You know what's nice?
Putting the lid securely back on the tower of CDs so that when I pick it up to put it back where it's supposed to be I don't drop it and have to spend 5 minutes picking them up and making sure they're all right.
previously in pet peeves.
Labels: agency life, pet peeves
Stop. It. Now.
I admit it - I've used the phrase "rock star parking" when I get an parking space RIGHT by an establishment's door.
BUT THAT IS THE ONLY TIME I USE IT. And I do so in the privacy of my car to very close friends.
Now everyone's using it, including advertisments. But I'll let someone else tackle that one.
Today I'm going over something that is just as bad, or worse, in my opinion. Something that has been brewing in my annoyances pot for a while now. The rock star hand sign.
Unless you have long, greasy hair and are wearing a Pantera shirt or are actually on stage rocking (and even then you might look dumb), STOP IT.
And stop using it in your MySpace profile photos. I'm talking to you... the girl in 4-inch heels, trendy clothing and the pompadour. Oh and the tongue - stick that thing back in your mouth, you look like an idiot.
All this tells me is that you definitely DO NOT rock and that you are trying too hard. I'm telling you this for your own good, no one thinks you're cool but you and your drunk friend beside you.
I'm serious, stop.
Labels: myspace, pet peeves, rock star
I have a pet peeve. A small one. One that shouldn't raise my blood pressure as much as it does. I should let it go.
It has nothing to do with driving (though I have MANY annoyances there).
It has to do with email.
Why can people not look at who the email is sent to? I get an email 2 or 3 times just because no one looked to see if I was copied and then they come up and are all like "I forwarded you this email."
Yeah, I got it.
And it's usually something I have to do anyways so by the time I get the email forwarded - I've done said task and emailed everyone about it.
See? Not really a big deal but it made me twitch this morning. I can't wait for this 3-day weekend... I was so sure yesterday was Friday.
Labels: 3-day weekends, email, pet peeves