Innocuous things that make you irrationally angry (a list thread)

Got a Bruce Springsteen boxset for Christmas (/brag, brag, lol) and all the cds/dvds in it are in paper sleeves. Which is fine.
One is a double CD.
The paper sleeve is a gatefold like a mini album..BUT THE CD OPENINGS FACE THE CENTER FOLD INSTEAD OF OPENING ON THE OUTSIDE EDGES.
I CAN'T GET THE CUNTING CDS OUT WITHOUT ONE SLIDING INTO THE OTHER SLEEVE AND I FUCKING TORE THE STUPID SLEEVE ON MY FIRST ATTEMPT

Of course when I demonstrated my ire for Mr Veg he just smiled and easily slid the cds out of their sleeves, suggesting that perhaps it was some kind of skill test aimed at me.

sigh.

did the boss appear when you ripped open the cd's and drag you onto the stage to dance with him?

No. Max Weinberg appeared and made me do the Conan String Dance.

Owen Pallett's Heartland CD is the same way. it's a damned shame too, seeing as the artwork was so nice. I wish he could've appeared and dragged me onstage to capture my cries of disgust with a loop pedal, but it hasn't happened yet.

- when you can't find something and people (a) go 'when did you last have it?' as though that will magically fix everything and (b) go 'did you look in the bathroom? did you look in the bedroom? did you look in the kitchen?' i.e. unhelpfully reeling off every room in the house

^^^problem with this is that the person that did this the most, and most irritatingly, was my mother, and it invariably worked, which made the whole thing even more annoying. like i'd be all gahhh shut up i am not a moron of course i looked there and she'd say well how about the ____ did you check there? "....no." and there it would be.

Worst part of all Springsteen CD sleeve crisis is that all of the other discs in the set have their own slipsleeve inside the paper sleeve, so much easier to get out.
But the 2-disc is just as is, no slip sleeve.
WTF SPRINGSTEEN WHY DO U HATE ME AND MY CLUMSY FINGERS?

gbx,

your mom put it there.

i had to say something

haha

worst is when you lose your wallet, swear up and down that you can't find it, cancel your cards, and then find it somewhere completely obvious, like inside a jacket hanging in the closet or under the corner of the bed or something.

misplacing things, in general, makes me irrationally angry

but not as angry as spilling stuff. like for real if i spill orange juice or something all over the counter and the floor i get apoplectic for like 5 seconds. just furious. i think its the combination of stupidity, the onerous task of cleanup, and the fact that some spills have the potential to be disastrous if you were dumb enough to get it on anything

fuck yeah. partic spilling something that took effort to put together, be that a cuppa tea or dinner.

spilled dinner cycling into work with the plate balancing on the handlebars once, landed arseways all over a delicious bolognese. could have nuked the world gladly for the next hour

i dont cycle with plates of food anymore btw

yeah, spilling a plate of food (esp when yr cooking alone) makes me feel like the last person on earth, just total despair and feeble fist shaking at the caprices of fate

yeah nothing like whipping something up out of your very last edible ingredients and then dropping it. p sure i've yelled, at the floor, god damn you i was TRYING NOT TO GO TO WENDY'S TONIGHT

I pulled a pot pie out of the microwave once without using an oven mitt, burned my hand (obv) and the pie then fell and landed upside down on my bare foot. So not only did I not have dinner, I had a ridiculous burn on the top of my foot from a stupid bloody pot pie.
And of course I kicked it across the floor.

One of our favorite HAHA MUM HAS A BAD TEMPER stories in our family is Mum was cooking sausages when we were kids, and in some bizarre sequence of events the sausage spat and got her in the face, and then somehow she flipped the sausage out of the pan and onto the floor, where she yelled and then kicked it so it went skidding under the gas heater. Dad had to pull the whole heater apart to get it out lolol. Mum was all RAARRR IT CAN BLOODY STAY THERE

loooooool that's something I would do

lol

Lucky for me I didn't inherit Mum's temper (whistles, looks away)

this is really innocuous but: the way ppl pronounce the word 'flan' as "FLAAAAAHHHHHN"

And the way ppl say 'omg so and so made FLAAAHHHN you have to try it.' The word 'flan' tells me nothing except that it's custard. It's like someone saying 'omg so and so made cake'. Tell me what's in it and then we'll talk.

ppl dont pronounce it 'flan'?

No! Everyone around me right now is saying FLAAAHHN FLAHHHN and its' driving me bananas.

FLAN. It's FLAN. Hard 'a'.

I say flan (rhymes with stan). People who overpronounce foreign words in an attempt to appear cultured are awful. It's especially bad among classical music people — "Next is the concerto for two violins by Johann Sebastian BAAHHHHGHHH"

i dont cycle with plates of food anymore btw

few months back i rode on my bike to RICE and bought a good few things, starters, thai rice dish, noodle dish, about £20 quids worth in total. they popped it all in one of those brown paper bags and i rode merrily on home. went over a bump in the road and the handle split, the bag fell to the ground and my bike wheel rode over the entire thing crushing it to mush on the dirty road.

it was a back streetish area in the city centre and on the other side of the road about 10 or so tramps were all having a kind of outdoor party, drinking cider and living it up. they saw the whole thing and let out a massive roar and applauded afterwards. one of them even had the gall to come over while i was stood staring at the carnage, devastated, and asked for 50p. no shame in admitting i told him to fuck right off, neither the time nor the place.

other side of the road a couple of floppy-fringed students were sat in a doorway eating a mcdonalds. one said "awww mate, rice is dead dear an all innit."

manchester in a nutshell really

aw that is p. sad

I would probably have cried a little. Riding the bike over the food too is the final crushing blow

I would've fought somebody, or cried, or have thrown my bike into a river.

i rode home feeling like the biggest dipshit on earth. happy ending though, i rang them and said i was walking back and the handle split all on its own (no mention of riding a bike back over bumpy ground). had to really mither them and in the end went back, peeled the sodden stinking mushed up brown paper bag off the floor and gave to the RICE bods saying LOOK WHAT YOU DID to get the whole thing replaced. they totally didn't believe me though and so i've never been back since, out of wonky guilt.

For like the tenth time in the last few weeks, I got sent an email at work meant for someone else with a similar name (our first and last names only differ by three letters).

I mean yea our names are similar but he works in TEXAS, which is clearly imprinted on the address. How hard is it to double check?

It's usually pretty innocuous and annoying as we always forward each other the misdirected email but it sucks when it happens when one of us is out of the office and the sender gets huffy

There is an apartment manager in Oakland with the same government name as mine, and I get missives from his supervisor every week.

That's what I get for being Johnny-on-the-spot with the original gmail address.

you should write back "FUCK YOU, PORCUPINE FUCKER"

pro tip

People who get on the up elevator and are wanting to go down. HOW FUCKING DIFFICULT IS IT TO LOOK AT THE ILLUMINATED ARROW IN THE MIDDLE OF ELEVATORS THAT SHOWS YOU WHICH WAY THE ELEVATOR IS GOING? stop SLOWING US DOWN!!!

^^^Sometimes you've waited for that elevator for so long that any elevator will do, as getting on represents some forward motion. Or the other ones are out of order. So you get on and let the others go to where they need to be and then the elevator is yours.

yeah, tbh

Someone once told me she used to think the arrows represented asking for elevators in that direction, eg pressing ^ meant "elevators above me, please come help me on this floor." Which is why she pressed both buttons each time. "Otherwise how would the elevators know where I was?"

omg i think i thought that until this very instant

i guess i've never really considered elevators

consider...the elevator

very inconsidered of you

well, first things first, it's a lift

second, there weren't any in ireland until 1997

^^^Sometimes you've waited for that elevator for so long that any elevator will do, as getting on represents some forward motion. Or the other ones are out of order. So you get on and let the others go to where they need to be and then the elevator is yours.

Let me be specific -- at work, where I use elevators the most, we have 5. you're never waiting for more than 20 seconds for one. half the time they get on and go "oh I'm sorry, I thought this was the down elevator", after shoving their hand in the door to stop you from going!

Okay, that's totally annoying.

but yea, I can see if you're in one of those small divey places with 1-2 elevators how the waits are annoying, which is why I became a stairs person due to my impatience!

It can be fun in real life, though. [...] leaving "C UNT Y MARKET" visible from the freeway for all to enjoy.

Where I work there are 2 lifts and only 1 of them goes to the basement. For some reason, the other lift is the default lift. So if I want to go to the basement I have to call both lifts by pressing Up and Down and then when the wrong lift comes I just send it up to the top floor. PITA, but so far I've been quite lucky in not inconveniencing people, it's been empty every time iirc.

Every year I give this guy I work with a Christmas card. But whenever I do, one from him will show up on my desk the same day.

In one sense, it's very cool of him to do that. Sort of old-fashioned or something and I do like that.

But something about the kneejerk reaction of it irritates me. I don't give cards expecting them in return. I just give cards to ppl I like. If you didn't give me a card, big woop. You know?

I dunno, it just makes the card giving thing unnecessarily intense. Not exactly an IA thing but it's been bugging me.

Innocuous things that make you irrationally angry

-The wind when it blows against me.
-People who smile when I frown.
-People who frown when I smile.
-Everyone else.

I dunno, it just makes the card giving thing unnecessarily intense. Not exactly an IA thing but it's been bugging me.

I think I've got a pretty easy solution to your problem!