Stop it!

February 28, 2008 at 2:35 pm (annoying) (, , , , )

Enough is enough. I fail to see why any person in their right mind sends an SMS before 7 am?

I am so gatvol of my phone I actually want to smash it to bits now. The reason? People sending messages at odd hours of the day.

I can understand if you’re asking for something or you desperately need something but sending me a message about friendship lasting forever at that time of the day is bound to make me want that friendship to end immediately.

This morning, at 6.45, my phone goes off and I immediately think something has happened. So when I read the SMS I nearly lost my mind. Lost it.

Anyone who knows me should know I do not function then. I’m still unconscious then for heaven’s sake!

Just because it’s an SMS and not a call it doesn’t make it any less intrusive. In fact, would you call me then? No, so why the hell send me a message. SMS is still communication, it still makes a noise and it still disturbs the person.

What should I do?

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All up in smoke

December 7, 2007 at 11:37 am (annoying) (, , , , , )

Is it just me or are more and more pregnant women smoking? I don’t know if it’s just the folk who haunt the smoking rooms on our floors but there are waaaay too many for it to be coincidence.

Far be it from me to judge. . .but it just seems wrong somehow. Don’t people know smoking is really, really bad for a foetus (yes, yes, I know it’s bad for everyone but see it in context ok)?

I can’t imagine why anyone who is going through all the effort of having a child would want to damage the child before its even born. It’s not as if we’re living in the ’40s where the health hazards were largely unknown (or very well hidden by the makers).

Heaven knows I know how difficult it is to quit smoking – and one day I will try again – but if you’re pregnant it should surely be enough of a reason no matter how tough it is.

Or are women still so stupid that they blithely skip over the health literature or are they too busy looking for expensive sneakers for the tiny tots who’ll be so stunted at birth they could wear those shoes for a year?

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Inspired. Motivated. Greedy.

November 19, 2007 at 6:20 pm (annoying) (, , , , )

I can’t believe this. They’re raising bank charges again? Come on people – are you serious? Surely Standard Bank don’t think we’re so stupid that we believe this baloney about inflation and competition being the reason.

Don’t they make enough money already and are they not already ripping us off? Note how they don’t comment on the Competition Commission’s investigation. Mmmm. . .maybe they know that they’re ripping us off on such a scale that they don’t dare say anything about it.

I really am appalled. What about poorer people who can’t afford these bank costs? What of them? I’m sure the CEO’s and those living off the cream of their profits will spare a thought for those people.

Sies vir julle.

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Me, myself and email

November 14, 2007 at 10:57 am (annoying, religion)

Mrs M wrote about those annoying forwarded emails we receive almost daily. Although I also find it annoying to have to face the deluge of emails that reveal I’ll die a painful death or something of the other if I don’t send it on, that’s not what annoys me most.

What really annoys me is the fact that people who know me should know better than to send me mails like that. Unlike Mrs M, I don’t believe in God. My friends know this so I can’t understand why they still send me messages detailing how wrathful He will be if I don’t send this on to ten friends.
One thing’s for sure: I should’ve died a million deaths by now given I delete those emails, which I fondly call crapmails, without a second thought.

I just don’t get it though – are the people sending this trying to convince me to believe in God?  Or are they feeling guilty because they only ever take note of Him when they need something (in the digital age, it’s clearly easy to worship by sending an email. . .). Or are they just sending it on because they fear punishment from Him if they don’t?

I’m not the person Mrs M refers to in her post but I make it very clear to people who send me God emails that I don’t want, like or appreciate it. If they want to take their religious views somewhere, they should try a church. But oh wait, that can’t be done by just clicking ‘forward’ .

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November 9, 2007 at 2:40 pm (annoying) (, , )

I just had the most irresistible urge to press all the buttons in the elevator now. Sommer just.

Earlier we had to stop on every single floor and I was one of the last to get off. Now, I was one of the first to get off and my fingers were itching to press the buttons so those people could be subjected to some of the frustration I’d been subjected to earlier.

But. . .common sense prevailed. Wonder what would’ve happened if I had though. . .

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Office space 1

September 25, 2007 at 10:18 am (annoying, colleagues and friends)

There’s a woman in my office who drives me nuts. She’s got that whole passive-aggressive thing down to a bloody fine art.

I don’t know why she feels the need to get on my nerves but she does. Not only does she have an irritating way of creeping up on a person, she has a snippy comment for everything. It’s not even so much what she says (ok, maybe it is) but also the way in which she says it. What have I done to her to make her hate me so?

For example, I got a lovely new desk which happened to be bigger than the normal desks. I hadn’t asked for it but was delighted with it anyway. And nobody really noticed how big it is until I turned it around and revealed its size.

Anyway, Madam comes in and makes a remark about me having such a big desk moments after I heard I had to move again, leaving the desk to someone else. I told her I’d be losing the desk and every single opportunity after that she’d come in to ask if I still had the desk.

Hello, of course I still have the desk if I’m sitting behind the goddamn thing!

I’ve decided to not let her get to me. I just wish she’d stay out of my way as I actively try to stay out of hers. It’s not even as if I disliked her from the word go – it’s just the more she said the more she irritated me.

I want her to leave me alone.

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And speaking of airports…

September 18, 2007 at 9:58 am (airport, annoying, SAA)

I shouldn’t be surprised. In fact, the hassle was so much less than it usually is but that doesn’t mean I’m any less annoyed with SAA.
After getting up at an ungodly hour and inconveniencing my partner who still had to work a night shift, I was not in the mood for the airline to give me grief.
I had to fly to Jozi for work and hadn’t booked the ticket myself but had been assured all the necessary info had been faxed to SAA’s people. This is a brief rundown of events.

Lady at check-in: Please go to reservations and sales for credit card confirmation then come back.
Lady at reservations: It seems your documents are missing.
Me: Missing?
LAR: Yes, missing. It says here it was faxed but now it’s missing. You have to phone the person who booked the flight to fax the documents again.
Me: Um, I spoke to her a few minutes ago and she said it had been faxed.
LAR: Yes, here is a note that it was faxed but it went missing so she must fax it again.
(I phone the lady who booked the ticket. She had faxed it twice but said she’d do it again). 
Me: She’s faxed it again.
LAR: I can’t see it. We can’t give your ticket until she’s faxed it. (All the time smiling politely).
Me: Well, it’s almost boarding time. Why can’t you find the documents? And where did it go missing anyway?
LAR: I don’t know. We had it then it disappeared. She’ll have to fax it again.
Me: You just lost three versions of the same thing? How is that possible? (Trying to be polite…)
LAR: Oh, I don’t know. It’s just gone. These things happen.

NO! These things do not just friggin happen. Why are you making the fact that you people lose my documents MY problem? I’m not the incompetent retard who can’t file a fax.
Oh hell, I give up. I was eventually put on the plane without the documents.
I hate SAA.

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Pointless people

August 20, 2007 at 9:10 am (annoying, private personal space)

People annoy me. Ok, not all the time but there are days when I just don’t get the point of people. A few examples this weekend again reminded me why I wouldn’t be sad if I had to sit alone in a room for most of my days.
And dear reader, I kid you not, this in just two days. Just two.

At the cinema: If you’re paying to see a film why the hell do you play around on your cellphone and chat in a dark cinema? Go away. I want to see Homer be dumb without having your annoying voice/light in my space.  

At a mall: Don’t move my stuff out of the way if I’m ahead of you in the queue. Wait your turn. Don’t stand so close to me. And, PLEASE, don’t cough on me while you’re moving my stuff to put your hideously kitsch teddy bear on the counter.

On the road: If you don’t understand the meaning of “safe distance”, let me point out you will fuck into my car if I slip even a centimetre. Do you understand that? When I roll forward to get away from you it does not mean I want to get closer. My car is not some Main Road prozzie looking to get her bum rubbed by you.

In the bakery/restaurant: Lady, what part of I-was-here-first did you not get? I. Was. Here. First. That means you have to wait until I am done before you can be helped. Do not scream at the girl behind the counter because she was helping me. She was doing her job and you, fake tan and all, are a waste of human space. 

At the garage: Is your big-ass, killing-the-environment vehicle trying to compensate for something else, Mister? Don’t bully us little cars just because you’re in a hurry. The pumps aren’t going to run away you now.

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Going down

August 13, 2007 at 11:35 am (annoying)

I’m going to slap the next one who does it. Ok, I probably won’t but hell I would like to. What is up with people who take the lift one floor up. Or worse: one floor down.
I can’t tell you how much it enrages me when someone does that. Even if it’s two floors you could walk but I won’t moan too much about that.
But what, pray tell, what reason could you have for taking the lift down one floor. It’s okay if you’re in a wheelchair, have a trolley or three cups of coffee in your hand. I can understand that.
But if you’re (reasonably) young with nothing in your hands why would you do it?
What really gets to me is when the offensive person gives a half-embarrassed smile accompanied by a “I’m lazy, I know. Sorry.”
Sorry my ass. I don’t want your apology. I won’t accept it.
On the few occasions when I’ve actually made my displeasure clear said person actually got angry with me and made as if I’m some kind of social reject trying to infringe on their basic human rights.
If I was a smart scientist type person I would invent a lift that couldn’t go up or down one floor. I’d only have one lift that could do that, kinda like the disabled toilets you get in malls and such.
Or I may just end up slapping somebody.

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Rain on my parade

August 3, 2007 at 8:49 am (annoying, bad driving)

Look here, what kind of asswipe must you be to stand in the middle of a main road in the dark in the rain? When it comes to rainy conditions I’m not one of those people who hoot and revs impatiently when someone is trying to cross the road even when it’s my turn to go.
I am in my car, after all, and they’re in the wetness. So I let them pass.
But when people stop in the middle of the road I have five mini-hernias. Last night I headed to my humble abode, taking a turn into a main road and some loser just stood there. Stopped. In the middle of the road. WHY?

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