If the lamp is too large and/or bright and you don’t/can’t/won’t simply disconnect it, put a bit of tape (any opaque) over it.
If you want a light, put a hole in the tape.
Then find something else to hate.
If you must hate a thing.
Why do people let things bother them? If it bothers you and is within your control, why do you have it?
If it is not within your control (traffic lights et al), get over it - life is too short!
I guess you’re right. A double fanny pack at that.
the 2000’ rolls of plastic wrap in the restaurant industry.
someone in the front of house always tears it so it gets stuck and i have to fight the damn thing to fix it.
Clamshell packaging. You know, the really tough plastic kind with no obvious “open here” tabs that requires an X-acto knife and industrial work gloves in order to open without your hands getting slashed to ribbons. Whoever invented this should be imprisoned.
One-ply toilet paper. Having to use twice as much because it’s so flimsy and thin you might as well be wiping your butt with your bare hand kind of defeats the purpose. I hate this stuff.
low flow toilets.
Overhead projectors. Nothing wrong with their function, but they are always big, blocky things on big, blocky carts and IN MY WAY.
Maybe it’s just so ashamed of itself, it’s trying to commit suicide. I would if I realized I unententionally spread dog vomit all over the house. :eek:
Ditto. Might post a GQ on the legal status of those.
Air fresheners.
Plug in, tube, spray, doesn’t matter.
They all stink worse that what they are supposed to be covering up.
They give me a headache and make me queasy.
Pillowcases, blanket covers and “fitted” sheets.
Used kitchen sponges.
Locks and keys.
Those bullshit fake “pockets” they put on women’s pants sometimes that don’t actually lead into pouches. Why are those even legal? You know the potential buyer wants a pocket, you want the pants to look like they have pockets, but you don’t want to actually put a goddamn pocket in there? Fuck you. I never remember to check for these until after I’ve already bought the pants. 
Sock monkeys.
[sub]why’d it have to be sock monkeys[/sub]
I tried the black electrical tape, but it gets pretty hot around the light, so the adhesive melted onto the top of the humidifier. I’ll take a Sharpie to it tonight, though.
But it’s so much more satisfying to hate inanimate objects than, say, injustice in the world. In my case, if I get really pissed off about the humidifier, I can throw it away or donate it to Goodwill (assuming there aren’t wires sticking out from where I tried to take vengeance on the light, which is very firmly imbedded at the top of the heating element) and I’m out fifteen bucks. If I didn’t spend time complaining about this, I’d just end up thinking about something else, like the problem of long-term housing for my elderly father-in-law and the impossibility of finding a solution that will make everyone happy. Humidifier it is!
On pants is bad enough, but on a jacket, I get stabby. It’s a coat! I should be able to put things in it! Or they’ll be basted shut and you go through the trouble of opening them and it’s a little chiclet pocket.
Printers.
My old cellphone I hated enough that I saved it to destroy it with a hammer once I got my new one.
Women’s pants, jackets, or skirts that lack pockets altogether. I do NOT always want to have to juggle a purse, TYVM.
Self-snarling yarn/thread.
Remote controls, keys, etc., that like to hide from me.
Living hinges - that is, hinges (usually) made of a single piece of creased plastic that bends, rather than two parts that swivel on a pin/axis.
Although they’re supposedly designed to flex many more times than would be required during the lifetime of whatever object they belong to, in practice, they often just split or snap.
The other day, I bought a jar of Horlicks which had a lid fitted with a living hinge, which broke the second time the lid was opened - now I’ve got a full jar with a lid that just falls off - and I didn’t even need a damn hinged lid in any case - a conventional screw-top jar would have been just fine.
Amen, brother! [sister?]
Once upon a time we had to move from our old offices to a new space. The new space was ok, but in renovating the building, the landlord had put in low-flow toilets on top of old-school, high-flow pipes. Because of regulations, or something, he couldn’t swap out the toilets. After a few weeks of cussing, plunging, and double flushing we ended up *smuggling *in high-flow toilets from out of state, because you can’t buy them in California anymore.
Power cords on electronics. It’s 2013, why do we still have cords that tangle as soon as you look at them funny?
I also hate all the shelves in the closets in this house. Nothing ever stays on the damn things which are too narrow.
… and used for medical experiments.
I second the check engine light mentioned upthread also. Damn thing can mean anything from ‘the gas cap is loose’ to ‘you are about to drop a lot of cash at the dealership!’ and you can’t tell the difference. Why not flash the error code instead?
My computer speakers. They are CONSTANTLY picking up interference.
I have to put my phone into airplane mode when I charge it at night or else they made a God awful sound. And they often pick up some random radio station.
They’re cheapish speakers, but a decent brand (Logitech,) so you’d think they would have gone through the trouble of putting on $0.10 ferrite cores on the wires, but nope. In theory, I can go out and just buy a couple and put them on myself, but effort.
Lack of pockets are definitely high up on my list. Unfair that most things I own have no pockets.
romansperson, take your car to an advance auto parts. They have a machine there they can plug into your car. Then, they don’t just get a “check engine light” but they actually can give you an error code. Then you go home and google the error code.
I used to do this with my old car. My advance auto parts was so nice, I ended up giving them all my business for incidentals.
(Now my new car has all specific codes. a few months ago it told my my tire pressure was low. In the winter, it’s been flashing the anti-lock brakes whenever they go into affect. When the oil is low it will tell me. I love my car.)