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Radio stations that advertise one or two hours of commercial-free music, and play their own commercials reminding you of that, between every. loving. song. Radio personalities who don't segue into commercials, but keep talking, and suddenly they're talking about some new mattress or car sale, and it takes you a minute to realize they're not joking. People who don't let matters drop. There's a guy I know who reaaaaaaaally wants some fish, but he won't pay the price for the fish, and keeps bothering me with selling mine. Any time I open a thread on this fish messageboard, he always replies with "when will you be selling your zebra plecos" regardless of what the topic is. I made the mistake of telling him ONCE that when they did breed, I would let him know, so he constantly asks about it, like I'm holding out on him. Assholes who are above saying 'thank you' for anything. Cat litter that covers up the cat poo poo smell perfectly, and isn't that expensive, but the ash content is so loving high that everything around the box smells of litter. People who call anyone with more than 1 cat a 'crazy cat person.' Bonus points if the person has 6-7 kids. People on bikes, riding in the bike lane, who don't obey traffic laws. No, it is NOT okay if you cruise through the intersection when our light is red.
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People who make everything into an innuendo. Me: Okay, so you want to buy 5 plecos and 3 shrimp? I'll bag them up now. Weird Fucker: Heh heh, yeah, I'd love for you to bag me something nice. Me: ....all right, I'll meet you at Petsmart. It'll be $20. WF: Why don't you bring them by my house and spend the night? Wife left, kids are gon. I got the 20, but you want some driftwood too? Me: Sure to the driftwood. WF: Nice. I got plenty of hard wood for you. Lots of hard hard wood. Come by tonight. The dude is old enough to be my dad, and when I called him on this, he acted shocked that any girl would be offended by some skeeveball asking them over to the house repeatedly. Assholes who leave a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, because they ran the dishwasher and didn't unload it. loving retail stores that are open on national holidays. Grocery stores, I could see with limited hours. Hospitals should be open, yes. But NOBODY NEEDS A loving MICHAELS OR TARGET OR KOHLS OPEN ON loving THANKSGIVING.
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Trying to deal with people who insist on making everything a philosophy debate. A friend of mine has an autistic daughter, and she recently found My Little Pony on Youtube. I warned him about bronies, and the friend went off on this tangent about how we perceive normal and this and this and this. NO YOU FUCKER, I AM TRYING TO WARN YOU SO YOUR DAUGHTER DOESN'T COME ACROSS PONY loving PORN. I don't give a poo poo what bronies or furries do as long as it is between consenting adults, and posting loving clopping stories or pictures where kids see it (because it's right next to the usual pony stuff), as a parent, you need to be aware of it! And that bronies exist, because they aren't 10 year olds like your daughter, they are 20-50 year old men! When my cat eats so much food that she backs away from the dish and throws it all up seconds later. And usually goes back for more. Volunteering your time somewhere, and the place makes you feel lovely if you can't come in and cover a shift or help out on short notice. Weird loving baby names so your kid becomes a unique snowflake. I don't mean poo poo like ethnic or regional names. I mean poo poo like Banksy. My friend's sister-in-law just had a boy, and his name is Banksy Duchamp. Summer hours in places like colleges, where you need paperwork for, say, a job interview, and the hours are so short and days closed here and there that you can't get your poo poo unless you plan a week ahead.
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When a store understaffs to keep costs down, resulting in longer lines, pissier customers, and workers walking off the floor because gently caress this poo poo. Lazy fuckers who don't listen to directions. No, sir, I will not drive to your location, pick up a single manila folder, and drive back, copy everything for you, and drive it back to you within an hour. Bring the loving thing downstairs, leave it in the dropoff box, and understand that you don't get special treatment because 'it's so hot, I don't want to leave my office.' Bonus points when said fucker leaves his project in the wrong place and gets angry if no one gets it. People who don't fill out address forms all the way when trying to ship something or receive something. There is a difference between Aloha Dr, Aloha St, and Aloha Ave. Same with suite numbers and floor numbers, especially if you DON'T PUT YOUR loving BUSINESS NAME. Going around a 30 story building looking for a Sandra Gomez isn't happening. Passive aggressive questions. I live with one other person, and said person loves to drop questions, like "Oh, I wonder who didn't take out the trash? WHO? WHO didn't take out the trash? Not me! I wonder who?" People who stop their car in the middle of traffic under a NO PASSENGER UNLOADING sign to let out their clowncar full of the loving circus.
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Blood drives with loving insane and pointless hours. Guess what, fuckers? Not everyone works nights! Some people work banker's hours, some people work overnights! Why the gently caress do you keep emailing me that WE NEED YOUR BLOOD COWSLIPS PLEASE and then send me a list of locales all over 15 miles away with appts open between 10am and 3pm? I won't take a day off loving work for you to jab me with needles! If you NEED something from someone, make yourself accessible!
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Motherfucking cocksucking team building exercises at work. Managers: All right everyone, we are no longer doing Y, instead we are doing X. Everyone else: Okay, cool. Managers: Now we will discuss why. *twenty minutes later* TEAM BUILDING EXERCISE WITH AWESOME PRIZE AT THE END! Everyone does a 30 minute timed loving 'put stickers in this paper in a certain order' and then each group has to count how many right they got! The awesome prize was one drawn random raffle ticket, prize was to park under the covered parking for a month. OH, and then everyone regathers as a huge group to discuss again why we are doing X and not Y. This is at a Saturday meeting at 8 loving am. It lasted two hours. Guys who put all the contraception needs on the woman. Because they hate condoms, and in a committed relationship and don't want kids, but will never get a vasectomy because NEEDLES NEAR MY BALLS. Oh, and they loving freak at the idea of a pregnancy and insist if 'she does get knocked up, we have a flight of stairs.'
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Mu Zeta posted:It's so easy to rile these people up. Tell them you also like Nickelback and Creed Some of it is nostalgia. I remember being in high school and college and Creed and Nickelback were pretty popular. So I still like them for that sake. If you are wearing a loving Justin Bieber T-Shirt, you have no room to talk about Creed sucking. The iheartradio music festival. Every loving radio station that is owned by ClearChannel is going to be airing ads for this for the next two months nonstop. Radio bits that serve no purpose of news or entertainment. One show here locally started some new segment called Confess Crush, where you give the djs your crush's phone number, and they call him/her up, put him on the radio, and after some back and forth, you confess that you are in love with them/want to get coffee/something. It always ends with the 'oh, wow, I'm seeing someone right now' or 'I'm married' or 'I like you as a friend.' Why the gently caress would you even start a segment with a pretty high chance of your caller being disappointed on the air? There is nothing funny about someone being in Tru Wuv and then getting embarrassed or angry when the person they want doesn't want them. Talking and someone interrupting you: you both stop and then start at the same drat time at least twice before one of you gives up. Usually the interrupter keeps going.
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On a fish forum, I posted an ad to try and sell some fish fry that I have a lot of. rear end in a top hat Cheapskate: HURR HURR I KEEP WAITING FOR YOU TO POST SALES ON YOUR ZEBRAS WHEN WILL THEY BE ON SALE? First off, cuntmaster, L46 are extinct in the wild. Second of all, fair market price is about $300-400 PER ADULT FISH. You demanding a sale on breeder size adult fish that are extinct in the wild and exist only in captive bred markets ISN'T GOING TO loving HAPPEN SO STOP THREADSHITTING. The mods on that site will instead warn ME about my attitude because 'he is only asking a question!' The fucker posts in every one of my sale threads whining about these fish. I should ask him what he thinks a fair price is, because I am betting it's in the double digits. In short, cheap fuckers who keep whining that you won't offer them a great sale. Why, I should pay HIM to take the fish off my hands!
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Jul 19, 2013 23:33
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Patchwork Shaman posted:Does that forum have an ignore feature? If so, I think you should use it. No, it doesn't. Another peeve: online shopping carts that empty themselves after an hour.
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You're right, You Are An Elf. I need to chill. How about people who make every topic about their passion, be it guns, ponies, or geek poo poo? You could be talking about SCUBA diving or the price of gas or something about a movie and BAM, they have to interject about something totally off topic. Any time anyone mentions anything political, my dad blows up about Obama and how Obama is personally coming to take his guns. The talk could even be about another country, and my dad always drags the conversation back to 'that boy trying to take my guns.' I think he'd tie for bronies when it comes to talking about inappropriate things in front of kids. People who don't tip the waitstaff, unless you count religious phampletts or a hastily scrawled 'Tip: Get a better job' note. Parents who don't teach their kids the proper names of things, like body parts. Your two-year-old can call it his peepee. Your ten-year-old should not. People who park in handicapped parking places, without a license plate or placard visible, because 'they'll only be in the store a few minutes.'
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People who work banker's hours, being told I don't work banker's hours and in fact am asleep at 5pm, calling me at 6pm, 630pm, 7pm, all the way till 9pm wanting something. Not everyone works loving 9-5! Religious or political bumper stickers. I'm glad you were going to vote for Romney last year! The sticker with a noose that reads Hang In There, Obama, is a nice touch. The giant Abortion Stops a Beating Heart, painted along the side of a semi, was a nice counterbalance.
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On the flip side, lesbians get it too. I once dated a girl who said she could never ever be serious about a relationship with a girl, because she wanted kids someday. When I pointed out that lesbian couples have babies all the time, she said that wasn't the same, and she wanted to date me just until the perfect guy came along. Yeah that ended fast. Fast food places where the drinks are behind the counter, so the workers have to get your refills for you. Really guys? I used to work at McDonald's, I know how much a soda really cost you.
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Constant emails and calls and voicemails left from people who just found out that you do in fact have a Facebook, and keep asking if you want to be friends. No, fucker. No, Dad. Why? Because everything you post on my half-brother's timeline is how if there were less poor people leeching on welfare, you could buy more guns. Nobody needs to read that poo poo. I swear I feel like Stan Marsh from that South Park episode. No, I don't want to friend you, seriously! I wish there was a way to friend someone and they only see a blank timeline. And they can't post their loving insane 'Trayvon deserved it, loving n*****!" poo poo. When people need you to repost, re-email, or do something again and don't loving tell you. So the two of you sit and make idle chit-chat until you say, oh, did you need something? THEN they say yeah, they need this file resent, when they could have said that fifteen minutes ago but 'don't want to seem pushy.' We're talking about the goddamn weather with two or three minutes between lines, say something! When two people about 50 miles apart decide to meet for lunch, and instead of meeting halfway, one person insists on the other driving across town for a 'surprise.' I have no plans to drive anywhere without you telling me what this surprise is. I haven't been online enough not to know a setup, especially when you insist we meet at your house. "No no it's a great surprise, just come over!" I don't care if you're family, dude, I am not meeting you somewhere I've only been a few times before because you insist on me coming over when no one else is home. Along those lines, people who get offended when you tell them their constant hitting on you is offensive. Dude, you are married, have two kids, and I am 15 years younger than you. When you text me constantly asking me to come over and spend the night, your wife has the kids, and I refuse, and finally tell you to stop your poo poo, you act surprised and wonder when I became such a 'bitch feminazi get over yourself.' Reddit should stay online, rear end in a top hat, and PUA poo poo of "ever want to kill yourself? I think about it. I sometimes want to dieeee....come over and make me not want to dieeee." is really loving creepy. People who insist it's 'just a minute' while they leave their kids or pets in the car and run inside to the store. The car is not running. It's 100* on average OUTSIDE the car. Guess how hot the inside gets? I had to go to the bank Saturday before hitting the vet, and was pleasantly surprised no one inside gave me any poo poo for keeping the kitten in her carrier at my feet instead of leaving her in the car.
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Stoatbringer posted:Friend them and then change the updates that you see from them individually to "Important updates only". You can probably filter it further so they're still friended but you never see anything from them at all. Will they be able to see what's on my page? Because I get the idea if this person can, my page will be filled with rants about black people and guns and Obama being a welfare whore and all the great things you want on your FB page. Peeve: people who live literally ten miles off a loving paved road and want poo poo delivered. When Google Maps can't find your house, and this is in an expensive neighborhood (why the gently caress do people want million dollar houses in the middle of nowhere?)not a loving tar shack, and almost every street is juuuust wide enough for a single car, how the gently caress do you expect anything to get delivered to you? You are seriously 15 miles from the closest gas station! And to the store that placed the order, gently caress you: ASK THE loving CUSTOMER if this goes to a business or residence, because that way I can stop somewhere and ask! Just blurting out a name to random people won't help me find the house (if that's what it is).
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hambeet posted:Sorry to derail as this isn't my peeve, but why do you even have them on your friends list then? Honestly it isn't my friend, but my rear end in a top hat dad who keeps harassing me and asking why I don't want to be Facebook friends with him. Since every time he gets into a political debate he ends up yelling, I find it best not to talk to him about that poo poo. I see the crap he posts and argues about on my half brother's FB page, and I have no desire for it to be on my own. Peeve: Is it a script or are all radio djs told to talk over people who call in to win a contest or to call in and talk or be in an interview? Because a dj here loving goes OFF about stupid poo poo, ranging from asking the caller, if female, what her shoe size is because he loves feet and has a foot fetish, to repeating whatever they said in a high pitched fake Spanish voice, to going off and randomly insulting them and their problems. Or if they call someone up to put on the radio, the djs all start talking at once while the called person sits there and has no idea wtf is going on. I would hang the gently caress up if I got a call, and the person who called me kept chatting with other people while keeping me on hold....while they hum and sing the hold music to see how long they can keep me waiting. Cowslips Warren has a new favorite as of 09:22 on Jul 30, 2013 |
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People who don't say or send a thank you after receiving a gift. I don't need a loving thank you card. But leave a voicemail, send a text, loving Facebook message me and say you got the gift so I don't go trying to track it the gently caress down. ESPECIALLY if the gift is for your kid and I am trying to be nice and send them a cool present. You have LESS OF A loving EXCUSE IF YOU WORK AT HOME and picked up the box seconds after the delivery guy set it down! loving say you got it! Even a 'thanks, got the box, thank you!' is better than loving nothing. People driving 15+ over the speed limit and honking as they pass you. Hey fucker, I'm already doing 5 over and this is a company van, I am NOT getting a loving speeding ticket, okay? You want to drive 80 in a 65, you do it. No, telling the police that you were 'driving with the speed of traffic' won't make the ticket go away.
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When people won't accept that you just don't like something and keep pushing you to play/watch it. Bronies are the big thing these days; one of my friends is apparently a brony but she's learned not to mention it or talk about it around me. I have no interest in it. An ex-friend never learned this lesson. Despite me not having any game system or a want for one, she would constantly try to explain some time travel storyline or fan characters she made and their stats for every loving game under the sun, and even when I told her I wasn't interested, would never ever stop trying to persuade me to buy the game, or to keep explaining parts I had no interest in. Bonus points for her making fanart and writing fanfic and wanting my opinion on them. She did the same thing with TV shows and anime. Oh gently caress, the anime. If I was talking to her still, and she was a brony, she'd be one of the assholes who'd wear a pony shirt to a loving funeral and try to explain why Pinkiebutterfly knew how the widow felt.
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"Hm, my marriage is on the rocks, I am constantly hating being my husband's maid, I have health issues, I am the only person working in this crappy apartment, OH, and I can't divorce my husband or even move out because I will be deported. Solution: HAVE A BABY." The loving fact there's a trope Baby Makes Everything Better makes me realize that a lot of people think this way seriously. A friend of mine was just diagnosed with PCOS, where she doesn't ovulate, and doctors tell her she can help her health issues by (a) getting on birth control or (b) getting pregnant. But she's on the fence and really wants a baby, despite the fact she and her husband are always at each other's throats. Because if she had a baby, she would show how she really feels about him, she says. There's another girl I know who secretly stopped taking her birth control pills so her boyfriend 'would have to stay' with her. Now they have a sixth month old and he's still eyeing the door. I don't get why people in an already stressed relationship think that adding a baby to the mix will help anything!
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People who do things half-assed and figure it's good enough, because soon it will be someone else's problem. Okay, washing a car here, I'll smear around the soap and rinse it a little and then push the car through to polish while the soap bubbles are still streaking everywhere. Oh, my dog is going in for a grooming and I found ticks on her, solution is to remove a few ticks and then send her in anyway, they'll get the rest! People who won't give you a set number. How many cupcakes do we need for the party? Oh, lots. ....how many is lots, you loving idiot, 100, 200? Oh, we need 15? Then say loving 15 and not lots! How many baby animals can we house in the new petting zoo? A few? A FEW loving WHAT? How many is a few! Is it a peeve when someone is brushing their teeth, walking around the loving house, and then talks to you while spraying toothpaste around? Or does that only happen where I live because I cannot believe anyone finds that poo poo normal!
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That DICK! posted:When I went to community college in every class I took there was, inevitably, some middle aged woman cutting into whatever the professor is saying to drop her own homespun wisdom on whatever we're talking about. A lot of the times, they'll just blatantly disagree with the professor on things that are pretty indisputable. In an entry level math course we were learning to plot points(which, I'm sorry, is pretty loving easy even if you don't understand math at all) and this woman eventually freaked out at the professor because I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU EXPECT US TO GET THIS. I had a creative writing course in community college, and the middle-age mom of three boys spent every chance explaining why all of her sons were uncut and why she felt every boy should be. Nothing quite like Foreskin Chat at 7pm every Thursday night when we are discussing loving haikus. Peeve: people who want added responsibility, not because they're good at it, but because they want the gold star next to their name. They want to level up. Even if there are no levels, they want to level up. A new employee at my work has been doing everything he loving can to 'get promoted.' The problem is, right now there are literally no promotions beyond what we are. So he keeps making ways to delegate responsibilities, hinting that he will do A, B, and C so no one else has to, or complaining that another employee isn't doing something to his standard. I want to shake his rear end and tell him, hey, you Gaston motherfucker, you've been here less than six months working part time, you aren't a loving cop, despite you talking about wanting to be one all the time, you're arrogant and rude to everyone, nobody likes you, STOP TRYING TO BE THE BOSS. ....just yesterday he ran to our boss piping that he'll be in charge of the backup vans. I suspect my boss told him to go ahead, just to get him to shut the poo poo up for once. When radio djs gently caress up saying a word, and the next thirty seconds is them making fun of the new word. Shut up and play music, you cockgoblins! Bonus points if they keep the word wrong for the rest of the segment. "So there is a traffic ax...hahah, accident! AX dent! A traffic ax dent!" "Oh man I hate to see what dented that ax!" "Hahahah ax dent!"
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People who deny deny deny when busted, and offer vague excuses once you have busted them. There is a bitch at work who has broken 3 of her own phone chargers, 2 of mine, and 3 of another coworker's. She insists she does nothing wrong with them but they always break after she takes them, usually without permission. But she don't do nothing wrong, why won't we believe her! Why is everyone so mad at her, she does nothing wrong! She just takes the chargers because hers is broken and otherwise she can't do her job and everyone is so mean to get mad when she digs through their lockers to take their chargers! She doesn't break any chargers, hers just broke because! Same lady also says she can't tell our boss about the broken chargers because she never sees him; when I told her to email him, she whined that she didn't have a computer. Wow. It's not like we don't work at a place with about a dozen computers you can use! How about your loving phone or you do the stone age thing AND LEAVE A GODDAMN PAPER NOTE? People who send multiple emails within the space of a few minutes. All with one question or two in them like 'hey what do you want for dinner?' Next email, ten seconds later, 'want me to get mcdonalds?' Next email, ten seconds later, 'want me to get arbys instead?' "I need a costume for a work party." "It has to be Seuss, like Cat in the Hat." "I want to be the Grinch." "Someone already has the Cat and Lorax." loving send ONE EMAIL with all the questions in it! Or just call! Along similar lines, emails with horrible subject lines, like Emergency, or Call Me Asap! And when you quickly call, the sender wants to know what you thought of the video link in the email, because it's awesome cute kittens meowing to Katy Perry videos! And the loving post on Facebook that are either "gently caress MY LIFE" or renditions of "gently caress EVERYTHING/THIS SUCKS/I HATE EVERYTHING." Then for the next day everyone is asking that person what happened, what's wrong, what the matter is, can they help, etc. Stop drama whoring you loving assholes! Cowslips Warren has a new favorite as of 00:03 on Sep 11, 2013 |
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In an age where almost everyone has loving cell phones, how do people not loving communicate changes of plans? Yesterday I went over to babysit the girls at 5. Their mom says she'll be home later, dad will be home by 8, no other info. 530, I get a call from the dad asking where the girls are, they are supposed to be at swim meet. 540, the girls explain mom said they could stay home because Cowslips was coming over. 545, dad not happy, they paid for swim meet, and mom was supposed to bring dinner with the girls. He has to wait for dinner now. 8pm, dad comes home, asks why the dog is so hyper. She was supposed to get walked. Dad calls mom, mom says the girls promised to walk the dog because of no swim meet. Girls in trouble for breaking promise. 830, I leave after helping calm the girls down (one is really sensitive and crying about the grounding coming up and no TV this weekend as a result) and on the way out, dad explains why they have a new alarm system. Oh, they had a break-in a bit ago. So if the girls and I had gone out with the dog, without a code to get back inside, we would have been locked outside with a hyper terrier. Let's see. All of the adults have cell phones. How the poo poo do you miss telling the babysitter about the new alarm system that gets triggered easily, the code word in another language, and not tell your spouse the kids are being babysat elsewhere?
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Blood drives who don't have any mobile units within 20 miles of my location, but call me every loving weekend asking me to donate blood. Hey fuckers, maybe if you had a mobile unit within 20 miles of my house, I'd go! Stop calling me every Friday night and asking to make an appointment, and then say the closest location is...oops, sorry, 30 miles away and past the retirement city where golf carts drive on the standard streets, and through tons of speed cameras! You used to do a drive every weekend at the strip mall less than five miles from my house. Go back there and you can take blood from me every loving weekend if you want.
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Pet owners who think that fixing their animals is 'wrong.' That every dog and cat needs to experience 'the wonders of being a mommy or daddy.' Trying to explain to these people that no, your male dog needs to be fixed ("but it's not MY fault if he gets out and knocks up a bitch, her owner should have locked her up or had her spayed!") but they refuse because they want him not to lose his kickass tough guy personality and keep his balls, is such a bitch. Bonus points if this occurs at the local rescue. Extra bonus points if the would-be adopter changes his mind because all the dogs and cats are already fixed, and he wants a 'man's dog.' Parents who don't tell you important info before you come over to babysit, like a kid is sick and throwing up, or two of the kids need to finish their huge project tonight, or there's no food in the house so you guys just go out to eat. Hey, we got email, loving send me one! No local credit unions around here will cash out savings bonds anymore. And local banks don't want to unless you have an account with them. Gift cards. Not because they suck, but because there is a stigma to giving them. As long as it's a store I like, I loving love gift cards! I tell people just to give me a $5 or $10 gift card to any of my fave stores, because then I have some extra 'money' when a sale comes. But the stigma is such that even when one of my babysittee kids say that they want a gift card to Target (so they can pick out their own things, I imagine), everyone else at the party gives me such a disappointed look, like goddamn, this girl helped raise you for almost eight years, and she bought you a loving gift card?
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The term welfare queen. I hate it. I loving despise it. I hate everyone who uses it seriously, everyone who nods and says well, we know that THOSE PEOPLE are just like that. Making me pay to take care of their kids. loving whores, keep your legs closed! They get paid to have more bastards! One woman, ten babies, ten different men as fathers! And on and on and on. I also hate when people who are ON loving gov assistance, like WIC or EBT, bitch about others who are on it, who waste it, or because THEY got off, everyone else should be able to. The entire Walmart-EBT "unlimited spending!" poo poo set off an old friend of mine, who exploded on Facebook with how 'those people took more than their fair share and they should never get any assistance again!' When I asked her about any kids of theirs who needed that EBT or WIC for food, she said I had missed the point. No, lady, when you post a loving meme that 'everyone who steals food like this on welfare should never get any welfare again!!!!11!" YOU miss the point that it isn't a bunch of laughing poor people shoving lobsters in their carts to eat in their golden-plated mansions. It's people with loving kids to feed. But 'these people took more than their share, and even though I cried that Walmart had to eat the cost, and later said I don't care if they lost billions, THOSE PEOPLE TOOK MORE THAN WHAT THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO." I probably shouldn't tell her that I use her and her family as an example to others when they decry social services, because she was the sole supporter of a family of four, and on food stamps, and she posted often how much she hated how judgmental people were when they saw her use the EBT card to buy groceries. I swear, she insists she would never EVER have taken advantage of the system if she was told it was unlimited. Because she is a Good Person and not a Welfare Whore, and even if it meant she didn't get to eat, she would never ever ever take advantage of this like so many of Those People did. If you're in the loving fire, you should have sympathy and understanding for the ones still in the burning building, and not roll your eyes and call them weak and leeches for not getting out as easy as you did.
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People who steal poo poo that is there for the benefit of everyone. We moved to a new work location where the restroom now has no customer access. So I went out and bought a Costco box of pads, so any lady who needed one (because poo poo happens at work, periods aren't always reliable) and put it in the women restroom. Now, yes, I didn't write my name on it because I figured no one would loving steal a box of 100 pads. I was wrong. I'm pretty sure I know who did it too. So I went to the dollar store and bought the lovely pads. Amazingly, no one uses those, but the bitch had to steal the nice ones. Same thing happens when someone brings in cupcakes or soda; there's always one or two coworkers who take 4 or 5 of whatever is out and hide it in their locker. Dude, there's only enough for everyone to have ONE. Don't be a loving pig.
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Oct 19, 2013 00:06
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jiharlequinade posted:Worse than any of this are the asshats who believe that hazard lights are a free pass to double park. Sometimes when I go to do a delivery somewhere, there is no place to park. Every time, without fail, I am told by the recipient store to just park in the fire lane and put my blinkers on. gently caress that poo poo. Or park in the handicapped spot and blinkers on! Peeve: telling someone to take something specific to a meeting. Reminding them to take it. Labeling the box and putting it in plain sight for them to take it. And they don't take it because they were loving around on their phone, saw the time, realized they might be late for the meeting, and ran off without the loving specific item NEEDED FOR IT. If you have somewhere to be, stop playing your loving game or loving with your phone and lose track of time! If you need to leave by 6pm, don't start watching a movie at 5:45! In this case, it was also a perishable item, so now it's garbage. Thanks, dude. Help me out a lot with that.
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Oct 25, 2013 02:49
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A huge peeve of mine is a lack of a thank you. If I send you a birthday gift, just loving email me that you got it, and even a 'thanks' is better than nothing. If I send you something, anything, all I want is a drat thank you back so I know you got it period! A friend of mine is so bad at this I have stopped sending her things, because she would only say 'thanks' if I asked her if the box had arrived (she lives in a super rural area and it is not common for poo poo to not reach her right address), sometimes up to a week after it arrived. I don't need a note, just acknowledge it got there!
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Nov 8, 2013 00:26
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Celery Face posted:I really hate it when my dad decides to take a bath/have a really long phone conservation with his friend in the middle of watching a movie. Other people in the house want to use the tv and no one else pauses what they're watching for half a goddamn hour. Just do what you're planning on doing after you're done with the tv, you loving hog. My stepmother used to work for a real estate office a few years back, when they downsized and she was let go. My dad blew a gasket and went on and on about the state of the economy and that he KNEW why she was really fired. Because at that time, they went on vacation to Cozumel or some other tropical paradise every three or four months, for 2 weeks at a time. Yes, she had the time off, yes, it was covered, but, he snapped, her coworkers were jealous of her success and that's why she was fired. I don't know, if the axe comes down, and I have a choice to cut the woman who is always in the office working, or the woman who is always going on vacations and coming back with tons of photos of her SCUBA trips and talking about how they're buying a timeshare in Mexico, who works, yes, but is always planning her next vacation...I know which one to cut. Peeve: companies who always say that they hire from within, unless you want to be an assistant manager or manager or store owner. Then the applications from outside the company always take preference...even if the person applying has never worked in this kind of place before. I work at a huge print shop, and the new floor manager used to work and manage a shoestore. He, when hired, had no loving idea how to even load paper into the machines. Needless to say the first few weeks he was there, he was always in a pissy mood. Compared to, say, the dozen people who applied who already worked for the company and knew all the procedures but weren't 'managerial material.' They weren't going to hire the assistant manager from the staff either, until one guy blew up at the head boss and demanded to know what the point of loyalty was if he was always looked over. Somehow he got the job.
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Nov 14, 2013 11:32
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AlbieQuirky posted:That's not how real estate offices work. I could explain this in boring detail, but suffice it to say that anyone in a real estate office who takes that much time off that frequently is inconveniencing the gently caress out of everyone else in the office. I think it was also the fact that after every vacation, she would spend so much time showing off hours of footage from the dives, pictures from the dives, and talking about the next trip or the many timeshares they were looking at. Envy is a dangerous beast, and this was after the housing market drop. I'm pretty sure someone higher up than her finally got ticked that she was always inferring how much more money she had than the rest of the louts in the office. Peeve: people who are going to go shopping on loving Thanksgiving for Black Friday poo poo. The news today said that Toys R Us would be open at 5pm Thursday, and Walmart 6pm. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE. Walmart was ALSO giving all their employees 25% off coupons and a free dinner if you had to work Thanksgiving! I can see hospitals being open. Grocery stores for a few hours. But loving Toys R Us and loving Michaels? Nobody needs poo poo on a loving federal holiday that badly!
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Nov 15, 2013 00:19
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People who have Gaston-like arrogance but without the talent to back it up. Yes, no one hunts like Gaston; Gaston has a huge wall full of animal skins. No one shoots like Gaston, gets laid like Gaston, etc. A coworker of mine, that I helped train, that I had to remind him every time we got in the loving van to wear his seat belt and to do the speed limit and not 10 over (but it's okay cause his dad is a cop and everyone speeds!), was hired part time a few months ago. When he was in the interview process, he loudly proclaimed he would be a manager within a year despite the fact he has no experience and works less than 25 hours a week. He's applying for the new manager slot. If he somehow lands the job, I might just walk. No one is Gaston save Gaston.
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Nov 21, 2013 23:40
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Ms Boods posted:
That is a nice term though. Television flogging. My peeve is whoever designed the delivery system at work. On the driver consoles, on the cute little order of delivery screen, there is a symbol next to the destination, either a square or a triangle. If it's a square, that means you have a pickup. If a triangle, a delivery. For some reason no one thought to just have a P or a D next to the company name. So if a driver is heading along and a new delivery comes up and changes their route, they have to quickly see what the symbol is. Because the originating store and the recipient store both pop on the screen at the same time, without being in order, so if you don't see the loving symbol, you go to the wrong one first. Oh, and if the driver is using GPS on the console, new orders will appear, but none are active on the screen, so the driver has to close everything GPS related, see the new pickup, then try to get the map back on software that takes 10 minutes to load.
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Nov 29, 2013 12:15
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Mu Zeta posted:I love good coffee but hate how the companies describe them I used to think South Park parodied this. Nope! I hate when companies require a 2 to 4 week window to apply for time off, but don't let you know until the week or so of if you GOT the request off.
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Dec 15, 2013 12:56
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The really small loving fine print. Related to that, when you agree to help someone and they neglect to tell you some key detail. You want me to help you move? Sure, I'll be there! Only to show up and there's no moving van, we're making 20 tiny trips in your Stanza and the heavy stuff has to be walked five blocks. You need help with some business cards? Sure, I can help! Only to find out they need everything from idea for their business to the design (and it has to look GOOD, mind you) to the printing and then oops, they used the old cell number, do them over again!
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Dec 16, 2013 22:58
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However did people, outside of a church setting, scam thousands of dollars from people before Kickstarter? I helped Kickstart the Weapon Brown printed novella. So while I was looking over other Kickstarter projects, I found one that I can't believe is real. A guy from the US wants to film a documentary on how geeks and nerds are treated in other cultures, so he is Kickstarting a film project that will take him to Europe and Japan, and he insists that no fandom will be ridiculed. He plans to do a nice documentary about geeks and nerds and how they are treated...and only needs about 70 grand to do it. Hm. Too bad there isn't a thing called Skype or Facetime, too bad we have no way to talk with people across the world without being there in person! Seventy thousand dollars to pay for someone else's vacation and circle-jerk wankfest about how nerds and geeks are a persecuted minority. Jesus wept.
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Dec 19, 2013 23:31
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I hate when people can't make up their loving minds! Client wants 30 of an item. I pack up the 30 things and am ready to meet him at his place. He emails me less than an hour before the time and says he only wants 10 now, is that a problem? Well, yes. I already packed everything up, I set poo poo aside for you for others not to get, and you change your mind right now, after dicking me around on the amount for weeks? No. No, it is not all right. For the issues and stress and having to unpack everything, you don't even get the 10 now. Getting a potluck together. 10 people sign up for bringing desserts. 1 person signs up for chips. 5 sign up for napkins. Then 4 of the first 10 say they'll bring a side dish instead. Then 1 of those 4 says he can't come. No, scratch, he can, and he'll bring cups. The chip person says he'll bring rice cookies instead. 4 of the 5 for napkins say they will bring cups too. Then the host asks who is bringing soda? NO ONE? loving pick your potluck and don't change it! Lack of planning! Got invited to a kid's birthday party; I've been the family sitter for over ten years, so I asked if I should bring anything. Party games, etc. Parents said no, they got it covered. 12 girls for a 10 year old's birthday, easy as pie. Save they had the party at home, it was too cold for a swim, no one could go inside and watch TV, one of the kids was deathly allergic to their dog so the dog had to stay locked up, and the single party game was a 'treasure hunt' that took 5 minutes. Four hours of nothing else, save a half hour to eat cake and open presents. Oh, and the two hours I spent organizing loving Musical Chairs (thank god I brought the ipod), freeze tag, volleyball, tennis, and other games. Oh, thanks a lot, parents, I was here as a GUEST not the loving babysitter! Next time take my loving advise when I say hey, I can bring things over, because I've been a clown at a dozen parties, I know how long poo poo can take! The parents KNOW what I used to do, I never charge them for the party happenings, and the kids were all bored shitless 30 minutes in because of a lack of any kind of planning. People who ask you constantly for favors, to use your work discount on their personal or business expenses, who always ask for a lower price than you quote...and when the turnaround time comes, they are never willing to pay back the favor. And what fucker decided it was a good idea to try and break their $100 bills at a loving coffee shop, four people in a row, all for orders under $2? Are you all drug dealers and the bank won't break it loving for you?
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Jan 4, 2014 04:02
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People who argue with facts because 'it's my opinion, okay!' I work with a cat rescue. Today the president of said rescue posted no less than three 'DID YOU KNOW THIS' posts about spiders. Hot information includes that most spiders are gay (to limit their populations), all of them are poisonous, females always kill the males after breeding because they don't recognize them as the same species (because they are all lesbians), spiders milk the way cows do, and it comes from where their web comes out. This is on her facebook page, that has her listed as CEO and president of the loving rescue. So I counter every goddamn thing she's said (with about a dozen people all replying to her how they hate spiders and wish they were all dead and grooooss they're all gay, ew!) and she replies with "Well, this is my page and my opinion." BITCH. And this is her personal page, it's a free country, but if anyone researching the rescue finds posts like this, I really hope they think it's a joke. Because it doesn't make the rescue look credible at all. "Gee, if they believe that about spiders, what do they think about cats and dogs?"  SPIDERS PRODUCE MILK THE WAY COWS DO! YOU EAT THREE SPIDERS A YEAR IN YOUR SLEEP. SPIDERS LAY EGGS IN YOUR HAIR! How the gently caress can you say that poo poo with a straight face? You are posting something on the loving Internet with your real name and real rescue name attached! YOU LOOK LIKE A loving IGNORANT MORON!
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Jan 8, 2014 00:56
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On the topic of loving religion in a retail place, when I was in college and going through a pagan phase, I wore a little pentacle necklace. It was maybe quarter sized, silver, with some stupid blue glass gem in the center. Was not huge, covered in diamonds, or anything to comment about. When I was checking out at a grocery store, the cashier kept making remarks about Satanism. How people need to accept Jesus Christ. And when I finally told her it wasn't a Satanist icon, she snapped, "WELL, that's what it is to ME." I remember being too chickenshit to report her to a manager, but hell, when I posted about it on here, goons told me I needed to suck it up and not bitch about it. Peeve: getting TV series from Netflix, and the last DVD has ONE episode on it. The previous DVD has five episodes. Why the gently caress can't the last DVD have the last 2 episodes instead of only one? It's 40 minutes, don't tell me a DVD can't have 80 minutes of TV without imploding!
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Jan 25, 2014 16:47
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Celery Face posted:It's annoying and kind of weird when couples say "we're pregnant." Unless it's two lesbians who are both pregnant at the same time? Peeve: when I have to wait at home from 8 to 5pm for the home repair dude to show up, and he arrives at 4:50pm. Or if I get a smaller window of time, like 9am to noon, and I get an email at 11:59 that he'll be there about 2pm. Really? Why the gently caress is that acceptable! If I told my recipients hey, I know I said I'd have your package to you by noon, but it's gonna be closer to 3pm, my job would be on the loving line.
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A FUCKIN CANARY!! posted:One time when the "smile!" thing happened to me at work when I was in the middle of 6 consecutive weeks of 12 hour shifts (no weekends off), I got about a foot from the dude's face and repeatedly screamed at him to smile until he cried. Are you loving deaf? Keep smiling! NOW LAUGH!! I remember some years ago, I was working retail right around the holidays; I was alone, the line was 10+ deep, and every loving customer had some super elaborate order they needed done RIGHT NOW. All I could do was get their info, put a sticky note on it, and move to the next. The line never ended. I was stressing pretty bad, and more than one rear end in a top hat told me to just smile. I remember the lady that came after the 'just smile!' asshat. She placed her order, and asked if the Lindor Truffles we had for sale as an impulse buy, by the register were good. I told her I didn't know, I hadn't had any, in a pretty rude tone. She bought two, and gave one to me, and told me that I should try one, they are really good. So here I am with this stupid candy, the eternal line inching forward, and I barely got to the back before I just starting crying from the stress and the one loving person who treated me like a human being. That candy was the best thing I ever ate. Peeve: special snowflakes who think the rules don't apply to them. I was in a store today, doing a supply drop; this is not the store I work from but I'm in uniform. The line had about three people in it, and one person off to the side sees me and literally pushes himself up to the counter and demands a price list. I tell him as politely as I can that we don't have one, but the cashier can help him. This old rear end in a top hat snapped that 'THERE'S A LINE' and started grilling me on questions about prices and sizes. I told him I didn't know, and walked out. Dude, there is a line, you need to WAIT in the line, because this is a custom-serve store, and you asking HOW MUCH IS X depends on what the gently caress dimensions and color X needs. There is no set price list because every order is different, and different materials cost different prices, and there's discounts on quantity but only on some stock, etc. McDonald's has a generic menu. McDonald's still expects you to wait in line because we learned that poo poo in preschool. Peeve: 'I don't know how to do your job but I will sure as poo poo tell you how to do it!" I had a delivery today that I was pretty sure had a bad address on it. I know where the site IS, but this site on the delivery label was about 10 miles north of there. Now, past experience tells me if I call the sender and say hey, I think there's an issue, they demand to know if I tried to deliver it; if I say no, they tell me to try and then call them back. And this sender has a bad habit of loving up business names with residential; they'll put the customer name three times on the label when it's to a business, and when to a home, they put the entire loving business address with no customer name. Past experience also tells me NOT to deliver where I think it goes, I deliver where the label says. Because if I deliver to 10 E Monroe when I am pretty sure that is a typo and it should be 10 E Monrowe, that is on me. Even if 10 E Monroe is a building with boarded up windows. So I head up to the address the sender himself put on the box. Nope. Gated community and this is to a business. I call the sender to verify, and he says he didn't do the label himself, someone else did. I ask him to verify what his notes say, he says no one else has problems delivering here, and why the gently caress did I drive so far out of the way? I repeat the label to him, he repeats that no one else has a problem. I tell him there is a problem, the package will be marked as Bad Address and the customer won't get it now. Turns out the sender put the wrong ZIP code on, routing the box to a right address...in another city. Sender calls dispatch, freaking out that 'this rude bitch won't deliver my box and no one else has problems and who does she think she is to not deliver it she has the drat right address' and dispatch calls me, after I've already returned it to the relay point. Now comes loving tech support to reroute it all. Dispatch later asked me why I didn't deliver to the right address. I explained the hosed up ZIP code, that the sender verified the entire wrong label was right, TWICE, and the sender has a bad habit of marking residential for business and otherwise. So it was perfectly logical that this box went to a house address. Took a loving hour to get everything reset. My manager says I should have taken the box to where I was pretty sure it was supposed to go, and then call to verify the address. Which would have done nothing. Sender is smug as hell that he showed that bitch driver, and everyone else at his locale asks me why I couldn't find the place when everyone else has and what is wrong with me, if they had GPS they would never be lost and....just gently caress you.
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