I don’t have any problem telling them no if I don’t want to participate; it’s the idea of being the one who didn’t pay any money on the week that they actually won that I can’t stand.
I miscalculate the amount of budget I have for the month, and spent $100 more than I should. Grr…
I’m tired of my eye being watery and itchty at odd intervals.
Take the tired baby home and don’t give it any more Mountain Dew, dipshit, i’m quite sure the waitress would have been happy to bring some milk.
I am sick and fucking tired of sending system changes in a redlined document, then getting an e-mail from my contact demanding that I “come over to discuss the changes.” Why? Because when I come over to discuss the changes, I have to sit next to her at her desk watching her copy and paste the changes I made into an Access database. It’s not that she has questions. She just doesn’t like to think.
Seriously, I’ve asked for recommendations on how I could better send the information to her and she says, “I don’t think - I’ll just do what you tell me.” Goddammit, will you get your head out of your ass and stop wasting my time?! And while we’re at it, why the hell are you still using Access when you’re supposed to be learning Java?
On a somewhat-related note, I’m often a bit shocked to see parents handing their tiny children a huge, 590 mL bottle of coke or pepsi. That’s a lot of sugar and caffeine for a tiny body.
Very mini-, but very aggravating since I keep forgetting to do this, and now that I’m remembering and near the phone during business hours…
Dear pro photography store – it would be extremely helpful if your business phone number actually worked. When I dial you up only to get a single ring, and then silence, I have no idea if your phones are broken, if your phone menu / hold system is the most counter-intuitive POS I’ve ever run across, or what. I have one, single, simple question. You will probably get my money shortly after you answer it. But I can’t ask because no human beings answer the phone; and I’m not entirely sure that it’s actually ringing on your end.
AAAGGGHHH.
So, does anyone know how much Calumet Photo charges to clean a digital camera sensor? And how long it takes to get it serviced?
I can’t believe how young some kids are when their parents give them soda of any kind. It’s becoming frighteningly common.
IIRC, the person (people?) who invented the cubicle hates the current application just as much as you do.
You know, if you’d just buy a single ticket yourself, you’d have almost the same odds of winning but a lower chance of having to split the prize.
… Are you *sure *he’s actually buying tickets with that money? 
The humidity is at this moment 95%. On June Second. It’s going to be a long summer.
Hey! I need that two-headed dildo I loaned you. I told you you were welcome to borrow it. I didn’t mean you could keep it. And why is your phone disconnected?
It wasn’t a huge bottle, but it was probably an 8-10 ounce bottle and was half full- i’m not great with kids but i don’t think a year and four moths BABY should be given Mountain Dew even if you cut it with water. She was a good waitress; she knew her shit and she played with the kid.
I’m sitting there tring to eat, watching this shit, and it occcurs to me, maybe you need TAKEOUT so you can take the kid home sooner, because it was fussing and wanted its bed.
Somebody won $134 million tonight.
And it wasn’t me. 
So that makes the odds a little better that it was me. Yay! 
Oh, right. I didn’t buy a lottery ticker…
Who the fuck sends a 351 page fax of patient information without putting the sender’s or receiver’s name on it? That is some weapons-grade stupid right there.
I’m having some weapons-grade cramps right now.
Stoopid period better be the hell over by this weekend. It’s gonna be my birthday. I was kinda hoping to get laid, y’know?
I’ve heard that sex can be therapeutic for cramps, though. If all of your potential candidates are squeamish, of course, I suppose I could…
Never mind. kaylasmom would probably take a dim view of that course of action, even if it is your birthday.
This is as “mini” as I can get. It’s petty and I know it’s irrational, but hey, that’s often what pet peeves are:
Why the hell do people write “FAMOUS PERSON DIES” in headlines or, more pertinently, message board threads/blog posts? The deaddies DIED, they aren’t in the act of dying. It’s an announcement, not a bleedin’ stage direction!
What’s the reasoning here? Is it delicacy or superstition, because “Dennis Hopper/Gary Coleman/Rue MacClanahan/Whoever Has Died” sounds too final or grim?
(Of course, it could be worse: could be “FAMOUS PERSON PASSES,” which hits two pet peeves at once!)
Honestly? Sometimes they do it because the person might not be AS famous and they want you to click through so they get higher hit rates, and some get paid per hit on their article by their advertisers.
Like the other day when I saw that there was a death among the cast from LOST. Turned out - it was one of their dogs . . . . Bet they wouldn’t have gotten as many hits if they had stated that up front.
Same thing with “Golden Girls” died - you don’t know if it’s Betty or Rue, and will want to know.
The vaguer they are, they better for their pocket.
Heh. No no no, I guess I wasn’t clear. I don’t mean I’m bitching about someone writing, literally, “FAMOUS PERSON” in the thread title. I’ve never seen that. I’m bitching about the “DIES” – as in, “GARY COLEMAN DIES!” Why dies (present tense) instead of died?
On the list of things I own that I would *not *loan out, I’m pretty sure sex toys would be right up there.
Tampon + manual and/or oral = problem solved.
Because that’s the standard for how headlines are written. Seriously. It’s not just obits. Here, the *WSJ *is sitting next to me right now: “Israel’s Isolation Deepens”; “AT&T **Dials Up **Limits on Web Data”; “‘Vanity’ Press **Goes **Digital.” (Emphasis added.)