Being forced to be patient with people who didn’t grow up around computers or any type of electronic equipment when they can’t perform simple tasks such as scanning a file or rewinding a tape. Casettes aren’t exactly that new or complicated.
Oh, and I yell at people when they touch my tummy or pull my hair.
People sloshing too much water on the floor when they mop. You are wiping the floor down, not soaking it! This is particularly obnoxious in winter, because every spot where water was left to dry then turns into a nasty little salt crust and I have to mop it again. Argh.
A boss who will say “I need this Thursday morning,” then come by every 15 minutes on Wednesday saying “Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Is it done yet?” He does so little work that the whole process can seem rather unfamiliar and frightening to the poor dear.
Getting reminded of the same thing by three different people (TPS reports).
Watching TV with someone who is obsessive over controlling the volume. There are at least a dozen movies I’ve turned off or walked out on halfway through because the moment the action picks up my wife either tells me to turn the sound down or grabs the remote to turn it down herself (by which point the action has usually subsided and I can now no longer hear what anyone is saying). We live in a condo that’s essentially a stack of concrete bunkers: our neighbors on both sides have multiple young kids, yet I never heard a single peep coming through either wall. But still my wife is paranoid over making any kind of noise that might bother the neighbors, even mid-afternoon on a Saturday.
Being volunteered to help someone with something without asking me first. Among those I know I’m considered to be the workhorse, so I’m usually enlisted to help move, clean, etc.
I don’t mind helping when I volunteer.
People walking behind me.
Doubly so if I move off to one side and slow down in order to give them a chance to go around me and they move behind me instead of going around. DON’T FUCKING DO THAT!!!
(And yes, walking around a city can drive me bonkers some days if people don’t respect my arbitrary “personal space” limits. Hopefully if I can get some medication this will stop being so much of an issue)
Misplaced apostrophe’s. <—(JOKE!)
But no, really, especially the one for its/it’s. Apostrophe in the contraction, no apostrophe in the possessive case. It seems so simple. How can so very many people not remember it?
People who walk slowly in peak hour walkways. I’m talking about those people who, at 8am stroll four abreast through major pedestrian thoroughfares, gossiping, not noticing that they have hundreds of people directly behind them trying to get around them… gah. now I’m all het up ! 
Sorry for the double post; I missed the time limit for editing cos I type with two fingers –
Sierra Indigo, I don’t think you need medication for that. As far as I’m concerned it’s perfectly normal to get bent about that kind of thing. Maybe it’s just the mean streets where I live, but around here it is clearly aggressive behaviour. That, and someone crossing the street towards me diagonally in a path intended to intersect my trajectory. That is aggressive, and it makes me really mad. Either they’re intentionally trying to intimidate me, or else they think I’m so dumb that I won’t notice them on an interrupt course coming straight towards me. Even if they only want to ask me for a cigarette, it’s rude & disrespectful.
I have a doorbell, it’s a very nice doorbell and has a most pleasing ringtone.
My friend Philip can’t seem to see it, instead he knocks, shave and a haircut 2 bits style.
It annoys me sooooo fucking much
One day I shall kill him
The walking behind me thing is a symptom of a larger issue, however. It’s definitely not aggressive behaviour when it happens to me, it literally is just people walking in the city being closer than I like them to be. And usually if the person in front of you steps to the side around here, you step off too to avoid something nasty on the path or to avoid someone who’s oncoming.
My particular issue is anxiety, and when I’m having a “mood” my personal space radius increases to about ten metres - which is just not feasible when one is walking through the middle of town. So hopefully if I get the medication I’m after to get my anxiety under control, it will have the side effect of helping me cope with the fact that in the city, people are going to be near me.
People who will not (not can not) control their anger. Unless they have legitimate mental health issues for which they have a responsibility to seek professional help, there is no excuse for being confrontational and/or going into a rage over life’s little aggravations.
I get annoyed by things, like bad driving, or general rudeness, but life’s too short to expend time and energy on ranting about them.
I wish that poeple could view a video of themselves in a fit of anger, I suspect it would go a long way in eliminating the problem.
I get annoyed when members here quote large portions of a post only to answer or reply to one small part. You can edit these things people!
Doesn’t this look much nicer?
Any type of solicitation in the work place just sets me off. I hate getting emails stating you are selling “X” for your kid and then follow it up with a cube to cube stalking. Put the damn order sheet in the cafeteria like the rest of the people do. If people want to buy they will fill out the form.
Some good ones so far, and God yes on the lottery thing. These guys slow the whole line. Dude, it doesn’t matter which scratch-off you buy. It is still the worst bet in town. Save your money and head to Vegas for crissakes. You’ll get better odds and free drinks.
Anyone that pays with a check in this day and age. They are always oldsters or deranged looking. And it only seems to dawn on them after the order has been fully checked and bagged that they actually need to get the checkbook out and start filling in things. Look, Henrietta, this is not 1971. Agnew is long gone from the White House. You are not at “Alpha-Beta”. “The Singing Strings” instrumental of “The Look of Love” is not on the PA. You won’t be receiving any “Green Stamps” with your order. Put that goddamn checkbook away and pay with plastic like a normal person.
Broke-ass people at the bank that just can’t believe they don’t have any funds. They get all loud and angry and prolong it and hold up the line. “I made the deposit yesterday!” or the ever popular “They did it for me last time!” aren’t going to cut it, no matter how much you repeat it. You can even threaten to close your account, or ask to see the manager. They aren’t going to give you money that isn’t in your account, and you are just embarrassing yourself and making everyone else wait. Or maybe you will be the first person that I have ever seen it happen to. 
So, please, just cut to the chase and walk out in a huff, muttering under your breath.
Fast food folks that are dumb as boards. “I would like a number one with a medium diet coke.” “Ok, a number one, what would you like to drink with that?” “A diet coke” “Would you like to make that a medium or large?” :smack:
Packaging that doesn’t function. Is it too much to ask for a bag of cookies that doesn’t rip all to pieces when you open it, eliminating all hope of reclosability? Pepperidge Farm, I am looking at you. Or the kind of deli goods that come with a built in ziploc. It seems half the time you open the ziploc for the first time, it just rips away from the side of the bag, to hang useless and defiant.
Drivers. Well, to elaborate-
People who when turning left, instead of pulling into the intersection linger at the white line, preventing anyone behind them from turning when the light changes.
People who have 200 ft to get over to the right before making a turn, but instead pull right at the last second, then slow and stop with the ass end of their car blocking an entire traffic lane that must then wait until the pedestrians clear just before the light goes red, at which point there is just time for THEM to squeeze through before opposing traffic floods the intersection. Which leads me into…
Pedestrians that ignore the “Don’t Walk”. Look you stupid ass, you may think “hey, I’ll just walk a little faster and still make it, no harm, no foul” but what you don’t realize you little self-centered moron, is that the “Don’t Walk” also serves the purpose of allowing motorists to actually turn right at some point in the light cycle in this gridlocked city. Sorry you can’t even get it together enough to save the couple of thousand dollars it takes to get a used car, but the fact you are an abject loser doesn’t mean you have right of way. I don’t care if it is raining. If you are walking in LA, you have bigger problems than getting across the street two minutes sooner. You should be re-examining your whole pathetic life, which, by the way, may be over sooner than you think, because we kill a lot of pedestrians in this city.
The yuppie scum that block traffic on Alameda past San Fernando turning into the Trader Joe’s parking lot. You bought a damn SUV, ya think you could traverse the driveway into the parking lot at a speed greater than .03 MPH? Or did the Range Rover fail to proceed and require road service from an authorized dealer the last time you went over a bump?
Pickup trucks. They deserve a whole pit thread. Why does it seem that any guy driving one of those pickups on lifts with oversized tires is probably a spousal abuser? They drive those trucks like they are in an episode of “Rat Patrol” or something. Dude, you are making a left and pulling into a Texaco, not chasing the Desert Fox.
What bugs me the most, though, is why is it that when it is nighttime, even if I am in the middle lane of the freeway and there is no traffic so you are free to just easily pass me on the left, do you come right up on my ass with your overbright headlights glaring, slow down, tailgate obnoxiously for a time, and then roar around me? Are you expecting me to meekly pull out of your way? Ladies, take note. If you date one of these big wheel pickup guys, get ready for a few shiners.
Actually, this doesn’t piss ME off, but today I was cut off by an Armenian who pulled out in front of me so obnoxiously I had to hit the brakes. He then raced up to the next red and came to a stop. As the light turned green, I sailed past him. This put his little Armenian knickers in a twist and he gave it the gas and swerved around me with a mighty engine roar. When it became evident that the next light was changing and the same thing would happen to him again, he thought “damn the torpedoes” and rolled through the intersection a full three seconds after the light had gone red. Cross traffic had begun to enter the intersection.
THIS HAPPENS IN GLENDALE ALL THE TIME. Someday I am going to cause a bad accident by driving like a normal person around these folks. Fortunately, I won’t be involved, except as a witness to testify to the asshattery. What is with Armenian dudes anyway? Drive past one and it’s like you cut their balls off. Must have some real problems in bed, or something. Their manhood seems perpetually challenged.
I could go on for pages but these are the ones that come to mind. Hope to hear some more.
Oh and Mr. Pickup Truck Guy, as much as you would like to think of yourself as a “Truck Driver”, drivin a big ol’ truck, YOU ARE NOT AN OVERSIZED VEHICLE. STAY THE HELL OUT OF THE OVERSIZED VEHICLE PARKING LOT. That lot is for vehicles that can’t make the height clearance in the regular parking, but is often filled with dumb yahoo’s like you that obviously have some size issues. See, REAL TRUCKERS KNOW THEIR CLEARANCE AND HOW TO READ A CLEARANCE SIGN.
God that felt good. (I drive a vehicle that is often overclearance)
I saw karma hit one of these couples. My husband and I were at Logan, waiting in the security line, and when the line moved up we paused a moment while rounding one of the corners in the roped-off area. (I think my bag had slipped or something and I was just getting it back on track.) We were at the end of the line, and a couple who had been walking up through the ropes zipped past us at this corner and got in front of us. Ooo, skipped ahead two whole spots, that’ll really speed your progress. :rolleyes:
Glaring daggers at them, we continued to pull off jackets and shoes, and remove laptops from their cases, while moving up with the line. We noticed the couple did none of this. When they got to the front and were ready to go through the metal detector, they had to be told to remove that stuff. And even then, at least one of them set off the metal detector. Probably figuring that people this unobservant of TSA rules would unwittingly try to bring on something stupid/dangerous, they got pulled off to the side for the more in-depth luggage check and personal search. 
For some reason this made me all giggly.
And thanks, matt_mcl, for clearing up what I meant about people interrupting me when I’m trying to read a book.
Cuz nobody actually cares what my book is about. They go, “Oh…okay,” and then inevitably launch into some tedious description of some crappy book THEY are reading, or read once, or WANT to read, and all the time I just want to get back to MY book but in order to be more polite than they are, I have to sit there and entertain them like I give a rat’s ass what stupid book they’re going on about. Other people’s books are just about as entertaining to me as pictures of their children.
sigh
I feel better now.
Oh, and since I mentioned pet peeves at work…since I bartend, I of course spend a lot of time talking to people, and they ask me all kinds of questions–some of them amusing, some irritating, some rude, some bizarre, etc.–but perhaps the most annoying one of all is some version of “You’re way too smart to have such a stupid pointless job. Why aren’t you doing something better?”
They mean it as a compliment. I really think they do.
And yet I can’t imagine anything more rude than asking somebody you don’t even really know to justify their lives to you. I don’t ask them why I see them every single day til ten p.m. even though they say they “just love their kids!” I don’t ask them why they hate their jobs, why they cheat on their spouses, why they dress so badly, why they get so drunk I have to cut them off and call them a cab. I don’t ever voice judgments; it isn’t polite, it isn’t my job, and most importantly it’s none of my business.
It should be a “little thing”–and it’s certainly part of the job description–but it makes me irrationally irritated when people don’t treat me with the same kind of respect.
So, Why aren’t you?
(runs and hides, just kidding)
That’s just a pickup line. They “something better” they are hinting you should be doing is them.
And for anyone that lives in an urban area like I do, where parking is scarce, I hereby pit people, who by whatever means:
**TAKE UP TWO PARKING SPACES
TAKE UP TWO PARKING SPACES
TAKE UP TWO PARKING SPACES
TAKE UP TWO PARKING SPACES
TAKE UP TWO PARKING SPACES
TAKE UP TWO PARKING SPACES **
Sorry mods, but I thought the emphasis was justified. I am sure the other posts can move over and make room for me. I hope they don’t scratch my post. Or key it.