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

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Stephen Hawkins

and yes I know it's yin-yang

when someone has a hair growing out of their face/nose/ear and they refuse to pull it out

they are huge, huge windows. like 8 feet tall, and recessed over a foot from the wall. so i can't make it work. yes it's cold in here.

I'm working on my lecture notes for the chapter on agency and every time I try to type "principal" I type "prinicpal." EVERY TIME.

lol, I do this with research. Resaerch.

I do it with neccesa... nesceaar... nessesary... FUCK.

appliaction

considering I spent two years speccing the appliaction of appliaction forms in a web appliaction it was a p bad word to be fucking up all the time

Ok, I realized my #1 innocuous thing that makes me irrationally angry, in terms of the ratio of anger to innocuousness, is this:

Cashier hands you bag, then gives you your change, placing bills in your hands first, THEN a big sloppy pile of change on top, THEN a receipt. The first thing you want to do is slip the bills into your already held and open wallet so you can move on (line of people behind you), but instead you've got this stupid change all over the place fucking everything up.

Yeah that peeves me too, I end up kind of using the bills as a plate to slew the coins into the zipper bit of my wallet and then I'm standing there clutchinc cash and a flopping around wallet and the bad and receipt and ARGH.

I was waiting for a home delivery of bookcases from Argos (delivery between 7am and 8pm, thanks m8s v specific), but my downstairs neighbours answered the door, and when I got my box from the vestibule it turned out Argos got the delivery wrong and I had received some other inadequate-to-my-needs storage unit. Now that's a fairly reasonable thing to be annoyed (if not angered) about, but where the real innocuous anger comes in is that I have something valid to complain about, but it is so amazingly banal that complaining seems like the most boring thing imaginable. Not only have you robbed me of my bookcases, Argos, you've robbed me of my God-given right to unselfconsciously whine.

Able-bodied people who use the handicap-assist button on doors, even though it makes the door open more slowly than if they just pushed the damned door open.

Also, people terrified of entering a revolving door if someone else is in it, so they're standing there on the other side waiting for you to come all the way around, making you feel obligated to push the door more quickly. These people do not get the point of revolving doors.

fuck revolving doors

ha they are probably the same people who wait at the top of the stairs for you to finish climbing before they start down. i don't know if it's superstition or a strange idea of manners but it happens here at least once a week and i get ia every time. never speed up or say thanks.

xp what, revolving doors are the best

Able-bodied people who use the handicap-assist button on doors, even though it makes the door open more slowly than if they just pushed the damned door open.

Also, people terrified of entering a revolving door if someone else is in it, so they're standing there on the other side waiting for you to come all the way around, making you feel obligated to push the door more quickly. These people do not get the point of revolving doors.

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I think these are justified. Firstly - it's not always obvious that it's a handicap assist button and some people might think it's just the normal way to open said door. Secondly - people who use revolving doors can be dicks who push the thing really fast or jump in/out at a weird opportunity. The number of times i've come close to snapping my foot/head off in the revolving door at work, it's a wonder I'm still alive.

That the first time I get vomiting sick for ages is at the exact same time that my course aptitude test for the next thing I've applied for is starting. SO came out in clothing I'd wiped off thinking I might as well do the test anyway only to find the tester is strict about punctuality,so I can't taske the test at the scheduled time. Well it has at least given me a chance to come home and change and stick clothing in washing machine.

Why the sink I filled had to be so small that I got hit largely by splashback is another peeve.

I think these are justified. Firstly - it's not always obvious that it's a handicap assist button and some people might think it's just the normal way to open said door.

The button has a picture of a wheelchair on it, text that says "Handicapped push to open door," it's 5 feet in front of the door and the door has regular old handles on it.

http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/53404/53404,1215226113,1/stock-photo-handicap-button-14527534.jpg

I worked at a place where we were told off for opening such doors using the handles, because it was somehow better for the door if everyone used the button.

Opposite day IA: when people with wheeled bags/strollers/huge packages/walkers use the revolving door however cramped and weird and dangerous and scary it seems to be instead of just going through the accessible door.

Although living in Chicago, I am generally very appreciative when people who are able to use the revolving doors use the revolving doors. It's cold outside!!!

I get IA when people don't use the revolving door. Make me feel like an idiot for not using the fire exit like you.

In my building it makes me triply angry because there are signs posted on all the fire exit doors: PLEASE USE REVOLVING DOORS. My building is practically right on Lake Erie, and in the winter the area in front of my building is like a wind tunnel, so for obvious reasons they don't want those doors used.

And of course, people use the fire exit doors, because YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD, BUILDING MANAGER! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

And of course, they use the handicapped-assist button, meaning the door stays open longer than it otherwise would.

People are awful.

They changed the front door of the building where I do my evening class a year or two ago to have a wheelchair access button, and in the process they made it so heavy and resistant to normal pushing that I felt like maybe I was screwing up the mechanism by forcing it and for a while I pressed the button just in case, so I'm sympathetic to other people thinking the same.

Lately whenever anyone arrives the receptionist just presses their own door release button, so I guess it's been causing a lot of people confusion.

Also I often wait for people to get out of my work's revolving door but it's very small, only takes about a second to go all the way through, and gets stuck if you push with very slightly too much or too little force, so I don't trust it to cope with two people pushing different sections at once.

Doors where the wheelchair access mechanism makes them difficult to open by pulling the handle are, by my definition, broken. Providing an affordance for part of your audience isn't supposed to reduce functionality for the rest.

since moving to pdx i see what seems like an abnormally large amount of people driving around with one headlight out and it's come to be something that drives ne nuts.

Doors where the wheelchair access mechanism makes them difficult to open by pulling the handle are, by my definition, broken. Providing an affordance for part of your audience isn't supposed to reduce functionality for the rest.

It doesn't though. You can open the door with the button, too.

Well, if you define the functionality of a door with handle as "allows a user to easily open door, with handle, and close it in a timely manner so as to not let the cold weather in" then it fails miserably.

The library's door is like this. It's got a disabled button, and yet, even when you push it, it sort of opens itself like HAL. It definitely doesn't behave like a regular door anymore.

The good news is that the door leads to a vestibule (pod bay) with a final automatic radar sliding door. So no cold air.

People who open to door with the button but them grab it and yank it open manually anyway.

What if I pushed the button and then grabbed ahold of the handle, putting my feet on the bottom, for a cheap amusement ride?

Lols at Jeff Zucker being referred to as 'just some guy'

"just some 'annoying' guy"

whoever keeps planning social events at the art center somehow makes them all some sort of costume/dress-up thing

like, I can imagine looking nice and hope I don't offend anyone with my attire, but with the exception of a costume/theme ball thing yearly and halloween, do you need to make every event a costume thing? they seriously had a notice for an oscars-themed thing where they made some "dress like your favorite celebrity!" claim

I don't know, I generally hate costumes, which probably aligns with some sort of personality trait I have. I feel like it's hard enough being confident in how I present myself day-to-day, let alone having to come up with some sort of costume.

As a followup to my earlier complaint, yesterday I walked into my building behind one of the people I complained about above, who uses the wheelchair-assist button. This time she hit the button, then, frustrated that it wasn't opening quickly enough for her, strode forward and yanked it open by the handle. YOU MEAN IT'S FASTER TO JUST DO IT THE REGULAR WAY WHO COULD'VE GUESSED?

Dollar vans. Dollar vans drive me CRAZY. These are the loudly honking alternate bus service-type things that pull up at major intersections and will take you to certain un- or under-served areas for a buck or two. I know they meet a need AND provide income for the operators and I think that's great. Less great: THE INCESSANT HONKING AND MELODY HORNS. Even less great than that: They follow no traffic laws known to humankind, park anywhere, clog streets, make bus stops impassable, pull out unpredictably, and delay EVERYONE ELSE.

honking fines should just actually be enforced...as with every other traffic law

WHOA. I am officially fascinated by dollar vans. Do they have set routes and stops or do they go where you ask them to go? Are they legal or just quasi-legal? Are they regulated like public carriers, cabs, car services, or limousines? Are the vans identifiable as such beyond the honking/musical horns? Like, are they branded? And if so are the driver's independent contractors or employees of the van company? Or can anybody with their own van run an underground bus service in the streets of NYC?

FASCINATING.

Think I've done the wheelchair-assist door thing billions of times. It's just... see button, press it, ah man something's not right, push door. I couldn't give a fuck about doors but sorry it makes you mad.

ohhh man, I have a horrifying story to tell you guys about buses

Or can anybody with their own van run an underground bus service in the streets of NYC?

Yes as far as I can tell! Some are janky old panel vans (the kind with windows--do those have a catchy name??), some are nicer vans with running board lights and logos on the sides. Usually there's a driver and a guy who stands outside the door and advertises their services by yelling about them while his companion honks the horn every 7 seconds.

I'm pretty sure they must have set routes and you have to know which one to get on, which is the major reason I've never used one. At a fare of only $1-2 it makes no sense for them to take requests.

carl, they usually have set routes, they are quasi-legal tho sometimes via arrangement are less quasi-legal. think chinatown buses just within a city instead of between cities. drivers are probably paid in cash. you can't really run your own bus service w/ one van because customers require regularity on routes etc, that is the difference between a bus and a taxi.

Fucking suburbanites who can't wrap their minds around The Big Scary City, e.g., today at my work, the building handyman called to warn me that they were about to tow a car that was parked in a reserved spot. The car - a BMW SUV the size of my office - belonged to our visitor, who, instead of high-tailing it down to move her car, stood around and whined, "But where was I supposed to park? It was the only parking lot I saaaaw." Her head exploded when she found out that she would have to PAY parking ON THE STREET (!!) or in an hourly garage.

Previously: The visitor who told me he getting nervous waiting to be buzzed into the building because he felt "like a sitting duck." Did something happen? "No, but it's rough around here. You're liable to get caught in cross-fire." 0_o It's gentrification central around here - luxe loft condos, med-spas, a bridal gallery, kids, clean streets, an organic pet food store.

Fact: nobody gets shot within five blocks of an organic pet food store.*

*before I posted that, I confirmed that the organic pet food store on Broadway and Bryn Mawr is more than five blocks away from Broadway and Wilson.

Also, I'm from a podunk town in Delaware and I knew about parking meters so this lady is being an entitled twerp acting like paying to park on the street is some kind of crazy city thing.

While I'm bitching: I was in Bed Bath & Beyond yesterday and there was a woman on taking breaks from jabbering on her cell to go call out, over and over, "Hell-OOOOO? Does anyone work here? HELLO!?" then to the person on the phone, "I guess NOBODY WORKS HERE! because nobody will HELP ME!"

xp - I'm sure she knew parking meters existed, but she couldn't believe that she would have to use them b/c there wasn't a parking space for her.

The post office lost a package (NEW GLASSES, THOSE FUCKERS) and I am trying to call them and the phone just rings and rings and rings and rings and no one answers. Seriously, I've been letting the phone ring for four full minutes now just in the hope that it is annoying someone there as much as it's annoying me.

Postal workers are immune to annoyance. They're like Buckingham Palace guards. They will sit at their station and stare right at you through the glass, while eating a sandwich.

Haha I just talked to the head of the mail room here and he said he has eight different numbers and he tried to call them all and nobody answered. Then we bonded by talking about how the USPS wouldn't have so many problems if they would do their damn jobs.

SIGH.