The Daily Peeve / Rant

Stoic Pragmatism, that has a lovely ring to it. I just googled John Lachs and came up with a youtube lecture entitled "why good enough is not good enough for us" - don't have time to watch but he sounds interesting.

... It just feels like under it all, an arrogance, to demand someones attention for hours on end, busy busy busy and always talking, always in the center of the busy making this self congratulatory standard for others to buzz or fail ... or maybe some psychological disorder, narcissism, autism? Why are you talking about this? Have you considered at all whether your chosen topic of "conversation" that you monopolize is of interest to anyone else? Is this a competition you are winning by getting in more words per minute by a factor of 10 than anyone else?

Yes, your FIL's live-in sounds very much like her ... she has invited herself here for 10 days. She IS helpful so I'll be honest, there's a trade off here, she's generous with her time but sucks the life out of me in exchange.

... it's probably a good thing we don't have a basement.

I got run off the road while running��. I am so tired of the share the road not being followed.

My mother was a constant talker. She came from a large Catholic family and said that the only time their house was quiet was when someone was sick. My SO, also from a large family, is similar. I'm practically a mute. I feel your pain.

I am writing about a peeve caused by me. Perhaps if I write it out, I'll stop this bad behavior.

There is one street corner on my way to work where I, when driving, fail to use my left turn signal. It is a bad habit in my brain. Today I was day dreaming, that turn signal was not on, and person opposite me had to sit and wait to see what I intended to do.

Slap me. I am annoyed when this happens to me and I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS BAD HABAIT!!!

Tired of sdrawkcab sginht gniod elpoep. I read English, which reads left to right, and they haphazardly post things jumbled up and expect that customer orders will be fulfilled correctly when they may need x before y.
In case your wondering what the heck the words are above, people doing things backwards.

Tennessee, oh wait I have already posted that as my peeve>:(

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Originally Posted by iris lilies

I am writing about a peeve caused by me. Perhaps if I write it out, I'll stop this bad behavior.

There is one street corner on my way to work where I, when driving, fail to use my left turn signal. It is a bad habit in my brain. Today I was day dreaming, that turn signal was not on, and person opposite me had to sit and wait to see what I intended to do.

Slap me. I am annoyed when this happens to me and I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS BAD HABAIT!!!

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I can relate. It's taken me years to finally slow down my driving - I was always speeding everywhere. And complaining about other people speeding. Doh!

i have a terror of hitting a pedestrian and yet consistently fail to check the right hand sidewalk before turning right out of a parking lot. My bad, may it never catch up with me.

The high price of good dog beds for orthopedically impaired old dogs.

In need of a total attitude adjustment the last few days. I don't WANT to be THAT person at work who is always bitchun about something... HALP!

Dear fashion designers,
I see why you can't put large pockets on skirts, but could we at least get proper pockets on ladies' trousers? Just big enough for a phone, some money and a handkerchief would be fine.
Or is it a conspiracy to make us buy handbags?

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Originally Posted by SiouzQ.

In need of a total attitude adjustment the last few days. I don't WANT to be THAT person at work who is always bitchun about something... HALP!

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I hate dealing with that person at work. However, I have to or find another job, because it is one of the two bosses at work, and it is brought one mostly by diabetic craziness (and refusal to visit a doctor/take medicine and give up alcohol). The other brother asked me to read his medical report and it doesn't look good. I think I am going to be taking over running the place before long, if the choice is made to stay open.

Yesterday someone started quacking (like a duck) at me while we passed on the sidewalk. Very very annoying. Tired of the insane asylum - figuratively speaking. It's not helping my sanity any either. And it's not always some obviously homeless person or something either, it's just you'll be walking down the street just wanting to be left alone, and quack quack or something equally bizarre. I don't know why. Only occasionally is the insanity enjoyable, only occasionally is it a glorious crazy, as when someone with a good (not great, no go-pro or anything, but quite respectable) voice breaks out into Folsom prison echoing against the walls walking to the car ("just to watch him die ..."), the person singing obviously also in motion, echoing down on all below from a changing location.

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Originally Posted by Seven

Dear fashion designers,
I see why you can't put large pockets on skirts, but could we at least get proper pockets on ladies' trousers? Just big enough for a phone, some money and a handkerchief would be fine.
Or is it a conspiracy to make us buy handbags?

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Exactly! Those useless pockets on my jeans drive me crazy. They don't even hold one handkerchief.

My mini-rant for today:
Replacement parts for my electric stove (circa 1985) are no longer available. It's too good to throw away. I've heard from friends who bought new stoves lately that they are disappointed with the quality, and getting only a one-year warranty.

I guess we will limp along with 2.5 burners* for now, til we figure out a solution. The old stove has solid iron elements... so nice to cook on, but they don't make solid iron elements any more. *One only cooks on one side of the element.

You are middle-aged - please don't turn to me in the restaurant and ask me how much to tip on your check. It's 3rd grade math.
(Many years ago I had a blind date at a restaurant turn to me and hand me the check and ask the same thing, saying he "wasn't good at math." - sheesh. Dealbreaker, No second date.)

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Originally Posted by Lainey

You are middle-aged - please don't turn to me in the restaurant and ask me how much to tip on your check. It's 3rd grade math.
(Many years ago I had a blind date at a restaurant turn to me and hand me the check and ask the same thing, saying he "wasn't good at math." - sheesh. Dealbreaker, No second date.)

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For some reason, disliking evem basic math seems to be "cool". As in "math is for nerds".
I tech at a university, and I had students who could not even give a raw estimate on how much 10% of something is.

Double batch of brownies, plugging mixer in and not checking that it was off first...let alone on high speed

I've become my mother, that's my peeve for the day.

I put things "carefully away" and forget where I put them. That used to drive me crazy about my mother.

I can't see the teeny tiny print on certain things and I refuse to believe that anyone can see print that small! I've always been nearsighted and can see tiny print, it's my talent in life! Don't take that away from me!!!! haha.

My neighbor, in the festive spirit of the season, has installed Christmas lights along his drive. His long, long drive. They are very bright and in fact look like the Northern approach to SeaTac. That would be fine if they weren't visible from my bed...Ho ho ho. :thankyou:

IL: I have the same probs. Too funny!

Gawd I know. Did you know that what looks like just a gray border on my checks actually says checkfreecheckfreecheckfree over and over, in what must be .1 font? I used to be able to SEE that. Never could see two feet past my face, but my eyes were like a microscope. Sigh.

Santa brought me a whalloping case of upper respiratory crud and the ensuing laryngitis...I tried my best to work yesterday in customer service where my voice got weaker and squeakier through out the day. Now I have NO voice at all and I called in sick at work this morning, which is a major milestone for me. Why do I still feel slightly guilty when I call in sick?????

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Originally Posted by SiouzQ.

Santa brought me a whalloping case of upper respiratory crud and the ensuing laryngitis...I tried my best to work yesterday in customer service where my voice got weaker and squeakier through out the day. Now I have NO voice at all and I called in sick at work this morning, which is a major milestone for me. Why do I still feel slightly guilty when I call in sick?????

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Please please please do not feel 1 ounce of guilt!
I thank you for keeping germs at home!!!!!
Feel more guilt for getting co-workers/public sick with crud.

Our employers can make us feel guilty. They once gave me a hard time about not having a doctor's statement when I was off 3 days for the flu. The next time, I came in on the second day and coughed, hacked and felt awful with a high fever. They were so afraid of me that the boss sent me home. This was preflu shot when I got the flu or other respiratory illness once or twice a year. There was never a reason to go to the doctor as I could fight it off and they had no drugs for a virus. I already knew how to treat the symptoms. I never abused my sick leave and had over 500 hours of sick leave when I retired.

SO NEVER wants to have people over. He is an introvert but his desire for no friends drives me nuts. I go out to meet with other people without him. I don't consider myself an extrovert but do require some contact with people and would like a few friends. Occasionally, he will say ok to having people over but ALWAYS finds something wrong with them. I don't think I am asking for too much. Just to go out eat once in a while with another couple and come back, and perhaps, play cards or a game. He is always personable to people but shows no desire to continue a friendship with anyone. He seems annoyed with me for trying to find compatible people. We are now retired and have time to get together with others. When we both were in the rat race it did not bother me as much. There was so much to do then and little time....

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Originally Posted by frugal-one

I go out to meet with other people without him. I don't consider myself an extrovert but do require some contact with people and would like a few friends.

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...and that is perfectly okay. You do not need to share all friends and hobbies - having something that you do without him isn't a bad thing.
I see how not being able to invite people over annoys you. But I think it would be feasible to meet the friends elsewhere, and your SO has some time for himself.

Day six of the cursed crud. Funny, even throughout all this, I've had nary a fever (one of the ways you don't accrue absence points at work is getting a doctor's note stating you have a fever, diarrhea, or vomiting). I happen to be going to the doctor on Monday anyway for my yearly physical but I doubt I can get a note for the CRUDDY upper-respiratory illness. In theory I *know* there has to be an attendance policy in a corporation as large as the one I work for, but it seems very punitive to me in some ways when you are trying to do the right thing by not spreading your germs. I really can't call off again today right before I take five days off next week to go to a wedding in St. Louis, in which I am the driver for my 83 year old mom. That's a 500 mile drive each way over a long weekend.

I can't wait for things to get back to "normal", the holidays over, getting back to the gym, etc, etc....

Part of my job is working in the back room marking items that are going clearance so that they can go out onto the floor. Stuff that needs to be marked has a blue clip. We change the prices and switch to an orange clip so if we don't have time to push them out, someone else will.

On Friday there was a tub in the backroom with about 10 lg. boxes of juice pouches, a bunch of toys and assorted other things. I scanned them all and more than half of the items were NOT clearance. Including the juice. I marked the clearance but didn't have time to push. I left an orange clip on and told one of the managers that it was ready to be pushed. That there was a combination of clearance and non-clearance. The juice is not clearance, etc.

I get to work on Monday and there is a blue clip back on the tub and even more stuff in it! So once again I mark the clearance items. I pushed those out onto the floor. But most of the items, including the juice and all the other things from Friday were NOT clearance. So I talked to another manager who said to put a GREEN clip on the tub. Green means this is supposed to be pushed out and put on the shelves.

I got into work today and the BLUE clip was back on the tub (the juice is still there) and there was even MORE stuff in it!!! Marked and pushed the actual clearance and talked to the manager from yesterday. He said he'd look into it and put the GREEN clip back on! This is so crazy!

Anybody want to bet that theblue clip is back on it tomorrow? LOL

I checked the backroom first thing this morning. The tub was GONE! Woo Hoo!! lol

I hate when people write "Viola" instead of "Voila".
The word for a surprise is "Voila", because "Voi la"= "Look at this!".
A viola is a musical instrument.

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I hate when people write "Viola" instead of "Voila".

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I hate it even more when I see people write wa la! (and I've seen this repeatedly) :~)

I hate when I'm finally getting out, even though it's -4 and I never know when my 14 year old car's failing transmission is going to finally die, and I don't know anyone in our little town to ask for a ride home if it did die, and I need a new car.............and then, on my way to town, my car begins roaring soooo loud I can hardly stand it. It won't go past 2nd gear, so I'm thinking it's the transmission, so I turn around and make it several miles home (out in the boonies), and when I get home, I see that my one back tires has exploded. :( Time to take the car to the hospice I guess......and be stuck at home for awhile. I hate when that happens.

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Originally Posted by CathyA

I hate when I'm finally getting out, even though it's -4 and I never know when my 14 year old car's failing transmission is going to finally die, and I don't know anyone in our little town to ask for a ride home if it did die, and I need a new car.............and then, on my way to town, my car begins roaring soooo loud I can hardly stand it. It won't go past 2nd gear, so I'm thinking it's the transmission, so I turn around and make it several miles home (out in the boonies), and when I get home, I see that my one back tires has exploded. :( Time to take the car to the hospice I guess......and be stuck at home for awhile. I hate when that happens.

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But on the upside, you got home safely...And you get a new car! (I feel your pain; I drove an unpredictable disaster of a car for years.)

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Originally Posted by Gina

When shopping on the internet, I want to know what shipping/handling charges will be fairly quickly. But way too many sites make you take the time to fill in a long form with your name/address/phone/email before they will let you know how much they will charge to get your purchase to you. I just hate that! So they make me waste valuable time filling in fast jibberish to find out what I want to know... And, yes, sometimes S/H is too expensive to place the order. I guess they think if I've gone that far, I'll click 'buy' anyway. Not so. If I have a choice, I will not buy from someone who makes me jump through those hoops. But sometimes it's necessary. Grr rrr rr

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Yes. And it would be helpful if they listed PayPal (or not) right up front. I'm not entering my personal information and CC# if I can help it.

Cold weather with no snow. What good is cold without snow. See I still am having a hard time with TN.

The general blahs. I spent the last eight weeks sick on and off, and desperately wishing for time without a parade of other people in it. Well now I'm fine and it's here and whoopdie doodle, I am completely uninspired to do a single thing.>:(

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Originally Posted by ctg492

Cold weather with no snow. What good is cold without snow. See I still am having a hard time with TN.

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35 degrees and rainy... it just seeps into your bones cold

Cathy, I am sorry that happened to your car! My husband's truck broke down on the 19th of December and we just got it back--first place said they didn't find anything wrong with it after keeping it for 2 weeks--and it literally had to be towed there.

It's so awful to wait and wait to go out here, until it's finally driveable, not snowing, not 4 below, and then have the car break down. We got out yesterday for first time in about a week and were out 2 hours when heavy snow started up again, so driving home quite the adventure.

I would love a snowless winter, or a horsedrawn winter. Either of those sounds great right now.

Okay--here it is; I been saving this one for awhile, but here goes. I've been stopping to observe--yes stare--at "people" doing this very annoying thing. I say "people" instead of "old woman", for basically the same reason that The Media frequently does not include the race of crime suspects if they are non-caucasian. The Media doesn't want to be accused of being "racist" and I am trying to avoid being "sexist" or "misogynist". Calling a critic one of those "-ist" terms is a favorite attack strategy of formerly-oppressed minorities. Where was I? Anyway, back to the Peeve: What happens is this typical "person", (and I've watched this play out dozens of times) will be in a grocery mart, and take a thinly wrapped perishable item or even something fragile, like noodles or tortilla chips, pick it up and fondle it and squeeze it and turn it over and over and roll it in their hands. They really like rattling that cellophane, I think. And here is the scientific finding as a result of my research: The longer they handle it and roll it around, the less likely they are to buy it! See? For clarification, if they pick it up and fondle it and rattle the sack so it gets my attention, there is but a 1 in 10 chance it will go in their cart. If they continue to rattle the wrapper and squeeze it and molest it, while mindlessly staring into space for another 30 seconds, there is a Zero (.000000)percent chance they will buy it. They will put it back on the shelf, smelling of that flowery perfume they dump on their body, to compensate for being a faded flower, themselves. See? Hope that helps you some. Thankk ZMNee. Next time: Same people, who take carts down narrow isles and block them while they molest bagged items, even though there is only one item and their purse in the cart. Later.