Nimrodel, I love you dearly and I’m proud of you and your babies. But if you don’t STOP knocking your food bowl around all the damn time, I’m going to feed you to a cat. And if I catch you on top of the water bottle again, you’re going to learn to fly.
Luthien, you darling little girl, I know you’re frustrated because Nim won’t let you in the big cage. Please stop taking your frustration out on the little cage. Chewing it will not get you out. It will get you bopped.
Nimrodel’s babies, we cool. Stay cute and fluffy and I’ll have no reason to rant at you.
Popsicles that have so much dye in them that you can basically TASTE the damn stuff, and turns your whole mouth is bright insert obnoxious color for hours…I refuse to eat those damn things ever again…–()
The stupid people who think they own the air and everything it fills. I unfortunately have to deal with one of these daily. If she gives me that damn higher-than-thou look again, I swear I’ll slap it off her face…
People who are overly serious. For crying out loud, the world isn’t going to screech to a halt on it’s axis just because you had a little fun, okay? Keep in mind, I’m talking about the people who are always like this, not the ones having a bad day, week, etc.
Am also a bit miffed at the anti-climax of downloading a chat client and discovering that the only room with any [literate] people in is a game-bot room, the game bot being obsessed with “which fucking obscure nobody wrote a song fifty million years ago that no-one ever heard” type questions and date questions were the first clue is always the first digit of the date (1)
duh.
Am also a bit miffed at the anti-climax of downloading a chat client and discovering that the only room with any [literate] people in is a game-bot room, the game bot being obsessed with “which fucking obscure nobody wrote a song fifty million years ago that no-one ever heard” type questions and date questions were the first clue is always the first digit of the date (1)
duh.
Just thought I’d grab this post while it sits here sinking slowly through the treacle to add some bits to it…
when I go to a website I want to read what’s on the website. I don’t want to watch some stupid animation dump it’self ontop of what I almost started to read. popups I can get rid of ultra fast before the bastards manage to download fully, but these sods are within the page I want. getting rid of them means waiting for the ‘close’ button to appear (if there is one) or getting rid of the page I wanted.
bleh.
The asshat at the Hennipen County Service Center in Minneapolis who told me over the phone that I, as a recent move from another state, did not need my birth certificate to get a Minnesota driver’s license, as long as my out-of-state license was valid. Which I found out was false the day after I sent my birth certificate out with a passport application.
The idiot woman who sits near me in the office. She will only listen to her messages on speaker phone, and never writes the messages down so she listens to them many times over. She only dials on speaker phone as well, then picks up when they answer, and nine times out of ten she doesn’t know who she’s calling.
It must sound terribly unprofessional to the person who picks up the phone and then hears this woman (sometimes with food in her mouth!) say “uhhhh, can I speak toooo…uhh…” then say the name. Of course, if the name is remotely foreign, she can’t be bothered to try to figure it out before hand. So she’s trying to pronounce syllable by syllable and she never gets it right. She sounds like a freakin moron.
I’m embarrassed to have her representing the company I work for.
I hate parents who bring young children to a ‘non-child-oriented’ place where they KNOW they will be a long time, and yet don’t bother to bring anything along to amuse the child. Like a law office. Yes, you are paying about $600 dollars an hour for the lawyer and the legal aide and two secretaries and a notary during this closing. Whyever wouldn’t you want to be interrupted every 3 minutes by your bored out of his skull three year old? Sure, go ahead and play peekaboo with him for ten minutes. Why not change that reeking to heavens diaper while you’re at it? After all, that’ll only add, oh, $150 to your final bill. So much cheaper and easier than actually bringing along a toy, isn’t it?
The silly fellow customer who, when I was took my dear young Tala to the kennel today, started reaching out to pet my dog’s head before I could say that she was friendly, just because she looked in his direction.
“It’s OK,” says he, “I’ve never met a greyhound who wasn’t friendly.”
You know buddy, it would have been a really bad day for you, me, and my poor dog if your assumption had lead you to find your first greyhound who didn’t want a pat on the head from a complete stranger who stands there towering over her! As it is, Tala’s got a minor bacterial infection between two vertebrae – the result of a urinary tract infection and harmless to everyone except her, poor thing – so she’s in a small amount of pain and feeling more than a bit edgy and anti-social; if you’d touched her back carelessly, she might very well have given you a warning snap.
Furthermore, while I can understand your concern about her condition – I will confess, there are few things that look more suited to the knacker’s than an underweight, unhappy greyhound – and empathise with your concern for your own dogs, this is very annoying:
You: She can’t give that to my dogs can she?
Me (trying to fill out paperwork at the check-in desk while Tala attempts to tow me towards the Greenie display): No.
You: Are you sure?
Me (outwardly): Yes.
Me (inwardly): Are you deaf or just stupid? Was I somehow unclear? I SAID ‘no’! Don’t fucking ask if you’re not going to listen! And while it’s true that I don’t give a shit about you, I don’t appreciate the implication that I’d be ignorant enough or careless enough with the health of 30 or 40 innocent dogs – including the wards of the rescue group I adopted my grey from – to bring a contagious animal into their midst! The only way my dog is going to make your dogs sick is if they break out of their cages, tear her to bits, and eat the infected parts of her body, got it?! Now please stop leaning over me and go away; I can only stand so much of the teh stoopid.
I’m going to have to withdraw this one, as my passport just arrived today (a mere week and a half from when I applied for it). I was told to expect something like 5 weeks, so the wait for a new driver’s license is not nearly so long as I thought it would be.
I would like to pit all of the idiotic drivers I dealt with on Friday. Especially:
-the asshat who rode on my tail in 694-east (evidently because I was actually leaving some space between me and the semi ahead of me), then tried to pass in the 35W-south exit only lane (on my right), and then was amazed that the lane ended (evidently he missed the bright yellow “exit only signs”), then tried to merge back into my lane, even though he was dead-even with me instead of ahead or behind. All so he could take the very next exit (35W-north), which was the one I took, too
-the people who were too lazy to park Friday night, so they decided to double-park or park on the no-parking side of my (narrow street), creating a mini-slalom course as I was trying to find a parking spot. I wanted there to be a fire alarm in my neighborhood, just so I could see a firetruck slam into those lazy bastards’ cars.
Uh, I always thought the correct way to ride a bike on the street was to behave like a real vehicle. This means NOT riding through red lights, NOT coming up beside cars, etc.
But I know I’m in the minority in this belief. At least I am judging from the behavior of cyclists in my area.
Uh, there’s nothing incorrect about “lane-splitting” on a bicycle (in fact, according to the Police Officer at the Citizen’s Police Academy my husband and I attended a few months ago, there’s nothing wrong with CARS lane-splitting, so long as the lane is wide enough to accomodate 2 vehicles) – at least it’s legal where we live. It might be different in your community, but you’d be incorrect to chastise someone without knowing what’s legal in their jurisdiction. Also, we are allowed to make right turns on a red light (unless there’s a sign that says it’s not allowed at that particular intersection).
I would like to Pit doctors.
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[li]Doctors who leave their practices without bothering to leave forwarding information so their patients who’d prefer not to change doctors can find them. [/li][li]The damn doctor who FELL ASLEEP during my post-exam follow-up visit. [/li][li]The doctor who has no freaking contingency plan in his office for his partner to take over his cases if he’s out for a week for an emergency appendectomy. NO ONE is allowed to give me my test results but ONE doctor?? I’m the freaking patient – they’re MY results. You’re just fucking lucky I had EXACTLY enough medication to last me until the day you were due to return, so I didn’t have to go without my meds for a week while your office staff jerked off over my file that I wasn’t allowed to know what was in it. [/li][li]And to the same doctor who refused to discuss diet and nutrition with regard to my condition, poo-pooing any questions or concerns I had about things I’d read I was supposed to be taking or wasn’t supposed to be eating. Good health is not ALL about drugs and hormones, asshole![/li]To the doctor I want to see who REFUSES TO TAKE ANY INSRUANCE. Fucker! Sure, I got POS coverage so I had the option to choose “out-of-network” physicians, understanding I’d have to cover my $750 annual deductible and a 30% co-pay. But you’re not merely “out-of-network”, you’re out of your MIND! I’m not paying you $250 for an OFFICE VISIT. Yes, an OFFICE VISIT. Not blood work, not ultra-sounds, not lab fees – just a bloody, freaking OFFICE VISIT. [/ul] I HATE DOCTORS!
Pedestrians who decide to walk (or job) three abreast on the road in the oncoming lane, and who refuse to get out of the way for me on my bicycle. GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY.
And on a related note, to the homeowners in my area: I realize that the city is supposed to eventually pick up those piles of brush clippings and fallen branches. But in the meantime, could you please NOT leave giant four-foot piles of mulch in the road? There’s one pile of nature’s dead plant offal that’s been blocking half…half…of the westbound lane on my morning commute for over a month.
These are the things that make me wish my imaginary bazooka fired real rockets.
I can’t stand people who sit through an entire, detailed presentation on topic X, then when it is time for questions, they ask a question that was CLEARLY answered in the presentation. Were you idiots paying attention at all??
Then this is usually followed up by the guy who asks the same question that someone else ALREADY asked, but changes one word. Listen the first time asshole. Or if you were listening, no one cares that you were paying attention and can repeat questions and comments that others have already made.
As a librarian, I would like to apologize on behalf of my species.
Sorry, fessie, at the circulation desk, we are supposed to know where the Shark shit is. Research shows patrons are more comfortable with the check-out people they see every day than with the dark and brooding reference librarians that actually exist to help folks with research. Its the white, middle-class parents who pay the taxes and give donations to keep our libraries alive.
Charging for a book put on reserve and not picked up is evil and wrong. Books not picked up should simply be bumped to the next person on the list.
Professors…blergh.
Of course, I’m chronically late returning books. I currently owe $20 to the Fairfax County Public Library. Even in grad school, I had $10 fines on books I was allowed to keep out for three months. This is why I got my Masters in Library Science. To fix my fucking fines!
Um, no rants, though… Except the Mexican food at lunch made me a little gassy.
The rat bastards that tried to fax to my home phone number 5 times starting at 7 am this morning.
I got up from my bed five times to hear screeching in my ear. I kept getting up hoping it was a human and I could explain their error - not a fax line but my home phone. Not everyone is on your schedule. Don’t do it again or I swear I’ll find you.
Bicyclists that ride on the street during rush hour.
Bicyclists that want to be considered a vehicle in some situations and not a vehicle on other situations. {I’m entitled to a lane - I’m a VEHICLE ---- Ahhh a red light coming up, I’ll just go by all these cars and go up to the light – I’m now past the light and deserve a lane damnit! I’m a vehicle!} etc.