It was from 5:30 to 7. Just an after work stopover before good tv. I wouldn’t expect people to miss good tv. 
Here’s the thing that really bugs me: I wanted to meet them because I am new in the area and need people to refer patients who I can’t see to. I also wanted them to meet me and refer to me, but it was clearly in their best interest to meet me as well!! Arrgh. Free food and booze and more business and you can’t even drag your ass here??? Lame, people, really lame.
I have one of those hideously painful inflamed tastebuds on my tongue RIGHT NOW. Ooooooooh does it hurt. Ow ow ow.
The sewn part of my socks (down by the toe) bunches up at the corners, so I have to re-adjust my shoes whenever it starts pressing up against the side of the shoe.
Et tu, sock manufacturers???
My flip-flop broke. And that pair was one of my favorites 
And, of course, it had to break at work, not at home where I can easily get another pair of shoes.
The word is pregnant - pregnant! If you say you are “prego” around me, I will smack you hard. In the face, of course - not going to hurt the sweet innocent.
(Luckily, I’ve never heard anyone say this in real life - only online. But it still annoys)
Susan
Something happened to me yesterday which I have always feared would happen to me one day. deep breath I stepped on a live cockroach with my bare foot! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa infinity!
He was on the shower ceiling when I came into the bathroom, so of course, I went for the poison, shot his ugly ass down, and sprayed him 67 more times. Then I went away for a decent interval to give him time to die. While I was gone, his throes of agony propelled him right over in front of the door, and that’s where he was, with his horrid little hairy legs waving, when I came back and crunch! I’ll hear that crunch in my nightmares for the rest of my life. Something that looked like rotten banana came out of him, screams and curses came out of me. And then when I finally got a grip on my hysteria and tried to clean the little bastard up…he wasn’t fucking dead! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Asshole drivers who lean on their horn.
Do you think that asshole in front of you doesn’t realize that he’s in your way? Isn’t it clear that he just doesn’t care? Is leaning on your horn really likely to make him move?
Fuckhead.
When I’m legally in a crosswalk with my four year old kid, don’t try to run over us. And if you witness me screaming abuse at somebody who tried to run over me and my four year old kid why we were legally in the crosswalk, don’t sit there with a moronic look on your face and point out to me that the “Don’t walk” light started flashing, AFTER THE IDIOT TRIED TO RUN OVER US, YOU MORON!
Thanks.
What’s your position on preggers? 
Although an ex-GF of mine actualy did say prego often, but only because she had a little rhyme when it came to birth control:
“Don’t prego my eggo!”
I’m siiiiiiick. :: sniffle ::
I want to be in bed and have my mommy bring me soup and instead I’m at work and my mommy is 2000 miles away and I don’t even have any soup at home.
Oh, something I meant to add this morning, though still applicable now:
Fuck you, random pain! Why I had to wake up today and find out I would be getting what I can only assume are muscle spams that last for about two seconds, but happen about every minute for ten minutes every hour (do the math on that one.) The worst part? Well…two things. One, the location. Does it HAVE to be my ass/groin area? Seriously, is there a more embarassing place to get random pain? And secondly, the fact that I am too much of a stubborn ass to get it looked at by a doctor. Hell, I’m in a hospital right now! I still won’t go to the ER, or even the clinic, which is designed for shit like this (non-emergency stuff)!
:mad: (for the pain)
:mad: :mad: (for me being stubborn)
I just got a zit on my nose.
I’m 29 years old.
SO not cool.
Ummm…I hate…um…I hate…um…morons, and stuff.
My first pit is the same as the OP’s. Except that the item I’m after is ONE (1) copy of the Zelda collector’s edition, which includes four of the classic Zeldas ported to Gamecube.
Some person has been bidding on, and winning, FISTFULS of this game. For what, I ask, do they want to corner the market on the damn thing? I just want one copy, not 10, to play on my new Gamecube.
Rapidly silvering hair, peri-menopause, (3 years without a period and now it’s back in all it’s glory, including cramps which put me in bed for at least one full day, usually two,) extreme hot flashes, and zits. All at the same time. NOT fucking fair!!!
I’m not entirely sure that leaning on one’s horn is intended to make them move. I’m pretty sure people do it intending to be irritating.
Restaurants that carry only pink lemonade instead of regular lemonade. Pink lemonade is too damn sweet!
EW, EW, EW!!! I so feel your pain. I would give 10 parties no one attended rather than step on a half-dead roach.
My BIL was mercilessly teased while my SIL was pregnant. He’s of Italian ancestry and at a party at their house one night, one of his buddies shouted out…
“HEY JOE! Is it true Italians love Prego?” 
NM Driver rant A) Beer or keys, asshole. You pick, but you don’t get both.
NM Driver rant B) Just because I’m on a bike doesn’t mean I don’t exist. I follow traffic laws. Therefore: If I pull up to a stopsign at an intersection first, then you do, I’m going to glance at you, make sure you’ve actually stopped, and then go, as I get the right of way. This is NOT your cue to try to run me over, dipstick.
NM Driver rant C) Seriously, you fucking jackasses, STOP DRIVING DRUNK.
The stupid financial aid office at my school fucked up and didn’t put me on the wait-list for a work-study job. They fixed it once I pointed out there error, once I realized it, but still: I could’ve been working for a few weeks now. Instead, I wasn’t. They fixed everything and I’ve already got a job, but still - it pisses me off that they didn’t.
Drunk people in the courtyard: Pleeaaaase go away. Chances are that, at midnight on a weeknight? I’m either studying or sleeping. Your racous laughter is A) distracting, and B) jealousy-inducing, because hanging out with friends is much more fun than translating Homer.
Homer: You silly blind poet, you. You did your own thing with grammar. You invented words, used them once, and then forgot they existed. You, sir, are a pain in the ass. You force me to have: One ‘intermediate level’ Greek-English dictionary, one dictionary of Homeric Greek, and one guide to Homeric grammar. A pain in the ass, I tell you!