupid signs. Nobody’s walking through the turnstile at the library wondering if they should be looking around for warning signs about turnstile rebound speed. If I got smacked by it, I wouldn’t blame the person in front of me, I’d blame the library for having a dangerous turnstile.
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Every time I put a CD into the drive on my home computer, it launches its own window asking me how I want to open it; Music Match Jukebox, which takes forever to load; and iTunes, all at the same time. Arrgh! Quit opening programs without me specifically telling you to open them!
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Me, for never thinking to correct this problem except when I am attempting to open a CD. And usually, once the CD is opened in the method of my choice, I’ve already closed the other programs and forgotten about the problem again. I am dumb.
I hate it when I send out a mass email and people respond to that email on other topics. For instance, about an hour ago I sent out an email saying the system would be down all day on Sunday so we could do some conversion work. One of my users responds to that email asking, “Hey, can you reset my password?”
I don’t know why this irks me so much, it just does.
Tasteless apples.
Why does GigantoMart bother selling Delicious apples? I hear tell once upon a time they actually were tasty, but since they’ve bred them to look bright red and ship well, they taste and have the consistency of mushy cardboard. Which is actually better than some of the other apples you sell.
Why the hell do you have to put little stickers on every one of the apples? I’ve got to peel each one off, then they stick to my fingers and I can’t just flip them into the trash. Just label the bin fer crying out loud.
And tomatoes. Don’t even get me started on tomatoes.
The reason for the stickers is that when you get to the checkstand the cashier probably isn’t familiar with all the different kinds of apples, tomatoes, peaches and other produce available, but she can punch in the 4 digit code from the sticker and the computer will know that you’re buying red deliciious apples.
And sometimes doesn’t even know what the produce is. My tiny rant: I’m at the self-checkout and am clearly thumbing through the produce code list, looking for the code for an artichoke. I can’t find it. I turn to the checker covering the four self-check stations, who has been watching me, hold the artichoke up and ask, “What is this?” meaning, what code is this item?
Her: “You’re buying something and you don’t know what it is?”
Me: “Of course I know what it is; I just need the code for it.”
Her: “Well, what is it?”
Me: “YOU don’t know what it is?”
Her: “No!”
Me: “It’s an artichoke.”
Her: “What’s an ‘artichoke’?”
Me, waving it at her: “THIS is an artichoke. What’s the code, please?”
Her: How do you spell ‘artichoke’?"
Me did NOT say: “Just look under “A”, after “apples” and yell out the code for any word you don’t know.” She’d probably have given me the code for asparagus.
:rolleyes:
Very minor rant, but I get peeved at anyone who dismisses the Nintendo Wii’s motion-sensing controller as a “gimmick” that will be abandoned any time soon. Sorry, but it’s already got too much untapped potential for that kind of nonsense.
If I tell you I’m going to be out of town until January, do not mail me a note on December 5 saying that I have an appointment on December 21 (which I just got TODAY, due to being out of town since December 2).
Hell, who schedules an appointment for someone without at least asking them if the time is okay first? You have my number, and it’s a cell, so you should have been able to get ahold of me. Call you nitwits.
School zones. Specifically, drivers who don’t know how to handle them. If they’re posted for 25 mph, you do not get extra Brownie points for slowing down to 15 mph. And once you pass the end of the school zone, you should get back up to the regular speed limit as quickly and safely as possible.
I highly recommend that you disable the autorun function entirely. In some cases, such as with the recent Sony rootkit case, it’ll subtly (and completely unknown to you, unless you’re actually watching for this kind of shit) install messed up software on your computer. Yargh!
There’s a neat guide on how (and why) to disable the autorun function in Windows, found here. If you can’t be arsed to follow the instructions manually, just download the file linked to at the bottom of the site. It’ll follow the instructions for you. (I won’t link to it here, being afraid of the PTB: but it’s clean, as far as I can tell. Worked great for me).
Just do a text search for the words “just right click this link and” it’ll be the words that’s hyperlinked 
People in the lane of the motorway who adjust their speed to stay right behind and to the [right] of you as you’re trying to slip on. Either coninue your speed and let me slip in behind you or hold back and give me room to slip on in front. Either way is fine, just give me the fucking room to get on.
Well, why not get familiar with the produce? Although in a family-type store, you don’t want to get too familiar.
Or have bags with code stickers available at each bin, so the cashier can scan the bag, and I don’t have to peel little stickers off every one of my apples.
Maybe in your town libraries are rich! My library’s poor and doesn’t have the money. I think people should open their fucking eyes and look around them. I always manage to lend it down gently.
Frickin’ frackin’ Wells Fargo.
I always paid them on their website using my debit card. After the beginning of the year, they won’t let me do that anymore, so I have to write out two checks each month and mail them.
My only other options are to open a checking account there (Uh, no) and transfer the money, or sign up for an auto-debit. I don’t want to do the auto debit because, although I have a budget for them each pay period, when I have extra money it all goes to Wells Fargo. So I’d end up having to send them checks anyway. Plus some months (like December) I can only do the minimum.
I also don’t get a paper bill, so I have to print it out now so that I can include the payment coupon with my check. I’ve been all the fuck over their website and can’t find a way to switch it back to a paper bill. (Which is minor, but still, annoying. And I’m not about to try to call customer “service” to try to explain this.)
Fuckers. No other company I use has done this. I pay AT&T like this, I pay BofA like this. I assume that Wells stopped offering this in hopes more people would be charged late fees when their checks didn’t “arrive” by the due date/due time.
Speaking of AT&T, what kind of credit card doesn’t offer balance transfers as a matter of course??? Since there are no balance transfer “offers” on my account, the only way to transfer a balance there is to use a convenience check. For a 3% fee and god knows what kind of APR. I actually said to the rep when I called about this, “But all I want to do is give YOU the balance! YOU get to make money on it instead of Wells Fargo!” But no.
Yes, disable autorun immediately. All manner of nasty stuff can be installed without your knowledge through autorun. Failing that, at the very least, hold down the shift key when you insert a CD or DVD. This will manually disable autorun for that disc.
Why is it so hard to find a damned legal secretary? Three years ago everyone was begging for jobs. Now we need to hire a couple of experienced legal secretaries at our law firm, and it’s us that’s going begging. One of our real property secretaries quit and the floater who was to take her place up and died (no kidding). I’m trying to work for about 10 attorneys on my own and we have yet to see a qualified applicant.
That goes double for an IT manager with experience in law firms. Our old one was fired about a month ago, and we’re still looking to replace him. We desperately need someone!
We’re DYING here. We’re a good place to work and we pay well - just what is our particular problem?!
You’re doing 55 on a clear stretch of freeway, nobody anywhere near you, and suddenly you’re dabbing your brakes about once every five seconds–why? Are you listening to imaginary music and have to tap your foot in time? Are there imaginary squirrels in front of you and they go away if you tap the brake pedal? Do you actually think you’re SUPPOSED to tap on the brakes if you accidentally get up to 56 mph–and don’t you think the same effect can be achieved more sensibly by backing off the gas pedal? You’re needlessly alerting me and breaking my concentration on my driving, because now I don’t know what the hell is up with you and I have to include any random crap you might do in my driving equation–you’ve proven you’re unstable and now I have to think about you and your goddamned blinking brake lights. Stop it!
And why in hell do you ALL tap the brakes whenever there’s something written on the highway advisory sign? If you can’t read fifteen words in a row without slamming on your brakes (thereby causing a fabulous fifty car pileup that the next batch of nimrods will be tapping brakes to on the highway advisory sign five miles back) you have a lot more to worry about than which lane is blocked ahead.
For all the rest of you I have some news–your brake pedal is NOT a magical inertia cancelling device! That’s correct, you do not instantly counteract all your forward momentum by dapping the stupid brake pedal, so if you don’t know by now which branch of the freeway you’re supposed to take braking will NOT help you–you are too close to take any other branch than the one you’re on, at least not safely you’re not. Accept the fact that you’re stupid and unobservant and can’t drive your way out of a moistened paper towelette, take the next fucking exit along and double back–this is your penalty for being a dumbass. I do not deserve to be made part of your penalty by being inadvertently involved in an accident as you suddenly get off those much beloved brakes and swerve over five lanes to ensure you get to Chuck E. Cheese that oh-so-important thirty seconds earlier.
Corollary to the last point–if you are speeding and just saw the cop with the laser gun–TOO LATE, fucknut, you are NICKED. It will not help you to slam on those brakes, and if you cause five cars behind you to swerve out of your way it’s a lead pipe cinch the cop who MIGHT have let you slide for speeding will now make sure to tag you for reckless driving and a possible DUI.
While we’re at it, allow me to point out that if you’ve been driving at an unsafe rate of speed and are now sliding–braking will NOT help you! Kindly remember Mario’s Law: It does no good to slam on the brakes when you are sliding on the roof. If you don’t know how to handle a skid, park that g-ride and take the bus until you can learn better or it’s not raining anymore. Since this is Portland, this means I’ll never have to deal with you again–see, win/win!
Brakes are great things and absolutely necessary to be sure, but the way most of you timbertools are using yours is absolutely retarded. Learn how to drive, fuckwits!
Here’s a Board-related one: The fact that you put a nitpick in fake code – “[nitpick] blah blah blah [/nitpick]” – doesn’t mean you’re not picking nits, with all the annoyance value that contains. Gratuitiously correcting someone else’s spelling, grammar, or other very minor mistakes doesn’t become any more attractive just because you’ve bracketed it with an cutesy fake-code “announcement” of what you’re doing. This is especially true if the entirety of your post is the nitpick, with nothing of substance added. If something merits correction, correct it; if it doesn’t, then let it go. Nitpicking is almost always annoying, and you get no extra credit by acknowledging that you’re being annoying as you do it.
And this isn’t directed at one particular poster; I’ve seen this like three times in the last few days.