My idiot dog yapping her head off if somebody two blocks over so much as breathes wrong, and people calling us every five minutes.
is just a tiny bit cranky about being woken up early
(Oh, and war, famine, poverty, disease, nuclear weapons and all that stuff. But clearly these are the most important.)
There’s another one - people who live places where they don’t get winter. 
Especially this time of year, when winter just doesn’t want to quit. No leaves on the trees, nothing growing in the garden, brown grass. And on the days when it is warm and some snow does melt, it just shows the last four or five months’ worth of litter and crap that was trapped in the snow all winter. Gah, it looks bleak and ugly out there.
(Yeah, I know. We’re in Alberta. Real spring weather will come about the middle of next month and last 20 minutes, then it will be summer. Must … be … patient…)
That’s a deal! I have a method for dealing with those people.
Ah, I’m feeling gassy already. But she’s still here! What’s your method, by the way? Mine has been to never make eye contact and respond only in grunts.
School and playground zones. At least, make the times less arbitrary - playground zones end an hour after sunset, school zones go when school is in session. I don’t happen to always know when the sun sets, and I don’t know when school is in session - some time from fall to summer, as far as I know.
I can also live without the minivans tailgating me through the school and playground zones relentlessly. I’m driving slowly for YOUR KIDS, not because I like driving 30 kph.
The back gate buzzer.
The headache I have from it.
Having to take the bus everywhere and corollary having to rearrange my whole morning routine every time they decide to change the schedule without warning (except for the bi-annual spring and fall changing of the schedule… which happens just before Christmas and somewhere at the end of September).
Having to wait a year to take the driving test (just over two months left…)
Yoohoo! ::waves happily::
Don’t you have a psycho face?
Agreed. It seems to be a poorly thought-out rule, at least as far north as we are in Calgary. It essentially means that in late June, you don’t get to speed up in the playground zones until 11:30 p.m. or so, but in late December, you can roar through them as early as 5:00 p.m. Neither the smartest nor the easiest rule to figure out, IMHO.
I could live without ever hearing again the mindless childcare-babble between two women who sit near me at work. For about 45 minutes every morning, it’s:
*What Suzy ate for breakfast
*What shoes Suzy wore to school
*What Suzy’s homework was
*What Suzy said on the way to school
*What television show Suzy watched this morning
*If Suzy still believes in the Easter bunny
*If Suzy’s Grandma thinks Suzy should still believe in the Easter bunny
*Suzy needs new socks from Target
*Suzy got a peanut butter sandwich in her lunch today
*Should Suzy sell wrapping paper at school
*Why Suzy should go to Christian summer camp
*What Suzy’s favorite cartoon is
. . . etc., etc. until I am ready to hire a hitman on Suzy so that I DON’T HAVE TO HEAR ABOUT THE LITTLE MONSTER ANYMORE!!!
Well, the MBTA doesn’t consider “no subway service between Oak Grove and Haymarket due to construction” worthy of a service alert either, so color me unsurprised. I’ve often said that the MBTA’s ads should have the tagline “We’re the T. Shrug What else ya gonna do?”
And oh, they do the same damned thing on the subway. It’s ridiculous. Every morning I want to yell “People, I *promise * you that this doesn’t need to be as hard as you make it. Pick a direction, and then move like you mean it. Commit, folks!!!”
People tailgating and honking at me on the interstate because the guy in front of me is going too slow. Why the hell can’t you just go around both of us? I’m not in a race with you, so I feel no need to cut you off if you switch lanes, but I have no control over the guy in front of me; thus, driving up my ass and getting mad at me is pointless (though watching you get more and more pissed is fun).
My husband procrastinating or focusing on tangential tasks before guests show up. Yes, the leaves need to be raked, but it just rained and my mom’s going to show up tomorrow. Please don’t make plans to rake the lawn now and just help me clean the damn living room instead. You can rake to your heart’s content this weekend. Just not now, please.
People who ask you how they can help then complain when you give them a task.
dirty dishes
I’m wearing a shell and sandals today. I think I’ve worn my winter coat five times this year.
And no, I have no idea where my gloves are.
The news. Here’s what we hear about in this neck of the woods;
Kwame Kilpatrick
gas prices, and how they will keep going higher
the foreclosure rates, bankruptcy rates, and unemployment rates
the latest winter storm warning
what Britney is doing now
the war, and Osama’s latest threats
…and so on. Not just occasionally, but every damn day, over and over again. I get it already. We have a local mayor that is in deep trouble. People are getting laid off and it’s getting worse. It costs a LOT to heat our homes and put gas in the car. Sub-prime mortgages are causing many in Michigan to lose their homes and walk away with nothing. Guess what Britney is doing RIGHT NOW? By the way, it’s going to snow again… don’t have a heart attack when you shovel it, and keep warm, but make sure you turn the heat down to save what little money you have.
We try not to watch the news at all anymore because it’s just the same recycled crap over and over again. Sometimes my husband will turn it on to catch the weather forecast, or the sports. Other than that it’s the same things, over and over again.
“The B Line: Marginally faster than walking.”
Oh, come on. People get onto the trolley very decisively. Of course, that’s only when I’m trying to get off.
To keep with a T theme, I can do without the whole Charlie Card system. My weekly commute went from $6.25 to $17.00. There’s never a value machine where I need one. More than once I tried adding value on the trolley, and instead it spit out a Charlie ticket. But worst of all is when I tap my card, the machine doesn’t read it, and the driver makes some dumbass snarky comment about how I’m trying to cheat the system.
Yes, but since I’ve been thinking of killing her since the day we met, she probably just thinks I always look like that. 
I could really live without the fuzzy, floaty feeling I’ve got in my head right now, courtesy of Teh Sick.
I could also live without idiot coworkers, having to travel 2hrs each way to work to the suburban campus when there’s a perfectly good head office 20 mins from home, and the neverending winter we seem to be having this year.
That about covers it… for now.
Best user name/post combo I’ve seen in a while.