Don't you hate it when.....

At the time this seemed to sound like a good venting topic because it happened to me last night....

I hate it when I get out of the shower, I'm in a hurry, trying to get dressed, and my bra sticks to me, making it nearly impossible position it properly or to pull the straps over my shoulders.  aaarrrgh!!   :) 

or this...

I hate it when I'm driving on the interstate and there is only me and one other person on the highway who screams past me, veers back into the lane in front of me....then puts on his brakes.  Dope.

or this....

I hate it when I carefully try to open those stupid bags in the box of cereal and when it finally gives, it suddenly tears half way down the bag...

Your turn....

I used to play a game called "Your Turn" with a friend.  No questions asked, you just spit out various little secrets and say, "Your turn!" and the next person would go.  It was a great way of venting and we learned some cool things about eachother.  Whether it was silly secrets about colours or deep secrets about cutting, it was a great form of.. uh.. therapy?

Anyway, I hate it when I'm in the shower and some **** starts doing laundry or turns on the dishwasher and I first lose my water pressure, then lose my hot water, then decide to grin and bear a cold shower only to have my heat and pressure return when I'm turning the damned shower off.

I also hate it when the kittens are awake and I'm trying to sew.  They like to swat at the scissors as I cut fabric, tackle the ribbons or elastic bands as I pin, catch the needle on the machine as I'm sewing, and eat my pattern pieces.  I get it, you guys are cute, you want to play, but Mommy needs a new spring dress, okay?

I hate it when truck drivers come up on my left on a curve on the expressway.  I get nervous and freak out 'cause my left side is my week side and I honestly have no idea how I passed the vision test to get my learners permit.  I've got like zilch peripheral vision on my left side.  All of a sudden I catch a glimpse of a truck when it gets to a certain point and it freaks me out.

I hate it when some jerk leaves a spoonful of cottage cheese in the container and you're all excited to have it with your eggs for breakfast only to find there's like, a measly spoonful of cottage cheese and nobody has replaced it.  Nobody replaces it because they feel since they left a spoonful, they did not take the last of it.

I hate it when the closed captioning on my TV falters or when friends invite me over and don't put the closed captioning on for me.  Thanks for inviting me to SEE a movie and not HEAR it.  You wonder why I get bored and wander off to play with a critter.

I hate it when Alex tries to pull up my pants in public and takes my thong with 'em.  I like that he pulls up my pants, especially if my hands are full and my ass crack is showing, just leave the thong where it is.

I hate it when I lose something and find it as soon as I don't need it anymore.  *glares at the hair brush RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER that she could not find an hour ago and resorted to pulling her hair back with her fingers*

And I hate it when I wake up grumpy 'cause I make a lot of grumpy posts.  Why, because if I go somewhere else while grumpy I'll only stay grumpy longer and make mid-day grumpy posts.  And during mid-day I'll have a lot more to be grumpy about.

I hate it when I'm on the train going to work and I can hear horrible 80's music (or any other music for that matter) in someone else's ear phones.  I also hate it when people are on their cell SPEAKER phone on the train and you can hear both sides of an obnoxious conversation.  I hate it when I stub my toe in the dark or wake up from a charlie horse.  I hate it when everything I eat makes me bloated and my hands look like baseball mitts.  I hate it when people leave the b-room stinky just when I have to get in there to take a shower :(

I also hate it when the bottom of my pants get soaked in the rain and it feels like I'm walking around with ankle weights on. 

And, i hate it when the men in my family (father-in-law and brother-in-law) eat EVEYTHING not leaving a single morsel for me.  Even a whole box of fiber one bars and a loaf of pumpkin bread.  Seriously.  Stop eating and save me some!!  (and not the butt of the bread either)

I hate it when you've got 1 minute and 30 seconds to go to the bathroom at a swim meet and you've got to get your wet bathing suit, which is about 3 sizes too small so that it "doesn't drag you down," back up over your butt, hips, and shoulders. *sigh*

Swimchick I hate the swimsiut thing to.......

Try just moving the middle of the suit over and squirtin. Works for me.

I hate it when I get off the bus at the bus station at Rideau Center (busy busy downtown mall) and im trying to hurry to get to my next bus stop where the bus comes like 8 minutes after i get off the first bus, but my 2nd bus is like a 7 min walk away (if I hurry), and there's always a million and one slow-walking people in front of me, all crowded so I can't get through.
and then I get to the escalators and the people just stand there, not letting me get by because they take up the whole space. I have to go down two escalators usually full of people who just stand on it. I usually miss my next bus and have to wait like 20 minutes to half an hour for the next one.

i think that escalators should have a line painted down the middle of them, so one side can be for people who have time and can just stand on it and ride up/down, and the other side can be for people who actually really have to hurry somewhere or just dont want to stand and ride and can just walk up/down.

I HATE IT WHEN my kids wake up in a foul mood, and pick at each other all the way to school, so that I'm then in a foul mood before I even get to work.

I HATE IT WHEN I have an appointment and have to get to work late, and then there are no parking spaces. (I work at a University and parking is a b*tch.)

I HATE IT WHEN a dream wakes me up with only like 20 minutes to go before my alarm, and I know there's no way I'll get back to sleep before it's time to get up, and I've just lost 20 precious minutes of sleep.

I HATE IT WHEN I've got a plan laid out for the day, and someone messes with my plan. Doesn't matter what it is--don't mess with my plan. :)

I HATE IT WHEN it's a pretty day, and I'm all psyched and ready to take a long walk outside, and the weather changes (which happens a LOT in the Midwest).

I hate it when I've walked the dog for 30 minutes and right as we are only one house away from our own walkway, she decides it's time to poop.

I hate it that I started my exercise and diet program at the beginning of this week and today my supervisor plopped a cup ***FULL*** of Easter candy down on my desk.

I'm thinking I'll eat two Hershey Kisses and sacrifice the remainer to the almighty Trashcan Gods.

I hate the shower at my Uni house which has pretty much the strength of me pissing after a night out. I especially hate it when some knob has spent too long in it before I get in, used up all the hot water and I have to wash myself under the bath taps.

I hate it when I get out of the shower and someone's turned the heating off because they think there isn't anyone in the house, and I have to use my hairdryer to keep warm because my room is about -200 degrees.

I hatehatehate the people next door for not taking proper care of their dog so it spends hours sitting around crying. I especially hate hearing the noise and not being able to do anything for it.

I hate that my Mum lectures me on my weight all the time, even though she herself is obese (although) she has a gastric band. And I hate that she's passing on such bad eating habits onto my younger sister and brother.

 

Aaaaand breath out. That felt good :)

When you're walking around in socks and someone has been a bit too enthusiastic with the washing up so you step in a massive puddle and they were either your last pair or you have to put them on the radiator until they're dry and end up with a pair on each radiator of the house until you learn to put shoes on.

I hate it when my company who, despite their "wellness program" and committee, insist on having a table full of donuts at their monthly employee meetings.  I mean, I understand that not everyone is on a healthy eating plan like I am, but come on  - at least provide alternatives for people who don't want a frosting covered donut or Manhattan sized muffins and bagels.  Would it really be all that hard to put out some granola bars or cups of yogurt?  (And yes, I have put in a request to the committee to make that change.)

Aaah, that was refreshing...

I hate it when I advise a customer against purchasing a fish that I KNOW is not suited for their aquarium nor their experience level, they purchase it against my advice, and then come back complaining when it dies.

I also hate it when people are hanging around the store at 9:15, ignoring the intercom announcements that we're closed, and, when I approach them, inform me that they're "just looking".  I'm sorry, but you can "just look" when we open back up tomorrow morning.

I hate it when I've just clocked out to go on break, have holed up in the office, and suddenly every associate and/or customer in the store needs the manager for something.  The manager is not available.  She is hiding under the computer desk enjoying her lukewarm diet Coke dinner.

I hate it when a customer gets mad at ME that we don't carry the "xxxx brand lamb & rice formula dog food for large-breed overweight puppies with skin problems in the 45-lb bag".  Nevermind that we have that exact same, specific item in a 30-lb bag; that's just not good enough and is too much of a waste of money.

Don't get me wrong; I love my job.  But those are the things I hate.

I hate the shower at my Uni house which has pretty much the strength of me pissing after a night out

LOL that had me cracking up!

I hate it when you go to the laundry mat, and there are like 5 people waiting do their 4 loads of laundry each.

I hate it when my dad says he'll go to the grocery store to get milk, but he doesn't. Instead, he goes to all of the stores he needs to but doesn't go to Publix to pick up one measly half gallon of milk.

I hate it that my mom eats a quarter of a box of MY cereal in one sitting.

I hate it when people ask me if I want a peice of this or that food, and when I say no they ask why. Hello, it's because I don't want any.

I hate it when I reach my hand in a bag of fruit, grab a piece and hear "squish". Farewell appetite...

I hate it when I don't understand jokes or riddles right away and someone has to explain it to me.  By the time they're done explaining, it's usually not funny.

I second that CD! Or sometimes It just gets weird and all of a sudden you can cut the tension with a knife*.

I hate it when someone tells a joke and I don't laugh because I don't think its funny and they're Oh you dont get it? uh no...its just not that funny -_-;

*please do not carry knives. It is hazardous.

I Hate it when People make their children sleep at 8 PM.  The light is still outside, Poor Kids.  HA the night only begins at 8 for Israeli kids.  =)

I hate it when people that you know just stare at you and you just feel like punching them SO hard.  And then they still don't turn away but keep staring.


I hate People who always eat out every single day and never cook any cultured food.  just shows they're lacking a culture.

I hate how people here pretend to act "politically correct" until they realize that they made a big mistake.  Example: Barack Obama.  I will say no more.

I hate it when I actually take the time to take my lunch hour and go to the workout room in the office. I swear I will rip that @#$! phone off the wall if I keep getting paged! Gosh forbid should I take a freaking lunch hour! I don't care if we need a phone in that room. If someone is having a heart attack on the treadmill, I know CPR!

I hate it that it is the second day of spring and we are expecting 8" of snow tonight:(

I hate it that my local radio station won't be broadcasting Bob & Tom in the Morning come April 1st. And I refuse to pay for satellite radio!

I hate it when I tell people a horse I have for sale is "green broke" and still needs training and then they ask me if he is safe for their eight year-old daughter who just started riding last summer...."hello? did I not just say he still needs training???" I have little patience for ignorant horse people.

I hate it that my 15 year old Australian Shepherd is not doing very well and I just know I am going to be forced to make a decsion for him pretty soon.  I REALLY REALLY HATE THIS. I pray God will take this into his hands soon. I've had to put down alot of old dogs in my lifetime, and don't need anymore life lessons on this subject. Please, take him so I don't have to make such a difficult decision for my bff.

I hate that I can't sleep right now even though I'm tired as hell because I'm too damned busy WORRYING about the bastard who not only ate all of the cookies I had been wanting to taste for so long but left a bunch of disgusting beer in the fridge before he went.  Couldn't have left something that actually TASTES like beer?  Who the hell pays for stale water, huh?!!

And why am I even worrying?  I should be frickin' pissed!