People who refuse to take medication and still complain about their symptoms drive me insane.
“Oh my nose is soo stuffed…oh my aching head…oh my allergies!” My husband drives me to the point of rage. The damn medicine cabinet is a freaking Walgreens. Got an ailment? I’ve got a cure. Headache? Here ya go! Nyquil, Dayquil, Comtrex, Vicks Vapo, all kinds of allergy stuff, pills, eye drops, it’s all right here. Mind you, most of this crap is for him - he’s also a scream sneezer and a throat clearer to the point the entire household wants to drop an anvil on his head. But does he take the remedies? No, he’ll sit there for hours, complaining endlessly. However, when reminded the medicine cabinet is but steps away, he says he hasn’t gotten bad enough to take anything. grrrr! Take the medication, that’s what why it was invented.
As Seinfieldy as it sounds, sidlers. These people drive me crazy. There’s a lady on my floor who is one. On top of that fact, she’s a mouth breather who hasn’t brushed her teeth in 30 years. Get. The. Fuck. Away.
Then there are those twats on the 2nd floor who are too lazy to climb a flight of stairs. They hold up all 3 elevators because they take smoke breaks in packs - now there’s a pleasant scent. They cluster in the lobby complaining for 5 minutes about how slow the elevators are and how late they are going to be getting back to their cubes. Hey dumbasses, the stairs are right fucking there.
Okay have one more. Long nails. Those oh so fake too long to do anything but stab you in the eye nails. I’m looking at you old receptionist. I cringe to think how she functioned in her everyday stuff, let alone work. She couldn’t type any faster than hunt and peck. She couldn’t answer the phone without hanging up on say 30% of the calls - opps my nail hit the release button. She couldn’t pick up files, peel lables, make notebooks, punch paper…you know, all those receptionist duties she was hired to do. And then she went and got those stupid dangly pieces of shit attached to her finger tips. WTF? A fucking shamrock? A flag? Oh dear God, a pumpkin?? We won’t discuss the fact that she was pushing 40, but for the love of chocolate did that shit make me want to pound her head in with the industrial size stapler. I had dreams of pulling her nails off. Great lady, but I couldn’t look at her hands without feeling my blood pressure rise.
I have a new one. The lady who sits next to me at work. I am lucky in that I sit at the back of one of the rooms by the conference room with NO ONE but one other person sitting near me. AND THAT PERSON HAS THE WORLD’S MOST ANNOYING CELL PHONE RINGTONE EVER. I’m about ready to turn the fucking thing off next time she goes to the bathroom (so that should be in another 15 minutes cause that’s how often she goes.) GRRRR - I’m having a bad day and it isn’t helping that her phone has rung maybe 15 times today.
If you are sleeping in my bed and you are snoring and I poke you to get you to roll off your back onto your side so that you’ll stop snoring, do NOT tell me, “I wasn’t snoring! I wasn’t even asleep!”
Do you think I poke you for the fun of it?
Are you calling me a liar?
Just roll over and quit snoring!
If you are my coworker and I ask you a simple yes or no question, please do us both the favor of answering yes or no. If I ask you, “Did they decide to go ahead with project X?” the correct response is yes. Or no. Or quite possibly I don’t know. It is not, "Well, I had a meeting with Joe Blow the other day and we were talking about the capital requirements for that project. He told me that he had to check down in Texas to see if they were going to go ahead with the installation for the Q project equipment and he didn’t know if they were going to free up the money for equipment Z. If we don’t get that equipment we’re going to have to check out this other raw material supplier and see if the other route works just as well. I did some preliminary calculations and in theory the chemistry should work out but I haven’t actually run the experiments yet because I’m waiting for reagent T to come in from the supplier. It’s either backordered or it got hung up in customs. Of course if we switch to that route we’re going to have to look at changing the solvent. . . " Just answer the damned question.
People eating irritates me.
Loud eating especially so. My parents are both guilty of this . It used to drive me crazy to sit between them when we were having soup, and hearing both of them go “WHOO” (breathing in as they put the soup in their mouths).
Now hearing ONE person doing this is bad enough, but to get it in stereo like that was enough to make me refuse to sit at the table with them when we were having soup.
People eating in public places irritate me. Not in restaurants and things like that of course, but someone who just pulls something to eat out of their pocket and starts munching away. Especially on the train/bus. And what really pisses me off is when they start eating a banana. I don’t mind bananas in general, but when it’s on the bus that smell just gets to me, making me want to do evil things to those insensitive banana-eaters.
Me too, that’s exactly, down to the one other person near a conference room, what I have to deal with. It drives me batshit crazy. The worst part is when I find myself SINGING ALONG with that insane little ringtone. I know it so well that I know how long it’s going to play so I sing the BEEP at the end as it goes to voicemail. I will now light myself on fire.
I love snow. I love snowstorms. I love shoveling snow. I especially like being out in the cold after the first big snow and shoveling–extra especially when the sun comes out and the birds start chirping. The golf course across the street looks like a wonderland. I am Zen in my world and happy as shit.
Until YOU, neighbor, crank up your smell, LOUD diesel snowblower and rip the silence to shreds, the air is now fouled with the engine’s stench, the birds have all flown away. Turn that nasty machine off, put out the cigarette and shovel some of that beer belly off. Grrrrr.