I live with one and he denies that he did it. Clear the time people! |
Oh God. I labeled our kitchen junk drawers. Flashlights, Scissors, tools/measuring tape, office/pens. One day my son and husband were talking about im sooooo fussy that I label the drawers. I was like WOW. I had to explain to them that I am not fussy, I had to label the drawers because they don't understand how to put things back where they found them and I was so so so tired of the constant search for missing household supplies. Every day either I was looking for something or they were asking ME where something was. My husband would use something, then leave it ANYWHERE in any room. One time I saw him putting an envelope with $100 cash into a drawer of the TV stand. I told him no, put it somewhere logical, like in your wallet or in the drawer where we keep the check book. It doesn't occur to him to put like with like. He would never have remembered to look for money in the TV stand drawer which we never open ever. I couldn't believe they thought I had labeled the drawers because I was fussy. |
When someone calls my office to ask for the address or email address and instead of writing it down, they type it into their phone. But their phone autocorrects so they have to ask me to repeat it again and again. AND THEN, they read it back to me and they're still wrong. Get a damn pencil. |
I'm totally cool with ROYGBV. Just get the order right, FFS. No blue next to red. It makes my inner Lisa Franke cry. |
Lol it doesn't make you sound like a jerk. But they're thinking "dear God, I've heard that joke thousand times today, get me out of this hell" as they politely fake chuckle. It's a stupid customer service game played on both sides. I have to talk to people on the phone in a customer service roll but I don't have a script and I refuse to engage in that banter. All I want is for the client to be polite and provide me with the information I ask for (and only the information I ask for) and neither of us will need to be fake nicey nice with each other. Getting off track here but I find myself wanting to say (or trying to find a nice way to say) "my next question is to be answered yes or no without further explanation...) Or "what is your current address? And by that I mean what is the address of the home where you reside regardless of who you live with, why you live there, when your wife kicked you out, when you go to court for custody, how much your mom charges for rent and when you expect to have your own house again...I don't need any of that information for God's sake just give me your address. " |
I felt this whole post. Living with other people (my family) who touch and move my stuff. Infuriating. Then ask me where it is. |
Selfcheck out at overpriced grocery stores. |
I don't mind walking around the store but the professional shoppers are so much more efficient than me and, if I don't go inside, I don't make silly whim purchases. Also, not PP but equally annoyed at those who use the pickup spaces. They are clearly marked. |
My mom making French press coffee so excruciatingly slowly. The coffee beans are ground for exactly 60 seconds, and then the grounds are precisely measured before pouring them into the press. Then we start the water heating -- not before, and not in one of those kettles that boils water quickly. Some time later, the water finally boils and we pour it into the press, slowly and carefully. Then we stir the water v-e-e-e-r-y slowly, and then we let it steep, stir again, then slowly press. I WANT MY COFFEE DONE, NOT PERFECT! |
Did you tell him his mom was serving him spaghetti sauce and passing it off as chili? |
That's also hot dog chili versus chili beans. |
Semi-related to this: the last few time I've flown, there are very few employees working, so there are massive lines. OR there are 5 or 6 employees but the are having a lengthy group conversation before they get to their stations. Meanwhile, people are waiting in line, watching the airline employees kibbitzing. |
I can't stand people who come to an almost stop really far away at a stop light and then spend the next minute or two inching forward. I stop and then refuse to move. I'm not riding my brakes for that. |
How long are you waiting until you eat your sandwich?!? |
Or if there's a way to turn right on red but you can't get up there because they're blocking it so you have to wait for the green when you would have been able to turn before. |