I can relate to so many of these!
Ladymoreta, I didn't know there was a NAME for what I hate - Vague-booking! Thank you!
Also:
- The rampant use of "it's" when you mean "its," or vice versa. I swear I see these used incorrectly more frequently than I see them used correctly, even in newspapers and magazines, and it makes me feel like I'm the crazy one.
- The phone. I rarely answer it. It's so intrusive. Just because the person calling me is available for a phone call at the time they're calling, doesn't automatically mean that I'M available for it.
- People knocking on my door unannounced. I rarely respond. Sometimes even if I know the person, I still ignore him/her.
- Endless construction in the summer.
- Kids receiving awards and certificates for every.single.little.thing, such as breathing. Awards and certificates are no longer special, when kids now get graduation certificates at the end of daycare, the end of preschool, the end of elementary school or even each grade, the end of middle school, etc., along with all of the random Special Helper of the Day, Purplest Socks of the Year, etc. awards. What should be a one-hour strings concert in elementary school becomes a 2.5-hour event when every single kid that even touched a violin goes up to the stage one at a time to receive a Certificate of Participation.
- Pets with names that are ill-fitting and too human. (e.g. the greyhound I once met named Tina Marie.)
- The fact that all office furniture - chairs, desks, conference tables, etc. - are designed for the height of the average male and take NO other body types into consideration. It's sexist. And it means that I end up with Repetitive Stress Injury from working at workstations that never fit me/short people.
- The ice cream truck that drives up my street at least twice a week, playing its tinny, repetitive music, making our dog howl and bay. Go peddle your frozen high fructose corn syrup somewhere else!
Ladymoreta, I didn't know there was a NAME for what I hate - Vague-booking! Thank you!
Also:
- The rampant use of "it's" when you mean "its," or vice versa. I swear I see these used incorrectly more frequently than I see them used correctly, even in newspapers and magazines, and it makes me feel like I'm the crazy one.
- The phone. I rarely answer it. It's so intrusive. Just because the person calling me is available for a phone call at the time they're calling, doesn't automatically mean that I'M available for it.
- People knocking on my door unannounced. I rarely respond. Sometimes even if I know the person, I still ignore him/her.
- Endless construction in the summer.
- Kids receiving awards and certificates for every.single.little.thing, such as breathing. Awards and certificates are no longer special, when kids now get graduation certificates at the end of daycare, the end of preschool, the end of elementary school or even each grade, the end of middle school, etc., along with all of the random Special Helper of the Day, Purplest Socks of the Year, etc. awards. What should be a one-hour strings concert in elementary school becomes a 2.5-hour event when every single kid that even touched a violin goes up to the stage one at a time to receive a Certificate of Participation.
- Pets with names that are ill-fitting and too human. (e.g. the greyhound I once met named Tina Marie.)
- The fact that all office furniture - chairs, desks, conference tables, etc. - are designed for the height of the average male and take NO other body types into consideration. It's sexist. And it means that I end up with Repetitive Stress Injury from working at workstations that never fit me/short people.
- The ice cream truck that drives up my street at least twice a week, playing its tinny, repetitive music, making our dog howl and bay. Go peddle your frozen high fructose corn syrup somewhere else!
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