Jackassery
A list of things that irritate me. Abridged.
- People who do not allow comments on their blog from those of use that don’t use blogger or wordpress.com anymore. I guess there is some trick to getting a username for a wp.org account, and I might have done that at some point and forgotten about it. But Jesus, people. It’s a blog comment, not an all access pass to your personal info.
- My stupid interwebz nanny filter whatsit here at work, which will not let anyone view BlogAsheville or buy anything from the “personal care” section of drugstore.com but misses several other sites that actually have sexual content.
- Complicated technology. I want to forward my old blog addy to my new shiny custom domain. I went to do this last night and realized that I’ll have to dig out the account info for my GoDaddy account, because I bought the domain from them a long time ago and didn’t pay extra at the hosting company to transfer it to them, so when I look at the directions to do what I want, I have to screw with things like nameservers, and I have three different accounts to work with and it makes my face hurt and I’m afraid I’ll fuck it up and my blog will disappear forever and I will die.
- People who chickenshit out of getting a flu shot. I am quite possibly the biggest baby EVAR, and I managed. Suck it up. If you get the flu, I will laugh and point and when people ask how you are, I’ll cluck my tongue in that irritating and condescending way and say “they shouldn’t have turned down their free flu shot…”. Even your boss, you wuss. Especially your boss.
- I really want a Montblanc pen. I have wanted one since the very beginning of my career. The last time I priced one, the burgandy rollerball basic model was around $100. Don’t get me wrong, I would REALLY like one of the Ingrid Bergman tributes, preferably the L’ Attrice, but would settle for the La Donna. Well. The basic burgandy pen is now $300, and the La Donna is $700. Like I have $300 for a fucking pen. This little slice of reality does not stop me from my lustful obsession, and THAT irritates me. Let go, already, I tell the verybadness, and it whispers back “but you always felt like you would have one when you “arrived”, and no, you are not finished with your degree, and thus could still end up living under I-240, but you’ve come a long way, and this is a milestone birthday, and you DEEEEESSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRVVVVEEEEEE it, and it would feel so good and heavy in your hand, and you would feel so proud to carry it, and there is a Montblanc store in Chicago, and you are turning 30 this year…” Maddening.
- The goddamned time change. READY TO FALL BACK OVER HERE. WOULD BE DRIVING TO WORK IN THE DARK IF I COULD GET UP ON TIME, WHICH I CAN’T BECAUSE I’M ALREADY A NIGHT OWL KIND OF GIRL AND IS IT TIME ALREADY?! I NEED THAT TIME CHANGE.
- Some guy on Twitter said that a US Senator eats babies or pays lobbyists to watch people die, or something. I’m kind of over politics right now, and Senators are generally not the greatest shining examples of humanity and reason, but seriously? SERIOUSLY? UNFOLLOW.
- Facebook status updates should be a few sentences max. Have a story to tell? Write a note, or start a blog. Assholes. Also, Facebook should charge $1 for additional explanation points.
I’ll stop now, since I said this was the abridged version. What pisses you off these days?
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The primary thing pissing me off right now is the guy who I called about a job who, 30 seconds in, RUDELY cut me off and hung up on me after saying “IhaveanothercallIhavetocallyouback” and then he never called back. WTF? My voice is one of my biggest assets, I’ve been told thing over and over but this guy apparently found something offensive about it. I hadn’t said anything but “yes, I’m still seeking employment” so it wasn’t that I said something douchey and he decided I was worthless. WTF?
Let’s cut him.
Seriously, you need to remember that hiring managers are generally insensitive preoccupied disorganized douchebags. I am, when I’m hiring.
.-= MsDarkstar´s last blog ..Tearful Tuesday =-.
You buy yourself that frigging pen already. It’s the only thing that will stop the voices in your head.
Then, when you’ve done that– tell to sell the stupid PT Cruiser and buy a vintage VW Beetle so the voices in my head can shut the fuck up, too.
I just don’t know if accountant verybadcat can let materialistic verybadcat spend $300 on a pen these days… and nothing will stop the voices. They’ll just find new material.
.-= Mr. Apron´s last blog ..Just Give Me the Chocolate Thingie =-.
ALOT of things bother me.
I am bothered by the twitterers that think they sole use of twitter is to post ads about their etsy shop (or get rich quick scheme).
On facebook…same thing. It should be limited to 140 characters. Or if they wanna break out and be crazy, 141.
Wanna know what REALLY busts my chops right now though? Arby’s commercial about their combos for $5.01. Seriously, it’s a fucking penny! Why not just sell the dam combo for $5!!!!!
WORD. They justify the .01 by having added the french dip to the choices. Assholes.
.-= Angela´s last blog ..The History Of Halloween & Samhain =-.
OMG nothing irks my nerves like multiple exclamation points! I had a work email today from someone who was very irritated who put three (3!) exclamation points after every single sentence. EVERY. SINGLE. SENTENCE. WTF?!
Oooooh is your birthday very close?
People just totally lose their standing, even if they have a point, once they’ve overused punctuation.
My birthday is two weeks from Friday.
.-= chasingparadise´s last blog ..The Bride? Oh, wait…that’s me. =-.
People who get in the “long” line at the grocery store with one or two items and then ask if they can go ahead of you. WHAT ? There is a “special” line for you “special” folks – USE IT ! If I use it with my 87 items the cashier waits until I get all the way to them with half of my stuff on the belt and then “scolds” me you’re in the wrong line. (Now, if someone gets in line behind me and does NOT ask to go ahead – then I usually offer.) . . . went to the grocery store at lunch today – can you tell ?
What about the people who live across the street but need to have a cart to cart marathon talk in front of the salad dressing? They should be tased.
I like to have the flu shot injected directly into my eyeball so that my kids can see just how painless it is. For some reason that strategy always backfires on me…
my arm is a little sore. i didn’t even feel the stick.
.-= Jay´s last blog ..Daily Chart – Plotted Burn =-.
I have an entire Monday devoted to the asshattery that I run into on a regular basis.
What’s irritating me today? Well, internet drama. And the douchebag who dissed a book idea I’ve had because they don’t like dirrrrrty books. Don’t like ‘em? Don’t read ‘em. But don’t get all sarcastic because I wrote one.
*fumes*
Oh, and I already got the flu before the shots were available. It hit us all like a damn train and we were out for a week.
No flu since.
*knock on wood*
Who are these people that don’t like dirty books? There are people who don’t like dirty books?
.-= Jennifer McKenzie´s last blog ..Welcome =-.
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