Seven things that piss you off
Feb.09, 2006, filed under Miscellany
Speaking of LJ, there is apparently a ‘meme’ going around called ‘seven things that are pissing you off’. As far as I can gather, a meme on LJ is a quiz or a test that propagates from one journal to another. Not so much an idea in the classic sense of the word, but something to fill in that purportedly tells those reading your journal something about you.
Well, seven things that are pissing me off. Let’s see.
- My boss. I leave a week tomorrow. He is really going to have to learn how to use his computer by himself. He is also going to have to stop giving me silly little things to do and asking me stupid questions about whether or not I’m going to get my desk clear in time. In fact, if he asks me that one more time I’m going to have to point out to him that my answer will be ‘no’ if he doesn’t shut up and let me get on with it.
- Car drivers. Particularly car drivers who think they own the road. For some reason I’m having real trouble with people overtaking me while I’m signalling to turn right. If I get my hand smacked one more time I’m fitting chain mail and sandpaper.
- The argument that “speed doesn’t kill”. You know, hands up, you’re right. Speed doesn’t kill. The speed of light is 299 792 458 ms-1 and I get hit by shed loads of the stuff every day. I’m still breathing. With every passing hour our solar system comes forty-three thousand miles closer to globular cluster 13 in the constellation Hercules, and that doesn’t seem to be doing anyone any harm. In fact, I’d even go as far as to say that velocity doesn’t necessarily kill either. But the fact that speed in and of itself, all alone, doesn’t kill does NOT mean that we can blithely ignore speed limits and 90mph is safer than 50mph. OK? There’s a context here. That context being – stop me if you’ve heard this one before – the operation of a piece of heavy machinery in a public space.
How many is that?
- Me. I’m pissing me off by getting far too stressed and far too fretful about this whole moving to Scotland to be an EPO thing. Moving to Scotland is the right thing to do, I’m pretty sure. Moving is definitely the right thing to do, anyway. Moving from one Government quango to another, however, is possibly not the brightest idea I’ve ever had. Especially when part of the reason for making so much change is to try to integrate con and non-con rather better than it has been.
- Me. Again. I’m not riding enough. I’m coming up with stupid excuses like needing to wait for those new Continental GP4000 tyres to come in for Shackleton. I think I’m just stressed and tired – see above.
- The way that my Christmas present money from my Mum appears to have been eaten up by bills. And the bills themselves. I really need to sort out my saddle problems and soon, and that’s going to cost money that seems to be vanishing into the bill oubliette.
- My boss. I’m in here twice so he should be too because he definitely pisses me off more than I piss myself off.
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