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Clean the damn snow off of your brake and head lights at the very least; preferably off the entire car! If you can’t do that, then you should not be driving. I don’t care who’s dying, giving birth, or whatever. If it is so much of an emergency that you can’t take the time to take basic safety measures, call 911.
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If they are predicting snow, heavy rain, etc., give yourself extra time to get to work. It is one thing if you give yourself an extra 30 minutes and it takes 40 minutes. Yes, bosses know who are the ones who plan ahead, and who are the ones who don’t.
-Read signs. They’re there to help you. I promise. Also, when I catch you doing something you shouldn’t (which would have been avoided had you read the sign) your telling me “well, I don’t READ signs” does not make you look like a savvy, well-read individual–it makes you look like an idiot.
-When you are a chaperone and have ten rowdy 7-year-olds in your care, you are NOT here to stare idly at exhibits or stand off in a corner and gab with other teachers. You are here to watch the children. I can be an extra pair of eyes (and another stern authoritative voice), but I am NOT a babysitter.
-Closed means CLOSED. When we say “we’re closed,” the correct answer is NOT “okay, let’s look at _______ one more time.” The proper response is to LEAVE THE BUILDING. We have closing procedures to do, and we want to go home.
Yeah anyone that suddenly stops infront of me while walking be it in a mall or on the street gets pushed. Also we walk on the right hand side ppl its just like driving.
I’d say this is something you shouldn’t have to tell people, but no one seems to realize this - sidewalks and mall corridors are like roadways; walk on the right, pass on the left (adjust as necessary for your location). Just like you don’t suddenly slam on your brakes on the highway, you can’t just stop walking in a busy mall or veer suddenly across everyone else who’s walking. And if you’re coming out of a store into the mall foot traffic, you need to look for people who are walking in the mall corridor already.
I guess people need to be told this, but in Canada we walk and drive on the right; if you’re walking on the left on the sidewalk here and you’re walking towards me, I will stop and make you go around me rather than moving aside for you. I’m not doing the “you go this way and I go that way” dance when I’m the one on the right side.
If I’m wearing my headphones, this means I am listening to something and don’t want to be distracted. Getting pissy with me over it isn’t going to make me want to listen to you. Please leave me alone and find someone else to chat up.
Double points for being on an airplane. Book + Headphones = I do not want to speak with you.
*Bathe. Every day. This involves water, soap or body wash of some variety, and shampoo. Yes, people can tell if you don’t.
*Wear antiperspirant and/or deodorant if going out in public. Even if you claim that you’re a magical animal and never ever sweat, invest two dollars in a stick of non-scented deodorant. The worst that happens is people continue not to smell you.
*Wear fresh clothing. If your jeans or slacks look clean and don’t have a noticeable oder, fine, wear then a second time. Underwear and socks must be laundered after every wearing. Shirts that touch your body must be laundered after every wearing. Any clothing that you have sweated through, spilled something on, or is otherwise soiled must be washed (again: water and soap) before wearing it again.
*Cough into your elbow, not your hands. You don’t go around opening doors and using pens with the crook of your elbow.
*Wash your hands after blowing your nose, sneezing, or coughing into your hands (if you must). Wash your hands after using the bathroom. Wash your hands before you eat, and for this last one, yes, wash your hands with soap and water, antibacterial gel does not remove dirt.
*Do not start conversation with strangers in a ‘trapped’ situation, including elevators, airplanes and buses. Polite small talk is acceptable if your intended conversation partner is not obviously involved in something (reading, writing, listening to music). Do not expect conversation.
*If it is skintight, and you are not at that moment involved in a serious athletic endeavor, it is not appropriate clothing. If it is mostly see-through (fishnet, extremely thin fabric), it is not appropriate clothing. If it covers only enough to prevent being charged with public indecency, it’s legal, but unless you’re at a beach or swimming pool, it’s not appropriate. If someone can see something generally covered by typical undergarments, it is not appropriate.
*Interrupting people who are reading solely to ask them what they are reading is a morally reprehensible deed.
*Leggings are not pants. Leggings are meant to be worn under trousers, shorts, skirts, or dresses. They are not meant to be worn in place of any of the above.
*Being polite to people will more often get better results than being obnoxious.
Totally.
That happened once while I was at the gas station filling up my husband’s car (well, he was my boyfriend at the time). This guy kept his boomboom music blaring while he filled up, so I took his most obnoxiously country CD and blared it. The guy in the boomboom car got out, started looking around and flipped me off. I was almost done, so I screamed “howdy!” finished up and as soon as I was out of earshot of the gas station, I turned that obnoxiously twangy crap off.
I personally think adults shouldn’t have to be told to chew with their mouth closed. I don’t want to know what you’re eating. If I did, I’d ask. You don’t need to show me. And I sure as hell don’t want to hear it.
I always try to think of this when I come up behind a slow-moving vehicle. I used to get frustrated and ride their ass for a bit; until I considered this: What if that person were a grandparent or parent of mine and had been totally frightened at someone trailing them so closely? I could hardly stand it.
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For work attire, if you wear it to the club to look hawt, chances are very good it is not appropriate for work. Gettin’ your dance on/sex on clothes are not the same as work clothes - people shouldn’t have to be told that, but every so often I’m reminded that they do.
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You have to show up on time and ready to work for work for every shift. “Ready to work” means in appropriate clothes and not dead tired or hungover from partying all night (or still drunk). ETA: You have to call your supervisor and tell them you’re sick if you’re sick - just not showing up is never acceptable. Not going in any more isn’t an approved method for quitting, either.
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You have to do the stuff you’re assigned at work. That means you do the work, not talk on the phone or text to your friends all day. When you’re done the work, you ask a supervisor for more.
Also, if you have assigned work times (which I am both glad and sad I don’t have now), when you are to start work at X o’clock, it means start work at X o’clock. Not arrive at X o’clock, punch in, get coffee, have a cigarette, etc., and start working at X o’clock + 20 minutes.
Fair enough - I’ll concede to an “ask me about my shoe policy when entering my home” then.
At least in the United States, when you bump into someone, you should say “excuse me”. As this is the United States, and you were chatting with a friend in American-accented English, you really should know that when you back up into me - twice - while we are both waiting under the shelter for the bus, you should excuse yourself.
And, not manners, but why did someone recently have to ask me what the name of “that country in the Middle East where we have all of those troops? The one with Saddam”? Apparently Iraq is not mentioned in the news enough.
I’ll confess, I went through nearly twenty years of life without realizing this. I’m not sure why. Maybe the escalators aren’t very crowded round here. Maybe when they were crowded, the up and down lines were patently obvious, and it never occured to me that there might be a system involved. I do my best, but I haven’t trouble remembering until after I notice the line of impatient people behind me. Sorry. Stupid memory.
If there are no more empty seats on the bus, and there are a bunch of people standing in the aisleway, your bag does not get its own seat. You offer your seat to someone who’s standing, and put your bag on the floor. I’m continually blown away by how many people don’t realize this.
It’s that hard to remember walk on the right, pass on the left? Really?
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I should not have to tell my landlord that one of the expectations of a livable rental situation is a working, reliable furnace.
If you are trying to switch lanes/merge/turn onto the road I’m on, and I let you in, give me the fucking wave. You know the wave. Don’t pretend you don’t.
Quick twitch of the hand. Trust me, you won’t crash.
If your rear window is so darkly tinted that I can’t see the wave in daylight, it’s too fucking dark. You aren’t getting roadhead, so get that stupid midnight tint removed.
Meh. That sorta varies by work environment. Same as posting here from work. And sometimes, when I’m outside smoking and apparently not working to the casual observer, I’m actually deep in thought about something for work…how to respond to a discovery request, whether to accept a case, how to word a paragraph in a pleading, yadda yadda.