In case you’re wondering, yes, I are grumpy. Therefore I present to you:
Sheryll’s Mammoth(-ish) List of Pet Peeves/Hates
1. Automatic taps. For they do not obey me.
2. People who insist on pronouncing it 'arse' and correct me when I don't.
3. The word ‘economics’. Is it eh-co-NOH-mics or e-COH-no-mics or what?
4. People who say that love is blind. It’s not. If it were, gyms would go out of business.
5. Bathrooms with the door open.
6. Blond highlights on dark Indian chicks.
7. Guys who color their hair.
8. Fake accents.
9. People who move their hands too much. It’s so distracting. Although I’ll admit it. I do it too. Waddaya know? I’m my own pet peeve.
10. Auto drivers who try to race you.
11. Rainy days. Nothing good comes from rainy days except like, plants and trees and stuff.
12. People with 24/7 perfectly styled hair. It’s wrong and unnatural.
13. People who use big pretentious words like ‘juxtaposition’ or ‘plethora’. Who speaks like that anyways?
14. My insane pathetic need to make people think I’m smart. That juxtaposed (Heh heh) with my less than stellar memory for names, well… it sucks. Take the other day for instance. My boss and I were talking about management books, both network-wise and otherwise.
My Boss: So Walter Goralski’s written some really good books on management.
Me: You mean the guy who wrote ‘7 Habits for Highly Effective People’?
My Boss: (pause) No. I mean Walter from Documentation.
Fail.
15. People who fix their hair while looking at their reflection IN MY GLASSES. I want to take them outside and slap the road with their face.
16. When my jokes die.
All the conference rooms in my office are named after movies. The company’s spread over two buildings. So last Friday, my colleague and I were supposed to go to the other building for a meeting. It was in this conference room called Braveheart (I kid you not). We faithfully made our way there only to find out that they changed the venue to Finding Nemo (Still not kidding). In a strange twist of irony, no one knew when Finding Nemo was. The receptionists on the 3rd floor told us to go to the 4th floor. The folks on the 4th floor told us that it was in the 5th floor. The folks on the 5th floor told us to go to the 2nd floor. There is no 2nd floor. It’s occupied by another company. We finally found the conference room on the 1st floor only to be told that the venue was changed again. This time to a training room… which turned out to be right next to Braveheart (They may take our sanity, but they will never take OUR FREEDOM!!!). These two conference rooms literally shared a wall. Anyways, rants aside, we ended up arriving 20 minutes late.
Enter Sheryll and colleague (Big hug Preets!)
Me: Sorry we’re late. We couldn’t find Nemo.
Everyone else - *silence*
I hate everybody.
