I don’t know what the deal is, but people haven’t been flushing the toilet at work. It seems as though they don’t flush at all (thinking that the automatic flusher will kick in) or they don’t bother to make sure that the first flush took care of everything. It’s so disturbing! What’s most traumatizing (don’t read if you’re easily grossed out by toilet stuff) is the floating piece of pooh — no toilet paper! How does that happen? NASTY.
Category Archives: Pet Peeves
Hmm…Been a Long Time
I’m watching 30 Rock right now … GENIUS.
Random comment … why the eff do people have to ride bikes on Clark St all the effing time? Augh.
Beware: Your Encouragement is Discouraging
Yes, sometimes people want and need encouragement in order to feel good about certain things like
- a new outfit or shoes
- quitting/accepting a job
- quitting smoking
- getting a drastic haircut
- buying a new household appliance
Maybe I’m just a backwards beeyotch, but encouragement can sometimes make my skin crawl. I’m just minding my own business, taking pride in making my own decisions and acting on them – and then some fool decides that I need encouraging. I don’t care if someone is happy for me. I don’t need someone to tell me to keep up the good work. I especially don’t need someone to later on say that I got where I am because they helped me through it with a periodic “YOU GO, GIRL!” I’m not totally evil. I do welcome encouragement most of the time and can find it to be really helpful. But sometimes, encouragement just makes me want to crawl into a hole and stop doing the great thing that I was doing for MYSELF.
Thank you for reading this venting session. Without this blog as an outlet, I would probably be in my car, screaming, right at this moment. On another note, certain people’s LACK of encouragement irritates me just as much as their unsolicited encouragement. I never said that I wasn’t a complicated person.
Stupid.
Seriously, kids. Don’t drink and drive.
Who Are “They”?
PET PEEVE: People who make somewhat snarky comments for no reason. For example, I have this friend. Let’s call her “Mom”. Whenever the topic of American Idol comes up, Mom always has to say something negative about David Cook:
- They say that he’s arrogant.
- They say that his single sucks.
I don’t know why she has to say these things. It’s not not like I make fun of Archie. I don’t ever say mean things about Archie. And I never said “IN YOUR FACE!” when she was all disappointed that Archie didn’t win. I mean, did the woman even vote? And she used to like David Cook.
PET PEEVE: People who constantly talk about what “they” say. I have a friend. Let’s call her “Mom”. “They” seem to have a lot of advice that she lovingly passes on to me:
- They say that drinking a gallon of water first thing in the morning is good for you.
- They say that you should rub papaya on your skin to make it pretty.
- They say that too much soy will cause major health problems in women.
Who are these people? The most disappointing thing is that you never hear Mom say, “My daughter says that I should read more” unless it’s followed by, “Who has time to sit down and read?”
I See Stupid People
People should be required to take an IQ test prior to employment in a corporate office. They should also be tested for their ability to follow basic instruction and be evaluated for common sense. That’s all.
Give 'Em an Inch…
Some people just do not seem to understand that I do NOT live to serve them. I will go on record as saying that I appreciate people who do not care about anything. At least they don’t bother me to do stuff for them.
Okay, here’s the deal. I did this project at work. And the “product” is functional and does the job it’s supposed to do. Now, it certainly has the potential to be better. But I am not a programming wizard and I do not care about making things pretty when they don’t have to be. More importantly, I don’t have the time to improve on what’s already working. So someone new comes on board and is like, “can we have a button that does this? I really need the extra 30 seconds that I can save if you just added this function” or, my personal favorite, “I will have a list of the rest of my demands for you by the end of the week.” Well, okay, the person didn’t say “demands”, but she may as well have.
I’m tired of being everyone’s patsy.
I Really Dislike Being Sick
Headache. Scratchy and sore throat. Aching limbs. Uncontrollable cough. Sexy congested voice. Being sick bites. Especially when I’m not sick enough to not be able to go to work but still sick enough so that the only thing I feel like doing is staring at my mug of hot tea – my third cup of hot tea with honey. And, while coughing up phlegm globbers might be a turn-on for some, it’s frowned upon when you’re around colleagues. I hate taking tylenol. I hate drinking orange juice. This cold or whatever I have sure explains why I’ve been wanting bananas for the past week. I don’t like bananas! I boo bananas.
Hope I feel like myself again soon.
The Stupid Cicada
When I realized that the cicadas were going to be popping up this year, I was actually kind of excited. I was 9 the last time they emerged, and we talked about it in school, and it was something cool to look forward to.
Fast forward to 2007: I HATE CICADAS. They are ugly and fat and stupid. I literally saw (another) one fly straight into a parked car. Dummy! Ewww. They are all over the place. Factor in the 90 degree humid weather, and you’ve got a dangerous walk through the parking lot to your car.
I can tell you now that 2024 will be a bad year (is my math correct?). I need to move somewhere where the cicadas are too stupid to roam.
Rule #1: Check if There's Toilet Paper
What’s wrong with people? Is personal hygiene not important?
At work today, one of the stalls in the ladies room ran out of toilet paper. This doesn’t happen very often, but maybe the bathroom lady who comes by periodically to replenish is sick today. Anyway, I went into that stall, noticed that there was no toilet paper, and moved on to another toilet. When I was done tinkling and went to wash my hands, I noticed that someone had gone into the stall with no toilet paper. I was all ready to hand her a wad from one of the other stalls, but she just flushed and I could hear her zipping up her pants. NASTY!
- When you enter a stall, check the toilet paper.
- If you realize too late that there’s no more toilet paper, ask someone to give you some (assuming someone else is in the rest room).
Maybe this is the real reason that women started stuffing their bras – just in case they need something to wipe with. I hope that the lady made #1 and not #2. Guh-narly.
Another gross story: Last Sunday, I went to Lincoln Park Zoo and witnessed something really disturbing. A woman pulled down her daughter’s pants and had her pee on a tree in Lincoln Park! I’m not kidding. Of course, the girl gets pee all over herself and starts crying. The worst part – when the kid was done, the lady just pulled her pants back up and they walked off. Gross!! What kind of mother doesn’t carry around tissue or a napkin or, at the very least, an old receipt? Plus, they were right by the zoo, which has public restrooms.
I have nothing more to say.
