I vacuum the carpets, the cats decide it’s time to have an all out war, tuffs of ginger, black and white hair all over the just vacuumed carpets. Sometimes I hate my pets.
I hate the spelling of michael. i don’t know why, i just hate the a and the e at the end. I hate typing it and i have having to spell it. I just plain hate it. :mad:
I hate people that think Deaf people are stupid just because they can’t hear. I’ve met some Deaf people who are way more interesting and smart than most hearing people I know. Deaf people are not stupid, they are not mutes and they are not Deaf and Dumb anymore. That was an old term used back when dumb meant not being able to talk, not being stupid. Oh yea, and they CAN drive! What’s the difference between a Deaf person driving and a hearing person with their radio up so loud that you can hear them coming a mile away? Or a hearing person talking on a cell phone?? I think some Deaf people are better drivers because they have better vision and they dont have all the noise distractions.
Thats my RL name. 
Though I prefer “Mike”. Funny thing I was named after my grandfather. Funny because his name was Oliver, but everyone called him “Uncle Mike”. i never found out why…no one in my family ever had an explanation for that.
People who say “can you loan me five bucks?” when they really mean “can I have five bucks?”
This was mine. I don’t give a flying fuck about Brad and Angelina or their goddamn baby. Or the life of ANY other celebrity.
The part that really pisses me off is that some people do, which is why this shit perpetuates to begin with.
I’m sorry, let me clarify: I hate the SPELLING of Michael, I do not hate people WITH the name Michael. That reminds me of something else that bothers me: Nicknames that have nothing to do with the name! Like why are people with the name Richard called Dick? Or William called Bill? It doesn’t make sense to me.
Despite being a guy, my inner reality-respecter makes me grind my teeth every time a Maybelline ad comes on.
“Maybe she was born with it, maybe it’s Maybelline…”
Ummm, that’s Adriana Lima / Christy Turlington / Josie Maran / whoever. They were DEFINITELY born with it. They’d still look just fine wearing wal-mart own-brand makeup, so SHUT UP AND GET OFF MY TV!!!
I hate Clippy the Microsoft paper clip.
When I’m helping trainees log on to their computers for the first time, the first thing I do is have them open Word and kill Clippy. Otherwise they get to hear me yell, “Get rid of Clippy, I FUCKING HATE CLIPPY, MAKE HIM GO AWAY!” every time they open a document and the little bastard pops up.
I also hate it when people tell me their taxes pay my salary. Um, so do mine. And so do my boss’s. And we’re trained to do this job. What was your point again?
If you are standing gawking at the stock like a retarded monkey attempting to decide between the purple whatchamathing, “'cause it matches my shag carpet”, or the orange thingamajiggie, “'cause it reminds me of Jesus and that makes me smile”, it is not your turn! Take your fucking cart out of the middle of the aisle, move 2 steps back to give people room and take all the time you need to make up your (what I will generously call a) mind. This way you can still peruse the merchandise and I can get on with my day without having to wait for you to make up your mind or the heat death of the universe, whichever comes first.
And I love dogs, but I can never eat a whole one.
I hate cats.
I also hate people that move to my hometown just because wherever they are from sucks.
Big Brother and Eastenders and Coronation Street and Holyoaks and all the rest of the mind numbing fucking soaps and reality shows that infest TV.
Fuck 'em all
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I hate cats.
Now you just made baby Jesus cry…I hope you’re happy
I think I add this to every rant thread I contribute to, so here goes. Right now I work as a manager at a retail store. If you are shopping some evening and it it 8:45, and the store colses at 9:00, please don’t make a mess. The employees of a retail clothing store need to have everything straightened up before they go home for the night. I can’t tell you how many times people come in just before close ‘just looking’.
Dear retail store customer,
Picture this. It’s 8:30 pm on a Thursday night. You come wandering in and decide to try some clothes on. You proceed to try on multiple outfits. You buy two sale shirts for $9.99 each, and ask me to call three other stores to check and see if they have sizes for you. In the process of looking for some more cute things to try on, you look through all of the store, pulling many items out of the display racks to look at them. You may ask the associate helping you to take items off of a mannequin for you to try on.
I’m up at the register, getting the paperwork together for the evening. A sales associate is straightening the store, or trying to. Did you notice her? Good. She’s the one that has to clean up after you. We both have to stay as late as it takes to have everything ready for the next day’s business. When you finally stroll out of the store at 9:05 (or 9:10, or 9:15, and so on), have you noticed anything? Have you noticed that I have locked the door, turned the music off, and asked you if you are all set? Sometimes I have to approach you and tell you that we are now closed and it’s time to check out. Do you feel competely justified in being irritated with me, when you are the one being rude?
This happens often. What is it about closing time that brings people in? It’s not as if they have an urgent need for anything. You may be bored, lonely, or looking to kill time because you are meeting someone - that’s great. Just remember to open your eyes and realize that the employees at a retail store would like to go home at their scheduled time. When you make a mess at the end of the day, that’s rude.
You wouldn’t happen to be the person at my work that insists on spelling Michael as Micheal in spite of the fact that the client clearly spelled it Michael on the info form? Staff picking and choosing what info to enter in the computer is annoying. The client gave us 3 phone numbers, enter them all in the appropriate sections. Mr. John Smith gave his middle initial as “Z” enter it, dammit! Don’t change the spelling of their names when they have printed it clearly.
I join Lobsang in the too close queuer hate. The other day I was at the bank and noticed the stench of cigarettes and too much perfume. I tried to move away and the offender just moved closer. I had to breathe through my hand so I wouldn’t have an asthma attack.
Which adds another complaint, extra perfume/cologne does not hide the fact that you have been smoking. Stop it!
I’m absolutely convinced that there are people who don’t even know that the left lane is for fast traffic.
On a related note, people who pass you, get ahead of you, and then slow down so much that you have to pass them. You’re only supposed to pass me if you intend to drive faster than me- otherwise there’s no real reason is there? :dubious:
Check-out clerks in stores who never once speak to you during the entire transaction. Bonus hate if they’re carrying on a conversation with another person at the time and extra bonus if that conversation is on a cell phone.
People who seem to think they don’t smoke cigarettes when the accurate version is they don’t buy cigarettes- they just always mooch them (and the damned cancer sticks are getting too expensive to give many of them away).
Waitresses who call me ‘hon’, ‘sugar’, ‘honey’, or anything remotely like. Since they don’t know my name is Jon I’ll settle for ‘Sir’ or just a simple ‘Hey how are you?/What would you like’ without an endearment.
While it may not only sound classist but also seem to contradict the above, it’s really not meant to be, but just a matter of etiquette: I can’t stand being called by my first name by bank tellers/store clerks reading my debit card/ or other super-casual transactions with people who have access to my name. If you ask “Can I call you Jon?” then my answer will be yes everytime [until such time as I have earned ‘Your Grace’ or ‘Lord’]= I’ll probably even invite you to do so if you see me enough- but til then ‘Mr. Sampiro’ is more professional.
People who come into restaurants with kids who proceed to make a mess, and then leave the mess for the restaurant staff to clean up. The restaurant folk’s responsibility is to bus the table, not to clean up the 8 pounds of ground up crackers and the spaghetti noodles and torn up paper and spilled juice from the floor. (Bonus hatred if the kid is 16 or over.)
Students who bitch about any assignment that is less than 10 pages (and that typed and double-spaced and including title page and works-cited). Not to sound like a geriatric flatulence, but “when I was your age” (and that really wasn’t that long ago- just one Bush ago in fact) we really and truly did have to write LONGER papers WITHOUT COMPUTERS OR WORD PROCESSORS to correct errors, auto-space the pages, and do our citations for us (you lazy whinin’ byotch).
Entering my account number/SSN/PIN/penis-length-in-centimeters-and-in-inches/DOB, etc., into an automated call center, only to get to a live person who then proceeds to ask for my account number/SSN/PIN/penis-length-in-centimeters-and-in-inches/DOB.
Neighbors that drop in to visit completely unannounced, and bring their two year old around whom the entire fucking universe revolves.
Dusting. You clear off shelves, bookcases, dust the whole place, put it all back, and inside of 19 minutes everything is covered in dust again.
Anyone that makes a Very Big Point of announcing the obvious: “Hey! You’re wearing that red sweatshirt today!!!” “Wow! Look at that, is that the extra large coffee??” All spoken loudly with great glee.
i’m fine with “not making a mess”.
From the customer’s perspective, though, there are too many stores where the employees think it’s their god-given right to streak out of the place at or just after closing time, no matter what the posted store hours are, which includes “encouraging” customers to finish up their nasty shopping chores early (or locking the doors before the store officially is supposed to close).
My favorite recent example was the restaurant where we came in for dinner at 7:30 and closing time was 9. A staffer starting vacuuming the carpet in our area at 7:50 (and no, there was no mess that had to be cleaned up - she was just making sure she had her cleanup chores done well in advance).
If workers are annoyed not being paid to do cleanup and other stuff after the magic closing hour, their beef is with management.
If the store is open until 5:30pm, fine- obviously most people can’t even get there until 5:20 at the earliest.
If the store is open until nine o’ clock at night, you better have your shit at the register by 9:15 or you’re just a dick.
And don’t feel you have to buy something just because you kept us open an extra half-hour. If you want it, buy it. Otherwise, we’re just as happy not to have to redo the sales measurables for the day after you leave.
Er… not that I work in retail anymore, but still- fuck all the people who *used * to piss me off.
I’m about to get pitted for admitting this, but here goes
I hate composing business correspondence / emails with someone standing directly over my shoulder reading what I’m typing.
If I notice it, I’d stop, turn around and stare at them. Then I’d ask if I could help them. If they said no and continued to stand there, staring at my screen, I’d ask if they had some work that they needed to do. If they said no, then I’d ask if they’d like me to assign them some work to do.
‘fuck-off you nosy prick’ being a frowned-upon phrase in the workplace.
“Oh, look at you, sitting by yourself, reading a book. I bet you want company! What book are you reading? Really? What kind of book is that? Wow, I don’t like that type of book. Have you ever read anything by [insert random author, usually seen on Oprah]? NO? REALLY? You should, her books are awesome. The last one I kinda read while waiting in line at Target had the characters and WHACK why did you hit me with your book? I thought you wanted to talk! I mean you were just sitting here doing nothing and WHACK Okay, you’re reading. But wouldn’t you rather talk to me WHACK”
No, no I wouldn’t.
DO NOT…GET NEAR…MY EAR!!!
That is all.