My five minute commute taking 20 minutes. I know, it barely qualifies as an annoyance when people are doing two hours each way, but it should be FIVE MINUTES, dammit.
Everyone else’s viruses.
My iPod is shuffling my playlists. What the hell? I put the songs in a particular order, in a particular playlist, for a reason. Stupid iPod.
Changing the clocks twice a year so we can do another week or two of driving right into the sun, just when we were past that.
Scraping my car windows every morning.
I’ll be back - I can’t think of the little things that are bugging me at the moment.
Just within the past week we seem to have come out of ice scraping hell. It’s so wonderful getting into the car in the morning and going without defrosting for 10 minutes (I’m lazy at 6:30am…).
My neighbors yapping dog at 5:00 am. The birds tweeting at 5:15 am. The sunlight streaming into my bedroom at 5:30 am.
Can you tell I’m a light sleeper?
I forgot to add the amazingly loud garbage truck at 6:00 am. Dude? I know you have a route to run, must we be first? And yes, I am posting this late because If I try to go to bed now I’ll end up waking up with the yapping dog or the tweeting damn birds.
What is that all about anyway? Do some people really feel the need to share that bad? Saying you have a headache is one thing but telling others about every medical condition you have is another.
I could do without snow. I am getting a little tired of it. Spring starts today but it sure does not look or feel like it.
Amen. The subway ride from the train station nearest my home to the train station nearest my office *should * be 12 minutes long. Trains are *supposed * to arrive every three to five minutes at rush hour. Ergo, my commute from the time I reach the platform to the time I get off the train should *not * regularly take 30 minutes.
I also could do without the stupid people who crowd the train, block the escalators, and mill aimlessly around the stations at rush hour, despite clearly not being in any sort of a rush.
Snow. Snow should stay in the mountains where they have some use for it.
High-waisted jeans. Who authorized the return of Mom jeans? My belly-button would like to lodge a formal complaint.
Allow me to add on to the commuter-related peeves.
I take a commuter train into Boston. Here are the annoyances I encounter on a daily basis:
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[li]The Massachusetts Bay Commuter Railroad does not consider a train late unless it is more than 15 minutes late. Therefore, the website will tell me that everything is on schedule, and I walk to the station, only to find that I’ll be standing out in the cold for up tp 14 minutes and 59 seconds.[/li][li]Here comes the train. Yippee! The people who board first, IMO, should just pick a car and enter it. None of this standing in the vestibule between cars, looking to the left, looking to the right…Should I? Shouldn’t I? Just move, damnit! There are people still waiting to board.[/li][li]Finally, we are in a car. And, by some miracle, there are 3-seaters that only have 2 people in them. Of course, these are 2 people who have decided that theior laptop or newspaper or lunch deserves its own seat, despite not having its own ticket.[/li][li]What the hell, I’m going to ask one of these people to move their precious cargo so I can sit. I look around for someone who is not pretending to be asleep. Evidently, though, I have asked for something more precious than a kidney, as there is much sighing and very s-l-o-w-l-y gathering of crap before they will stand, let me squeeze into the middle seat, and then sit back down.[/li][/ul]
Wankers, all. It’s gotten to the point where, if someone smiles and slides over for me without a fuss, I assume that they haven’t been riding the train for long enough to become bitter and jaded.
I could totally live without the landscapers at my apartment complex weed-whacking at 7:30 in the morning. They trim, they mow, they weed-eat, they torture me…all before 9 a.m.
I guess if I had a “real job” I would be awake, and perhaps even gone, by then.
But I pay my rent just like everybody else, and I go to bed around six or seven in the morning (I bartend) and why can’t they take care of this crap a couple of hours later?
They do it TWICE A WEEK. Rain or shine. Summer or winter. I don’t know any homeowner who mows their lawn more than once a week, even if it rained two days ago. We’re talking about tiny patches of grass…whose purpose is mainly to get shit on by dogs in neighboring apartments…why can’t this obnoxious sleep-thieving activity go on PAST eight in the morning? Does the landscaping company charge more if it’s past ten a.m.???
People telling me how gifted/cute their kids are(and by definition how wonderful THEY are because they brought those kids into the world)
Chavs
Travellers ,as in the U.K. definition of people who live and work in their vehicles,dont pay tax,steal from old people and treat the areas where they stop as public toilets and rubbish dumps .
Inverted snobs,who look on any intellectual pleasures from books to classical music as being a threat to themselves personally.
The 8:17 train is supposed to pull out of the station at 8:17. It usually doesn’t pull out of the station until 8:20, which then means that instead of getting to my destination at 8:56 which would give me 4 minutes to cross the street and be in the office they pull in at 9:00, making me at least 4 minutes late, depending on how the elevator is feeling that morning. Why not just take the train before the 8:17, you ask? Because that train is the 7:53 and it is local, so you can’t nap because it is stopping every quarter mile and it doesn’t get to my destination until 8:50. Basically it adds 40 minutes to my commute AND robs me of my 20 minute nap that I take on the 8:17. Stupid trains!
