Po's Pet Peeves

So,this is a very busy time of work for me, and LOTS of my pet peeves seemed to be happening at work yesterday, so I thought I'd do a little "online therapy" and blog my top pet peeves.

6. People who fill out forms for the state conference, and in the fields that ask for address and email put either nothing, or "Indianapolis". That's it. Then, they get extremely ticked when they don't receive a confirmation. Hello - I'm not psyhic. I can't just intuit your address and zip code. And no, I'm not going to just "google it" and fill it in myself. I'm not your secretary. I'm not lazy. I'm simply not going to google 400 people's addresses who can't take the 5 seconds necessary to fill in their form.

5. Nothing burns my toast more than getting to the check-out line at the grocery, unloading all my items, and having the clerk look at me in a completely bored voice and hold up an item and ask, "Do you know how much this costs?" Um, no, I don't. Last time I checked, you were wearing the nametag here, not me; didn't realize it was my job to track down the prices of the items that I'm buying AT YOUR STORE. Of course, I never say these things. So the exchange always goes like this. Me, smiling nicely but secretly fuming, "No, I don't." Clerk - stares at me. I stare back at clerk with complete phony smile on my face. This goes on for at least 10 seconds. Clerk finally picks up her little phone and very disgruntedly (is that a word?) asks a fellow grouchy clerk how much it costs. I smile nicely all the while. It's the small victories that count.

4. People who call, leave a long voice mail demanding you call them back TODAY, and then don't leave their phone number. Okay, genius, I'll get right on that. I especially love how, when they inevitably call back indigant that you haven't returned the call, I always very innocently point out that without a phone number I had a tough time calling them back. It's things like these that entertain me during long days at the office.

3. Going to the grocery, only to see the new US Weekly or People magazine staring at me from the check out lines, beckoning me to read them. Why is this a problem, you ask? It becomes a real problem when I haven't received the magazine at home...AND I'M A SUBSCRIBER. I pay to get the scoop before everyone else, damn it. I always have an internal struggle...should I buy it? Of course not, it'll be coming in my mailbox! But I REALLY want to know what Jen really thinks of Angelina's comments in Vogue. But it will be here within a few days. But what if it doesn't? What if it's like the one time I didn't get my Entertainment Weekly with Jim Krasinksi from The Office on the cover? I held out, missed the magazine all together, and had to conact the publishing company to get it shipped to me, reading the artcile 3 weeks late. Oh, it is a pickle!

2. Text. Messaging. At. The. Movies. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! For some reason, this annoys me almost more than when people talk on their cell phones at the movie. It's so sneaky, like they think they're really pulling one over on us. I hate the damned glow of the screen, and the "peck, peck, peck" noise. For some reason, I become completely fixated on the rogue texter and can't pay attention to the movie. Honestly, what could be so important that you need to text during the movie? Unless you're in labor, there's no excuse.

1. PEOPLE WHO DON'T MERGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't even think I can truly put into writing how much this infuriates me. Driving along, you start seeing the arrows pointing "merge right." Overhead message boards say, "merge right." Ligtning bolts and thunder claps from God tell you to merge right. So, I merge right. And I sit in the line, creeping along, with all the other law abiding citizens, when out of the corner of my eye, I see the arrogant buttinski zoom by in the right lane, flooring it up to the front of the line, passing the 100 or so of us who merged right. This jerk wad then simply butts the nose of his car into the lane so that the poor person has no choice but to either let the cutter in or hit him. All I have to say to all you non-mergers is watch out. I'm saving up for a Hummer, and I'll hit you. I won't hurt you, but I'll hit you. Then whose laughing, huh?

Whew. I feel better. I swear I'm not really a negative person. It's just those few things that really burn me up! What are your pet peevess? Let loose...you'll feel better!