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More and more often lately, I find myself getting royally pissed at everyday things, idiots and the general futility of it all. I don't consider myself old, but I can see myself heading down the dusty, narrow, rutted dirt track of thousands of grumpy old men before me.

So I started making a list.

(if you're not looking for a generally pointless wingeing rant, this is the bit where you click something else - you've been warned - don't complain later)

1. Idiot drivers
1a. Idiot drivers who still haven't figured out that a hands free kit is not only a legal necessity if you want to talk on the mobile phone while driving, it also makes it a shitload easier to talk and put on makeup/eat a cheesburger/read the paper/take notes/smoke if you've got a handsfree kit. Truckdrivers and housewives with unrestrained kids in the car - I'm looking at you here.

1b. The indicators are there for a reason, dickheads. So is that little warning light on the dash that says a brakelight bulb has blown. If you haven't got the little warning light, how about you take the initiative and check that your fucking brakelights work. I mean really, most cars have three brake lights these days, so how useless are you if you've let all three fail?

2. Mobile phones/phone reception. I already have a digital camera, internet and email access, an am/fm radio etc. I don't need another second rate crap one in my phone. How about making a thing that's just a phone, but at the same time, a GOOD phone, not jam-packed with all these bullshit un-necessary functions. And, how is it that you can be within direct line-of-site to a phone tower (that I know for a fact is the carrier that i'm with) and still suffer drop outs in exactly the same spot each time?
Here's a tip for you, Nokia - take out the extras and put in some mega big signal reception diode dealies and circuits and shit, and make it so the phone actually does what it was meant to do in the first place.

3. Graffiti. What has happened to good, politically motivated graffiti? It's been years since I've seen anything other than pointless, illigible tagging and ghetto inspired (albeit sometimes very talented) work. Taggers have to be the lowest possible form of human existance that still maintain the ability to walk upright. Suddenly "Foo was ere" looks like high art, at least you could read it.

4. Ricers/chavs/bevans. That big ass, indervidual rear spoiler you've stuck on your front wheel drive, underpowered shopping trolley of a car doesn't make you cool or phat or indervidual. It doesn't make you go faster either. Neither does the 60 kilos of subwoofer/amp in what's left of your boot space. And the fart cannon exhausts and under car neon lights - wankers' plumage - you're on the list too.

5. IT support staff. There was a time, about 15 years ago, when you were the only one who knew how cool it was to have a 57 terrabit gigafast server with a gazillion kb of ram, and you could avoid our (ie. the users)gaze and scutter off to your cubicle to play Doom and ignore our requests for email access fixes and other general help, such requests being, naturally, beneath your masterful abilities and not worthy of even a millisecond of your precious time. That time has passed. Remember that "Communication" subject you ignored at university? Time to dig out the old textbooks ( or just fucking Google it) and see what you're missing out on. BTW chicks dig eye contact, they don't dig Doom hi-scores.

6. Local idiot politicians. We've got a state election here in a couple of weeks, so every morning and afternoon, and all day on weekends, we get to see the local candidates standing by the side of busy roads, flanked by a couple of their campaign signs, waving at us. This does not make me want to vote for them. I don't consider waving an important ability for a politician. Waving is an important ability for those guys with the orange ping-pong bats that guide in planes, not political candidates. Go and do some community work, dickheads. Take a camera crew and the local media if you have to, but get the fuck off my footpaths. The only thing that these waving wombats have convinced me of is that they are so much uglier in the flesh than they are in their campaign signs. Stop it now. You're on the list.


I'm sure there'll be more. Feel free to add you own.

Excellent!

I have one for you:

Grandma Jo and Grandpa Fred dragging Taylor and Tyler and Skyler and their little bowl haircuts (complete with tail) to the grocery, bank, fast food places, utitlities office, post office, etc at high noon, taking their time, seeing the sights...when those of us with JOBS have a schedule. Worse yet are the welfare moms in dirty sweat pants making their daily appearance at the convenience store, snotty nosed kids in tow, arguing over whether the kids can buy 3 snicker bars or just 2 snickers and some Cheetos. If I were them I would make these little jaunts about 2 a.m. so no one could see my wretched existance, rather than flaunt it like they've accomplished something.

Jobless people should not be allowed to frequent above mentioned places between 11:30 a.m. and 1 p.m.

PS: I chose those names at random. Resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is strictly coincidental. :rolleyes:

I'm with you on #4 man. Last weekend Jackie and I spotted a spoiler on an Audi TT. It looked utterly vomitorious. I'm sure if the vehicle is driven fast enough to make the spoiler have any effect, it'll just rip off the entire rear hatch. Nothing is more offensive than taking that beautiful German design and bolting a handicapped-stall handrail to it. It's like putting a red acrylic border around the Mona Lisa.

I see a lot of the added spoilers around here, usually on a Honda Civic. My favorite part is the big old Frankenstein looking bolts sticking out of the trunk. And what is up with the ugly, tacky, paint jobs? Hasn't anyone ever heard of simple elegance?

So I see these cars that are going so fast that not only do they need spoilers to keep from flying off the ground, but there are flames shooting out of the side panels. Sheesh! Does this call for a certain suspension of disbelief, or just lots of acid?

Here's mine for the record. Not that I'm not a people person or anything.

1. You live in a city. You have heard random city-noises before. Just because the bin-men have toppled a wheelie bin while trying to empty it into the bin lorry it does not mean you have to turn and stare. Ok, once maybe, but don't keep checking over your shoulder every five steps to check on the progress. When you do, you slow down and that means I have to keep stopping. You're already commiting the ultimate sin of Getting In My Way, stop compounding it with your meerkat looky-loo impression before I have to tut at you very loudly. Or go and live in a village. Idiot.

2. Don't stand on the pavement outside Marks & Spencers, holding hands while you say your goodbyes. You are blocking off TWO doorways, and the pensioners who want to go in and buy expensive ready meals and complain about how they have no money are forced to wash around you. You have taken what I thought was the ultimate sin of GETTING IN MY WAY and multiplied it by showing off the fact you are having more sex than me.

3. You are standing on the wrong side of the bus stop. You've ambled up casually and are now standing at the head of the queue. Think about it numbskull - people don't queue with their backs to the traffic, or they would not be able to see the bus coming. Don't assume you can amble onto the bus in the same way - I know I was here first. If you try to take the seat I wanted I will be forced to take petty revenge.

That's pretty much my whole list right there.

7. Folks whom choose to select their new mobile phone ringtone in cafes. First against the wall when the revoultion comes. (thanks Doug) I wonder how that novelty ringtone will sound eminating from your fundamental orifice. The only exception to this rule will be when fat folks choose the Lone Ranger (William Tell?) theme and have to run to get and answer the phone when it rings. For some reason I find this irresistably funny.

8. Fat arsed middle aged women who chose to have their family reunions in supermarket aisles, whilst standind behind their strategically angled shopping trolleys. Welcome to the list.

9. Phlebotomists. I know they're necessary. I'm sure they're nice people, but I don't like them. Ouch. It's not my fault my veins don't easily give up their treasure.

10. Colleagues who leave printers/ photocopiers jammed, out of paper, out of toner and otherwise unusable. I don't care if you're paid more than me and therefore think your time is more valuable. I did NOT go to Photocopier University and am therefore no better qualified than you to stick my arms into a hot machine with sharp blades to retrieve a piece of paper. I like being good at things and if you'd come to ask me I wouldn't have rolled my eyes, I'd have helped. Instead you sent all your black & white printing to the much slower colour printer, which susequently ran out of toner and meant I couldn't get my mailout done because I really needed colour on my Drugs "Traffic Lights" mailout. And yes, I know I'm ranting.

I can't think of anything to bitch about:eek:
Ever since I stopped waitressing I've lost the urge to complian and rant. No, I'm not on medication!
I did cry for about an hour Tuesday, though. It was my 30th birthday. :neutral:

That's awesome, Stacey. I'm glad things are going well for you.

I think Jim Gaffigan has the best list ( I think it's him, anyway)

1> Others.

Yes!

This good idea!

Good! Good!

Ogg make more art now.

Ogg say this poignant juxtaposition of innocent beauty encumbered by visual metaphor for sterile post-modern society.

Good! Good!

Ogg must go wait now for grant from John D. and Catherine T. MacArthur Foundation.

I agree with everything everyone said here. Especially dumb drivers. ugh Now, I work for an office supply superstore, and the one thing that really ticks me off is people that can't get thier computer, printer, whatever working, and they blame it on us. I had one guy come with his laptop and was having problems with the charger. He said he'd never buy another Staples laptop again. (It was made by Compaq. Never knew Staples made laptops!) I love stupid people.

Dumb drivers - special category "Tourists". yes, I know I live in a beautiful rural area with lots to see from the road, and I know that you tourists pay my wages, and I'm glad you come here, I really am, and I totally understand why you have to drive at 15-20 miles per hour along these twisty roads, they're twisty and you need to look at all the beauty around you not at the the roads, after all ... but WHY must you move to the middle of the road, or speed up, when the road straightens up to one of the few places where I can actually pass you safely? And a special prize for the git who stopped on a hairpin bend (literally, road turns through 130 degrees) yesterday. WHAT????????????

Everyone should be made to work in a restaurant for at least a week, once in their lifetime. I could compile an entire novel on the stupid things people do when they go out to eat, but I'll just share a few of my favorites with you here.

-It's Friday night, around 7:30. The parking lot is overflowing with cars, people are standing around, waiting in any available square foot of free space, and all the waiters appear as though they're going to rip off the head of the next person who asks for extra dressing. You walk in with a cute little smile on your face and ask me, "Are you on a wait?" Alright, fine. So you have zero common sense, I can get over that. "How long is the wait?" Okay, so your brain cell count is somewhere down around 5... "Oh, it's going to be 45 minutes or more? I don't think we can wait that long, we have to go blow bubbles up our asses." And all the while you're standing there debating which is more important - eating or the bubbles - a line is gathering behind you of people who actually want to enjoy an enchilada, and aren't idiots.

-Please please please do not EVER go into another restaurant and ask to sit at a different table than the one the host leads you to. Not only do you screw up the seating rotation that we have so diligently created, but you've pissed off the host, the server who was to serve you in the first place (by taking away potential tips) and the server who now has to put up with your ugly face (he's probably been double-seated now, meaning that he has to go into overdrive to take care of your million requests, plus those of his other 623 tables). Oh, and you don't just want any other table, you want a booth? FINE. I only work at this job for the scenery anyway. Seating you is definitely not high on my priority list.

-We have a patio area where I work, and when the weather is nice, it's usually full. However, sometimes the weather is not nice, therefore we don't seat out there, therefore there are no waiters to take tables out there. When it's overcast, theatening to pour, and about 99.99% humidity in 100 degree weather, you're not going to get good service on the patio. First, I have to find a waiter willing to take on the extra duty of picking up your table outside. When I finally give up my liver just to get that accomplished, you have changed your mind, and have decided to move inside. Only as long as I can slap that questioning little smile off your face first. Oh, what's this, we're on a wait? Yes, you'll have to go on the end, because all these other people are smart enough to see that it's going to rain. Just don't ask for a booth, or I'll quit.

Brooke, while I empathize mightily with how stupid the general public is (and I did wait tables for 6 years) I get a little testy when the restaurant is NOT busy and they try to seat my party at a shitty table (next to the kitchen door, next to the bathrooms, in a shitty little squeezed up area) when there are PLENTY of booths around. It's my money, after all. I'm a great tipper if I get the service that I would have provided the guest had I been the wait person.

If, and only if the restaurant is not busy, requesting a better table is okay. I actually had a lady ask me why, when there is no one there, she always gets seated in the back of the restaurant. At the time, there were only two servers on the floor, and one was in the front and the other in the back. Of course, she didn't want to sit in either section, and had to go to three different tables before she found one she wanted. When I tried to explain to her the concept of bringing waiters on in stages, she looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Well why don't you just have them all come at the same time so that people can sit wherever they want and not have to worry about there being a waiter in that area?"

Thankfully, I don't have to work this afternoon.

The struggle, in any business, is that management has provided adequate staffing to respond to the needs of customers. Management wants to spend as little on payroll as they can get by with, before service suffers, or disgruntled employees cause other types of problems (like high turn-over). The employee is caught in the middle of this equation, responding to the needs of the customer with limited resources.

As frustrating as it is, it's not the customer's fault.

Oh, service is already suffering. From wait staff to paramedics to nurses on the floor to firemen, service is suffering mightily.

That isn't really what I meant. "Before service [provided to the customer] suffers..."

No, no. I didn't mean that wait staff, nurses, etc. are themselves suffering (though they are) I meant service to the customer is suffering.

And you're correct, it's not the customer's fault. I'm actually a pretty patient person, thus allowing me to put up with this job for as long as I have, and even enjoy it sometimes. It's only the people who seem to have zero clue about how the world works that truly upset me, even with as much as I may rant about the restaurant business as a whole. But there will always be dumb people, no matter where one works/lives... thus the point of this thread, I suppose.

If you can't seat someone to serve an enchilada in 45 minutes, I think the customer has a right to discuss with their party whether your enchiladas are worth waiting 45 minutes for, or if they should seek a meal elsewhere. That's how the world truly works outside your corner of it.

Why worry about the other people in line?...after all, you can't seat them anyway.

If you have such contempt for your customers, maybe you should consider a line of work with less customer contact. I'm sure the back of the house can find you something to do making enchiladas. Perhaps you can discover the recipe secret that would make them worth waiting 45 minutes for the privilege of ordering them.

All I can rant about is stupid drivers. I have never waited a table in my life and I refuse to start. I understand about their frustrations though and rarely do anything to piss them off and tend to tip above 20% unless the waitperson is REALLY bad. For excellent service 50% is not unheard of.

Tonight, I nearly killed about a hundred motorists coming down I70 into Denver.

Not that *I* did anything wrong, but my brakes were just barely hanging on, it was too dangerous to try to stress them enough to stop, and all the while I'm trying to cool them enough to slow me down enough to keep my tach out of the redline. And here we have Joe Motorist, tailgating me through a cloud of brake smoke. If that wasn't enough of a warning of a truck about to run away, he passes me (no signal of course), then rides along my drive wheels (a HUGE blind spot), finally gets up the speed to finish passing, CUTS ME OFF!!!!! (again, no signal) and as soon as he's safely ten feet away from my bumper, HITS HIS BRAKES!!!!!!!!! Then he looks confused as to why I am hanging onto my air horn and flashing my lights and screaming at the top of my lungs to get out of there before he dies a horrible crunching death and is sent home in a Baggie!

Repeat as needed to age the trucker to Methuselah class.

I pulled into a truck stop a few miles from the foot of the last mountain with my brakes still smoking, manage to park in such a way as not to need to set the brakes (for fear of welding them to the drums, yes they DO get that hot) and go in to sit down, do deep breathing exercises until I calm down again and commiserate with the other drivers who can feel my pain. I was not the only driver with overheated brake linings there, which is about the normal state of things in this area. The winner of the hard luck stories was a driver bringing a D11 (a HUGE earth moving machine weighing over 200,000 lbs) up and over at ten mph, with escort.

I could go on and on about the dangerous things some motorists do around trucks but you'd all get bored.

Off to sleep!

Brian

Brian, were you possibly hauling... bananas?

On a more serious note - I feel sorry for truckers. Most drivers are idiots and have no concept of mass.

People being rude and shouting. That really annoys me. It especially annoys me if the person on the recieving end was just trying to do their job. I don't see how it helps to shout at someone.

Assholes I find sitting in MY yard, on MY lawn furniture, fishing in MY pond when I come home. And yes, it is clearly posted. One of these days......

Why are they in your yard?

Capn, you need a big nasty dog!!

RIGHT BUT! He'd have to hire one of those assholes to feed the dog.

:litebulb: I'm kinds feeling like that person needs to be me.
oh and as a plus! I already have a nasty ankle biter sitting right here with me! :cool:

My list was going to be people that say "my,my. my" and let assholes sit all over thier furnture when they ain't home. :p

Co-workers who sit around on their lazy asses all day taking credit for everything you do and then complaining to the boss that you don't work hard enough or long enough

Bosses that beleive those co-workers just because they have senority

The hell with senority! I'm the most junior member of the staff and they're not hiring any time soon so I'm stuck that way!

I think we've all been there 42!


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Those women who don't have normal womanly wiles when they try to flirt. They tease and cajole. They are called charming and gracious but online they flop horribly. Damn I hate those kind of posters!:p

6. Men's fashion/clothes stores.

(I'm male, hetro, 32, 5'10" 83kg and wholly un-remarkable)

I went clothes shopping on Saturday. I haven't really done any serious clothes shopping for a couple of years, just a few bits and pieces here and there. Either times have changed dramatically, or I'm getting old and ludicrously unfashionable, cause this was not like anything I've seen before.

Firstly there are the vacuous, waifish, underfed, metrosexual, "half-fruit", wearing-their-little-sister's-jeans, androgynous shop assistants who either ignore you completely (ie "you're too old and un-fashionable to be in here, sir") or fawn unashamedly over you in such a way as to be completely unbelievable in every single thing they say ("oh wow!! like you look gr8 in that!!! Hay Taylaha, like, doesn't he look like, egr8 in that shirt?! like aw wow!!"). And why does the dance music have to be so loud that YOU HAVE TO SHOUT LIKE AN IDIOT TO ASK ANYONE ANYTHING?

And then there's the clothes themselves - When did men* start wearing "Slim Fit" shirts? When did "plain" start meaning "slightly-fewer-stripes-and-logos-than-everything-else"? And why do I need to wear shirts with the name of some American university I've never been to on the front? Why do many of these shirts have so many badges and other bits of stuff stuck on them as to resemble a three year old's collage art? And isn't wearing some huge made up logo for some product/thing/place that doesn't exist even worse than wearing a logo for something that does? Surely they're not trying to be ironic - those vacuous little twerps wouldn't know irony if it hit them in the head.



Yes, I know, it really is just me getting old, unfashionable and grumpy.



...somebody give waif-boy a sandwich - he looks like he's gonna pass out.



*as opposed to: vacuous, waifish, underfed, metrosexual, "half-fruit", wearing-their-little-sister's-jeans androgynous shop assistants.

Oh, Hagar! I so feel it! I've two teenaged boys and the 16 year old will ONLY buy clothes at Abercrombie and Pretentious or similar. I HATE going to those phoney-ass places. I loathe the eardrum melting volume of the jungle music, the 'assistants' and the whole attitude. hate it! How is it a 20 year old making 6$/hr gets to be so haughty??? HUH?

I would like to add umbrella boy to this list. There are ten seconds left in the criterion (bike race). Wouldn't you suspect the the people in the grandstand by the finish line are interested in seeing the final sprint? Why open your umbrella and move at that moment?:mad:

No really, I am sure you were at one of those trendy places? It would be about the same as me trying to fit into Hot Topic. A very enjoyable read Hagar.

You should come to our old unfashionable and grumpy store then.
We sell all kinds of levis,chaps, Carhart jeans and ironically Hagar slacks, regular t's in not too many choices and cable knit jackets from Columbia Sportswear. We don't sell on a commission so we would only stop long enough to open the dressing room door, mumble a thank you and slam it gently behind you/:p

The pond is creek fed, and the creek is fair game for fishermen...er I mean fisherpeople. They know better than to trespass, but they fish at the mouth of the creek. Next day they move toward the house a few yards. Next day same thing. If you aren't an asshole to them from the start, they soon will have worked their way right up into the yard. Some days I hardly look that way.I'd call the law, but I've never liked to get them involved unless it's the last resort. Usually if you go out and tell them to get their $^(*&*^&@ outta there NOW, they'll quietly leave. Especially if you're wearing a .44 cal on your hip. :worried:

@capnhowdy..... put up a sign...



'shooting range'

My neighbor was sitting with his daughter in his row boat ten feet out in the little pond on his property. Public servant comes by, "what is the name of this lake?" Neighbor says "private." Neighbor gets citation for lack of floatation devices. listed

What's GA law?
Here they can float, but not allowed to touch bottom if it's posted, on water flowing through your property. If it originates on the property, can't float either.

The bitch is, whether it's posted or not, whether they are legal or not, if they get hurt, you are liable. :(

A farmer in my area noticed a family pull over and get out of their car and have a picnic on the far corner of his property. He let it slide, but noted their plate number.
Later, he happened to be over near where they were picnicing and saw thay had left a pile of trash. So he bagged it all up and called a pal who was a cop and cashed in a favor chip and had the cop run the plate number.

That saturday, the farmer drove the 45 minutes to the family's suburabn home and emptied thr trash bag out onto their lawn, then drove home.

It's how we do things up here.

I'm sure they have Carhartts in Oz. Years ago, I just adopted the work clothes/Cabela's look. It's just easy, if we go out I wear my new looking work clothes.

Wife hates it, and thinks blue jeans would be an improvement. I do own a suit and most peole don't recognize me when I wear it.

I'm still thinking I need to be that big nasty dog and house sit although I am soft spoken and perhaps they would not listen to such a weenie.

@ The 42. I am going to be passed over for a full time job for someone who has a loud mouth. She acts like she is your friend to your face and gossips behind your back.She gossips about everyone to everyone.It's just not me. The new kids love her but the old schoolers like me distrust her.She is so police state. She suppects everyone is a theif. She went after the job I wanted. I was a shoe in for this job till she caught wind of it. I may not get it because of her family connections in this business. She is so like my list below.

on the flip side. If I don't get it I will quite possibly get another job for the state or in Education which might be better and perhaps that is what I should again this year I am torn about which direction I want this to really go.
Thanks everyone for allowing me to vent a little.



1. People without integrity.
2. Abusive people
3. People who attempt to divide a community.
4.People who like drama.
5.TV evangelists.
6.Gossips.
7. People that have no manners.

My institution overpays and underpays, drastically either way in most cases. Those with what I call "easy-bake oven" Master's degrees (insert in one end and the paper comes out the other all ready to go) are lauded and lorded over, yet most don't know basic knowledge I received in a bachelor's program.
The phonies rise to the top like so much cream, while many of us are underpaid, struggling to live, and receiving the brunt of the belignorant students who we are "servicing."
Some days it's so hard to take. I tell myself God has a plan for me. I tell myself that water finds its own level. I take pride in what I do. Seems for naught.

So now I too have vented (this came right on the tail of an internal job posting offering wages around 10000 more than our new department person will be offered, while expecting no further education or customer service skills) and I thank you for opening up the floor for me.

Now, my addition to the list:

People with the depth of a mud puddle.

(I feel better)

Yeah but imagine if you were the guy whose next-door neighbor asked if they could borrow the SUV to take the family on a picnic!

aww, I'm sorry. I feel your pain. I know. I understand. :grouphug:

Thank you:comfort:

:)

Far as I know the law is the same here.Problem is ...Bellsouth manages/Owns? the creekmouth and they don't post it. There's an underground main there methinks.

Also some of the property on the other side of the pond is leased. They know too that this is private, but they pulll the same inch by inch strategy as the creek people. People know I feed the fish over here, too which is a strike against capnhowdy's prognosis.:mad:

OK. I feel better now. Sorry. I'm thoo now.

D'oh! :smack:

Then I guess the SUV borrower would have two people pissed off at him.

Skysidhe: I feel your pain... I'm stuck in a dead end job for one more year because it's getting me my scholarship for college, but after that I'm outa here! Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that it's not worth changing jobs because of a bitch of a co-worker- you'll find people like that everywhere.

Hagar: 32 is NOT old! Talk to me when you turn forty. (That's middle age, so some people call it old) And this is coming from a "Young Person"! (20)

I feel the pain too.

Chaos-junkies
People who don't listen (most of my family, don't know how I ended-up being who I am and marrying my wife)
Prideful people (a lot of what I dislike comes from this, bad driving, rudeness, selfishness, close-mindedness, and the like)
People who ask caring questions when they don't really care about the answer (I get this a lot being in a wheelchair, the worst kind of patronizing)
Bad paint jobs
Ill fitting clothes
Shop helpers that stalk you & won't shut-up
Busybodies

The 42. wow That is so awesome to be getting a scholarship! Congradulations on that! What will you be taking in college??



Actually I am not exactly stuck. And neither are you by the way. I will be seeking employment which is more inline with my degree even if it means working two jobs again this fall. I am good with this. This could be a blessing in disguise.

Thank you both The 42 and Shawnee123.I appreciate the support more than you could imagine.:)

I'm going to be majoring in Music and Psychology, hopefully (I want to go into music therapy) It's not a full scholarship, but it's an enorumous help- possibly more help than working for a year and using that money would be.

And now for my new addition to the list:

1)People who only listen to what you're saying for long enough to find a flaw and then ignore you or interrupt you with a correction

2)People who act extremely conscending toward people even slightly less intelligent than themselves, even if it's only in one particular area

3)All people who make mean-hearted fun of retarted or otherwise mentally impaired people, and of course people who make fun of physically handicapped people who are probably even smarter than they are!

4)My cat! Half the time you can't walk by her nowadays without her taking a swat at you with all claws extended, and all petters are at risk of being bitten with no warning. She used to be so cute and gentle! (And yes, she has been fixed so there's no reason for her to be this way

To add to the list:

When the happy birthday thread is the last thread responded to in Home Base so everytime I pull up the Cellar I see Happy Birthday.;)

I have no control over how many people decide to come eat enchiladas. In fact, it doesn't bother me that people decide not to wait that long to eat - there are better places to go with less waiting, and I get that, and that is perfectly okay with me. I just happen to be a patient person, and don't mind hanging out for a little bit of chit-chat time with the people I enjoy in my life.

I've worked at this place long enough to know that there's no reason to worry about who else is walking in the door, and how long they're going to have to wait (or not). There's nothing I can do to change their wait time, short of asking people who are already eating to please leave so that those whose tummies are empty can be served. But you can only deal with one party on the list at a time, so that's all I'm concerned about.

I do not have a contempt for every customer that walks in the door. As a matter of fact, the majority of the people that come in to eat are wonderful, gracious people who I enjoy building a rapport with, if for no other reason than to make their visit more enjoyable. However, since this is the rant thread, that's what I did - about the select guests who do come in and make life miserable. While this is only a college job to pay the bills and I certainly won't be making a career out of it, I do enjoy going to work much of the time. As I said, there are nice people in the world, and they tend to counter-balance all those people who turn out to be not quite as nice.

As for work in the back of house... well, I have no reason to prove my worth here to you, but suffice it to say that I am not above washing some dishes when the dishwasher breaks, or slicing some vegetables when Berna has the flu. I pull my weight (and often more) at work, so I think I'm allowed to grumble.

You're not supposed to enjoy it. College jobs exist to give you incentive to make good grades and graduate -- so that you don't have to have a job like that forever.