September 28th, 2005things that make me cranky, revisited
Out-of-office emails. Do you know what I’m talking about? The emails that people set up when they go on vacation—typically says, “I will be out of office until…. Please contact… etc.” We publish a newsletter three times a week and an update once a week to a rather large email list. Imagine the number of out-of-office emails that I get. Argh.
People who steal trashcans. Obviously.
My upstairs neighbor, who decided to start building a new bathroom (or something) at 5AM. There was hammering, lots and lots of hammering. And a chainsaw, I swear to god.
The Amazing Race, because they ALWAYS have at least one (this year three) annoying groups of people. It’s family edition this time around, and I swear to god, if I have kids that turn out like some of these kids.. kill me now. One family, mom, dad and two sons—holy shit, every time they came on, I had to change the channel. The anger and animosity caused me physical pain. I hate that. (Of course now I’m addicted to the damn thing and I already have chosen the families I want to win.)
The Internet and blogs. What, you say?! Yes. The Internet and blogs. Because you meet the most incredible people through this damn thing, but you don’t actually get to meet the people. Know what I’m saying? There should be a fund of some kind that provides for people who live whole continents and oceans away to meet in one location and have a damn party. (Something like this song.) Stupid Internet.
Can you tell I’m cranky today? Yes? Good. Please, join me in the ranting.
uhm.. i hate cobblestones and highheels. stupid boston.
i can’t stand people who decide they want another flipping flavor of coffee when there are already like 15 available!
Comment by wendykat — September 28, 2005 @ 10:50 am
WTF is with flavored coffee anyway?! They only add flavor because they need to hide the fact that they buy such bad beans.
Cobblestones and high heels—yeah. Stupid Boston.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 10:56 am
Imagine wanting to change the channel and then remembering the ratbags kids you’re watching are your own!
There’s no remote control for that!
I have actually met some wonderful Bloggers in the flesh, it’s worth doing if you can!
Comment by ms. mac — September 28, 2005 @ 10:57 am
Oh and why is Coffee-flavoured coffee not enough?
Comment by ms. mac — September 28, 2005 @ 10:58 am
Remote-controlled kids. Nice. 😉
And I don’t know why coffee-flavored coffee isn’t enough. What’s wrong with people, lol.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 11:00 am
i wish i had remote controlled clients, and i could mute them whenever i want.
Comment by the single gal — September 28, 2005 @ 11:04 am
And bosses.
Eh.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 11:37 am
my co-workers at my second job….1 out of every 4 of which have gotten their girlfriends (none of them married mind you and none of them ready for kids) pregnant! and for those of you who are wondering…it is 4 out of 11 total
Comment by andy — September 28, 2005 @ 11:37 am
Sheesh.
I hope it’s not viral. 😉
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 11:45 am
wow, i hope thats not catchy……can you please put a condom on before typing again?
Comment by the single gal — September 28, 2005 @ 11:51 am
ROTFL. SG!
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 11:57 am
hahaha
Comment by the single gal — September 28, 2005 @ 12:01 pm
I hate [Insert Here]
Comment by Augustus-Reed — September 28, 2005 @ 12:55 pm
i know… and the flavored coffee is weak!
i also hate working… especially when i want to be at home cleaning, painting, and primping for the arrival of my man… sigh. *squeal of joy with wallace and gromit excited hands…*
Comment by wendykat — September 28, 2005 @ 1:04 pm
Augie: Everything?
Wendy.. Yes. Working sucks. And when is the man arriving??
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 1:05 pm
My things that annoy me?
Got an hour?
lol
People who take their children out in public and then refuse to look after them. I’m sorry but I’m at a pub with my mates, I don’t think that your screaming squealing 18 month old is cute. Regardless of what you think, it’s annoying as hell.
I hate it when people change lanes and don’t use their flippin fracking buttmunchin turn signals!!! (can you tell I suffer from a small amount of road rage?) I mean after all people, how in the hell is it that if you don’t turn on your signal and I can’t slow down upon seeing that to let you over and the ensuing car accident MY FAULT?!?!
One last thing….Other peoples’ failure to plan and expecting it to be an emergency on my part. I mean really! Didn’t they get the memo that it’s all about me anyways?!?! lol
But seriously, those that expect others to kowtow and bend over backwards becauce they’ve “suffered” some perceived injustice. That sets me off almost as fast as anything will.
*phew* Thanks for letting me rant!
Hugs!
Comment by Shannon — September 28, 2005 @ 2:04 pm
I’d complain, but I prefer to be part of the solution rather than part of the problem.
Though, every once in a while, I fantasize about climbing a clock tower with a hunting rifle and just shooting people until the SWAT team finally arrives and kills me.
Coffee, anyone?
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 2:08 pm
Shannon, we need to go drink together. I can tell. It would be a freaking riot. lol Rant away. 🙂
Grampa… I’m driving getaway. Make sure there’s a big thermos of coffee.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 2:12 pm
the thing that made me the crankiest last week was the fact that i had been waiting all summer long for the season premier of Lost and just as it is about to play the weather here gets so incredibly bad that for the entire hour that it was supposed to be on they had weather updates and i had to stay up later than i wanted to in order to watch it….grrrrr
Comment by andy — September 28, 2005 @ 2:18 pm
Seriously Andy, if that’s what made you the crankiest your life is way too easy. 😛
Inirritable pain.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 2:24 pm
OK – just because I need an avenue to discuss my obsession with Nip/Tuck – their whole new idea to just pop out with a disgusting surgical scene without warning is not cool. Normally, we get signs the gross scenes are coming – they’re usually in the operating room, patient on the table, doctors talking to each other and then….. the music starts. That’s your cue as the viewer to look away. But in last night’s psychotic episode, they decided to just start a new scene, totally unexpected, with a giant ass all red and irritated with the biggest needle you’ve ever seen sticking out of the left cheek. No operating room, no doctors talking, and worse of all, no music. Bum lift without warning. Not cool. Not cool at all.
Comment by the coworker — September 28, 2005 @ 2:28 pm
Co-worker, you should find the nearest clocktower. Or threesome. Whichever works best for you.
I say clocktower.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 2:41 pm
CW… um. lol. OK.
I’m trying to decide at this moment which is better for her, the clocktower or the threesome. It’s all about me really, ’cause proximally I’m the closest being.
Clocktower. Definitely clocktower. 😛
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 2:46 pm
It’s true. We really are all the center of the universe.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 2:47 pm
Um, no, just me.
😛
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 2:51 pm
OK – so at first my gut said threesome. Shooting people from atop a clocktower wasn’t doing for me.
But upon discussing my threesome options with the insider via IM and after being highly entertained by her suggestions as to not only who I have a threesome with but how, I think I’ll go for the clocktower.
Damn you insider for thinking too hard about things.
Maybe while I’m up on the clocktower I’ll bring some binoculars and see if I can do some threesome peeping.
Did I just say that?
Comment by the coworker — September 28, 2005 @ 2:58 pm
Um… rotfl lmao.
I’m taking the fifth on this. I will not respond to questions re: any and all IM conversations.
And anyway, I was just trying to be helpful.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 3:01 pm
As your pseudo attorney who is not legally permitted to give legal advice, but has lots of legal experience (on both sides of the aisle), I suggest you say nothing, nod your head and smile knowingly.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 3:09 pm
Oh, and co-worker, stay away from the hippo.
He’s mine.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 3:10 pm
Ah yes. :::nodding sagely:::
Re: the hippo… um.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 3:11 pm
LOL – no worries. I’m more a fan of horses and giraffes.
Comment by the coworker — September 28, 2005 @ 3:12 pm
You two have so many problems.
Take your menagerie and meet up, lol. Could be highly entertaining.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 3:14 pm
That would be a fivesome. The co-worker, the Grampa, the giraffe, the horse and the hippo.
Insider, would you volunteer to video. We could make a fuckin’ fortune.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 3:23 pm
mmmm friday… noon. must annoint body in girly scents and pink nail polish… perhaps some flower petals about the abode? meh, he’s a boy, therefore the fridge is stocked with mulitudes of beer and we have a supply of bed linens and tarps.
just kidding about the tarps. kind of. no really.
Comment by wendykat — September 28, 2005 @ 3:26 pm
Grampa: Um… I’m really not sure I want to be around that circus.. but I’ll set up the camera and skedaddle, no problem.
Wendy.. yay! So cute. Tarps? So when I hear of a girl and a guy getting arrested for indecent exposure in Boston’s Back Bay, it’ll be you, huh? lol 😉
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 3:30 pm
no… cambridge… so maybe harvard square… oooh or boston common… hehehe. wait, what? no. i’m still pure as driven snow.
Comment by wendykat — September 28, 2005 @ 3:35 pm
And I’m the King of Spain.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 3:36 pm
Sure wendy darling.. the fishnets gave you away. 😉
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 3:37 pm
Insider, had you watched any good um “movies” in your young age, you’d know that the camera can’t possibly stand in one place. Cameraman must be very involved in the process. C’mon now.
And don’t lie to yourself. You really don’t want to be the camera person. You want in and you know it. What’ll it take? A Unicorn maybe?
Comment by the coworker — September 28, 2005 @ 3:40 pm
We’re up to seven.
I know a guy with a Unicorn…
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 3:42 pm
Um.. no. Thanks though. 😛
You two have issues that I cannot possibly begin to comprehend.
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Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 3:45 pm
But you’re a huge fan of the two of us … so what does that say about you? Ahem ahem.
And, sorry, your disclaimer doesn’t sit very well with me here in the next room. As the person who initiates the comments via your posts, you are undoubtedly, inevitably, hate-to-say-I-told-you-so a part of any and all conversations that take place here – in your blog. 😛
hehehehe – Love you 🙂
Comment by the coworker — September 28, 2005 @ 3:51 pm
uhm that’s not true… you are responsible for the stuff you write… so uhm, yea.
Comment by wendykat — September 28, 2005 @ 3:51 pm
OK, well I will take responsibility for what I write. That’s it.
Did I say huge fan? No, no I did not. But you two started it amongst yourselves. 😛
Wendy: 😛 Go pamper yourself for the boy. 😉
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 3:57 pm
Your comments are starting to rival the old Waxer Pathetic of yore.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 3:59 pm
I miss Harley.
:::tear:::
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 4:04 pm
lying won’t make him come back any faster.
Comment by wendykat — September 28, 2005 @ 4:06 pm
Hey. 😛 What’s that supposed to mean?
And I didn’t know you guys were playing over there!
I feel like the kid left out at recess. ::sniff::
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 4:10 pm
hehehe.
it was intended for hw if he stopped by.
well, you need to leave the safe confines of your own blog in order to experience the blogworld sweetie.
Comment by wendykat — September 28, 2005 @ 4:18 pm
Ah I see.
And I do.. but when y’all post, I get an email and can break from work to see what’s up.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 4:24 pm
My fucking neighbour decides to go on her heels the whole damn day till 2am and then again at 6 am. I dont need alarm clock actually but some day soon I will kill the battery of it. Does she know the word Slippers???!!!!!!
Comment by me, myself and I — September 28, 2005 @ 4:26 pm
No. The inconsiderateness. How rude.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 4:49 pm
I was smiling while reading all this, so no ranting from me today. Although my mum’s keyboard is a pain.
Comment by Anne — September 28, 2005 @ 5:33 pm
🙂 Glad someone’s having a good day. 🙂
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 5:36 pm
lol yes, nothing like the daily neighbourhood life. Gotta live in Laponia soon.
Comment by me, myself and I — September 28, 2005 @ 5:46 pm
Yes, I’m glad someone’s having a good day.
Grampa’s getting more and more crotchety as the day goes on.
Fucking corporate document whores.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 7:06 pm
Me: This is why I want to live on a deserted island. 🙂
Corporate document whores, hmm? Grampa needs a break.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 7:19 pm
Yes, when Grampa starts talking about himself in the third-person, then Grampa is having a bad day.
Grampa needs a break. Does anybody want to volunteer their leg?
Grampa’s a recovering leg breaker, but Grampa might have to relapse sometime before Friday.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 7:23 pm
Grampa’s pretty damn funny when he’s cranky.
I’d personally like to keep my legs, but I know a few I could send over? I won’t name names, but they deserve some damn broken bones.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 7:25 pm
Grampa wants the garbage can thieves.
Grampa would show them a good time.
For Grampa, anyway.
Comment by Grampa — September 28, 2005 @ 7:26 pm
Oh yeah.. them too.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 7:32 pm
i hate out of office replies as well. like thanks for automatically telling me you are clearly busier and more important than me.
Comment by anna — September 28, 2005 @ 8:39 pm
Exactly!
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 9:20 pm
Days when I keep constantly too many times saying “It doesn’t matter” to keep myself sane especially when it so much matters,
Comment by jean — September 28, 2005 @ 9:29 pm
Jean.. Oh yeah. I completely know what you mean. 🙂
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 9:34 pm
My goodness. That’s a lot of comments Insider :). It’s hard to read through them all.
I know what you mean about the continents apart thing. But, then in lots of ways its nice to have this conglomeration of spirits intermingling without any need for pretense or inhibition… I think people can be more honest with themselves and others this way.
+ I’m sorry you’re cranky. All that kicking trashcan stealing butt didn’t help, huh? Shucks.
Comment by Graham — September 28, 2005 @ 11:36 pm
Crazy, isn’t it? Apparently Wednesday is the cranky day for everyone. 🙂
Honesty is fabulous, but I want to drink with my people.
Comment by the insider — September 28, 2005 @ 11:55 pm
Screw you, lush.
Comment by grampa — September 29, 2005 @ 2:53 am
Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate that some of you may get together and drink, but there are some of us who no longer partake of the grape, so to speak.
Speaking for that minority, I say that we (and by we I mean me) demand to be present at this drunken muster.
Besides, it’s good to have someone like me around to drive your sorry asses back to the hotel.
Comment by grampa — September 29, 2005 @ 4:32 am
OK, my bad. That should read “I want to party with my people.” Better?
‘Course you’re going to be present Grampa. We always need a ride. 😉
Comment by the insider — September 29, 2005 @ 8:32 am
wow….i missed all the 3-some talk yesterday… Im very upset.. I feel like the kid who was out sick and feels left out on the playground the next day ’cause I missed all the good drama. =*(
Comment by the single gal — September 29, 2005 @ 12:08 pm
LOL.. it’s OK. I’m sure they can squeeze you in. 😉
Comment by the insider — September 29, 2005 @ 12:15 pm
will i fit? I mean throwing the unicorn in has complicated things.
Comment by the single gal — September 29, 2005 @ 12:19 pm
Hey that’s between all of you crazy people.. lol
Comment by the insider — September 29, 2005 @ 12:21 pm
well, will you be able to work the camera? and, quick question? If we decide to throw some ketchup in the mix, ya know, just for fun…..and it’s refrigerated……will you bug out?
Comment by the single gal — September 29, 2005 @ 12:29 pm
OK, first, I said I won’t be working any camera, lol.
And eww. Just eww. Gag.
Comment by the insider — September 29, 2005 @ 12:31 pm
hahaha, i think i say these things just for your reaction. lol
Comment by the single gal — September 29, 2005 @ 12:32 pm
mmmmm. Refrigerated ketchup.
yummy.
Comment by Grampa — September 29, 2005 @ 12:56 pm
😛
Comment by the insider — September 29, 2005 @ 1:02 pm