Yeah, nothing’s worse than helping your company look more professional in its advertisements.
I’d say no. But then, you’ve pretty much defined my college major.
And you’d be wrong. Same to all the other people here who are convinced that “most people” think of shoes the same way they do, and the others are a delusional minority. It’s a cultural and individual split.
That’s a 19th-century prescriptivist “rule” made up by people who wanted English to sound more like Latin. It has no bearing on the actual grammar of contemporary English, and it specifically comes from a mathematical argument among the lines of “-2 x +2 = +4”. But OTOH: -2 + -2 = -4, which is even more negative than the two negatives you started with.
My PITA offense is NOT that I question corporate policy, but that I make a point of asking if they expect me to follow it to the letter. Of course they do! So I do precisely what the latest decree demands. This, of course, causes much frustration to our customers (and within the workgroup as well!) The fact is, after 25 years with the company, I’m sick of the revolving door of shiny new policies and practices . Almost without fail, they mean more work without any real payoff, except for the additional spreadsheet or metric that will be forgotten when management finds a new toy to play with.
at the risk of freaking you out… may i kiss you? on both cheeks, even.
yeah, 30+ years in the government, you get to see every newandimproved management whoziwhatsit come sailing down the pike, which will surely Change How We Do Everything and Make Things Better. up until the next glittery toy comes along. Lean Six Sigma my shiny hiney
does “being an all-around curmudgeon” cover it sufficiently in describing how i’m a PITA?
I am a PITA about my computer and internet access. Do not touch my computer without my express permission. I need it to earn a living, work on my hobbies and entertain me. I also expect that my ISP will make sure my internet access is working or I will make myself a total PITA to the company.
I am also a PITA about drinks. I like Coke, fruit juices, ginger ale, seltzer, red wine and that’s about it. I don’t drink coffee, diet soda, milk, hard liquor, Pepsi, or anything foamy. I will only touch hot tea on a cold day. Some hostesses seem to take personal offense over this.
I have 3 CD’s containing MP3 files of 95%+ music that I actually want to listen to in the world. They consist of about 450 songs total but the CD’s are ranked #1, #2, and #3. If I put on CD #2 or #3, I always regret it within minutes because those songs weren’t good enough to be on #1. However, even though I have CD #1 playing most of the time, I rarely listen to a song more than 30 seconds of a song without changing it and often less than 10 seconds. I know them all so well that the entire experience comes from just hearing the first few notes and then I am ready to move on. I just flip through them endlessly while I am driving.
A couple of times I have thought that this was a rut of insanity and then made the mistake of turning the radio on. I couldn’t hit the buttons fast enough to get back to my carefully screened CD.
I don’t speed. On a good straight stretch of highway with good conditions, I might go under 10 k over, but forget any more than that. And if I’m going to be turning left soon, I’m staying in this lane and keeping to the speed limit. You’ll thank me from saving you from a ticket and maybe saving your miserable hide.
I’m not fond of waste. If you’re going to live here, you will recycle, not run the tap for hours, and you will be careful with things so you don’t have to replace them (what do you mean you’re going to put that digital camera in a baggie to try to take photos underwater? :eek: ).
I want you to think before you attack someone; I expect you to be a fair person and I know you expect to be given a break sometimes so the least you can do is offer the same to your fellow planet-dwellers.
If you’re getting bent out of shape over some piddling thing, it upsets everyone around including me. Chill the hell out. Get angry about starving children or people being imprisoned wrongly. If you’re a road rager, go away and don’t come back because life is just too damn short. I’ll not put up with that nonsense. Oh, yes, you can have a bad day and spout off a bit about something and I’ll soothe your ruffled feathers, but it better happen infrequently.
I expect that if you make a rude body noise, you will say excuse me. I don’t care if you’re in another part of the house, and you think I didn’t hear you. Say it anyway. Yes, every time. If you feel that you have to say excuse me too often, perhaps you could try making fewer rude body noises, instead of reveling in their grossness and frequency.
I expect that if you use a glass or a dish, you will return it to the kitchen and, at a minimum, place it in the sink after being rinsed so that Godonlyknowswhat will not grow inside it as a little surprise for me to find later.
I don’t actually feel that these expectations make me a PITA, but opinions clearly differ.
I work in a trailer in the warehouse, this is my office. If you come in here, you need to shut the door. Don’t stand half in, don’t leave it open a couple of centimeters, don’t say you’ll be leaving in just a second (I know you’ll stand and talk for 20 minutes in the manager’s doorway then decide to go to the bathroom). All you’re doing is setting the a/c into overdrive and turning my workspace into an icebox, while letting all the loud noise from the warehouse in.
It takes two seconds. Just SHUT THE DOOR.
I’ve gotten some trained, the new guys get the lecture the first day they leave the door open (and a warning from the other guys that I get PISSED if it’s left open) but some just can’t close the door to save their life.
I HATE the assumption that I recognize a telephone caller’s voice. I expect callers to always identify themselves before launching into conversation. I’ll pretend NOT to know who’s calling in order to force people to learn to ID themselves. (I’m the receptionist for a pretty large company). That’s probably pretty PITA.
I’m a fairly picky eater, although I don’t show this when I’m a guest at someone’s house. It affects my poor fiancee more than anyone else.
I’m introverted and HATE large groups of people. At parties I’m always looking for the nearest quiet corner or porch where I can get some peace. This is partly why it was so hard to give up smoking - it’s such a great excuse for an escape.
I’m also extremely moody and can go from happy to sad at the drop of a hat.
I drink a diet Coke every morning. Several other times per day also. But always from a convenience store or cafe fountain. Not a bottle. Not a can.
This is fine for my daily routine. But when on travel with others, I am the “persnickity” one. “Oh, just grab a can.” No. I want my fountain drink. “Oh, we’ll stop at this gas station for you.” No. This one only has cooler drinks–no fountain.
Other than that, I’m pretty easygoing and accommodating.
you poor dear.