The 'I hate....' thread

This one's been on my mind for a while. Today my pet hate manifested once more and I was compelled to cry out.

I hate... wheelie bags. It's fine for old ladies (and we're talking really old here) or little girls. But too many people are going around with these noisy little yokes dragging along behind them. They were designed by my arch-nemesis as a cunning ploy to trip me up (soon I'll have proof).

I spent today in the company of a most obnoxious man who bullied and ranted and abused those who had the misfortune to come in contact with him. He cast aspersions on the character of individuals in the most scurrilous of ways, made unsubstantiated accusations that he was under no obligation to retract. At one stage or another he insulted almost every person in the room - apart from my colleagues and me, though that doesn't make me any happier.

And he gets a kick out of it because he knows that he's the boss and that nobody can criticise him.

I hate abuse of power.

Kate P wrote:

I hate abuse of power.

That's number 1 on my list anyway.

People who ring and leave messages "Alan ring me it's urgent" followed 20min later by another message "I left a message for you an hour ago to ring me it's urgent" and yet another message 60 min later "This is ridiculous, I left you 146 messages asking for a call back".

Leave a reference number? Leave a contact number? Get the idea into your thick fucking head that I'm not at my desk? Tell me your name so I might have a clue who, of the 100 or so people I spoke to in the last few days, you might actually be and why the hell you are calling me? 

In short, I hate my job.

cookiemonster wrote:

People who ring and leave messages "Alan ring me it's urgent" followed 20min later by another message "I left a message for you an hour ago to ring me it's urgent" and yet another message 60 min later "This is ridiculous, I left you 146 messages asking for a call back".

Leave a reference number? Leave a contact number? Get the idea into your thick fucking head that I'm not at my desk? Tell me your name so I might have a clue who, of the 100 or so people I spoke to in the last few days, you might actually be and why the hell you are calling me? 

In short, I hate my job.

"Alan" ???

He was born in the days before it was de rigeur to put names like Cookie and Pumuckl on birth certs.

cactus flower wrote:

cookiemonster wrote:

People who ring and leave messages "Alan ring me it's urgent" followed 20min later by another message "I left a message for you an hour ago to ring me it's urgent" and yet another message 60 min later "This is ridiculous, I left you 146 messages asking for a call back".

Leave a reference number? Leave a contact number? Get the idea into your thick fucking head that I'm not at my desk? Tell me your name so I might have a clue who, of the 100 or so people I spoke to in the last few days, you might actually be and why the hell you are calling me?

In short, I hate my job.

"Alan" ???

It wasn't you want it?

I hate Boards.ie.

I hate Yahoo!.

I hate Ireland(only joking!).

Washing up. And clutter.

Hoovering.

Why as nobody invented a battery powered rechargable wireless vacuum cleaner? Or at least one that can slide around corners and not fall over all the friggin time.

cookiemonster wrote:

Hoovering.

Why as nobody invented a battery powered rechargable wireless vacuum cleaner? Or at least one that can slide around corners and not fall over all the friggin time.

I quite like hoovering. Sufficiently so to buy myself a Dyson, and various little attachmenty thingies. I'd like a good carpet cleaner though.

Mind you, I have considered a Roomba.

ibis wrote:

Washing up. And clutter.

Someone loaned me a book a couple of years ago about feng shui and clutter and I read it in one sitting with my hand over my mouth in horror; not because of the feng shui significance but because it got me thinking about 'stuff.'

So I did a major de-clutter - gave away unloved wedding presents, bedclothes (who knew a couple could have so many sheets?), burnt my old diaries, a lot of letters, school stuff, books I didn't love, clothes - carloads of stuff. And I wouldn't have considered myself particularly aquisitive. It was a great feeling to say goodbye to 'stuff'. While paper (newspapers, post and books) seems to gather, otherwise life is quite spare and I like it that way; comfy but unhindered. Every now and then I do another cathartic blitz when the mood is on me.

That said, I read a great book called The Perfect Mess, which goes into wonderful detail about different kinds of mess and messers and their benefits.

ibis wrote:

cookiemonster wrote:

Hoovering.

Why as nobody invented a battery powered rechargable wireless vacuum cleaner? Or at least one that can slide around corners and not fall over all the friggin time.

I quite like hoovering. Sufficiently so to buy myself a Dyson, and various little attachmenty thingies. I'd like a good carpet cleaner though.

Mind you, I have considered a Roomba.

I won't hold it against you, Ibis. I like ironing.

As for clutter, goodness if only saw the junk, deleterious material and week old newspapers around me.

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ibis wrote:

cookiemonster wrote:

Hoovering.

Why as nobody invented a battery powered rechargable wireless vacuum cleaner? Or at least one that can slide around corners and not fall over all the friggin time.

I quite like hoovering. Sufficiently so to buy myself a Dyson, and various little attachmenty thingies. I'd like a good carpet cleaner though.

Mind you, I have considered a Roomba.

I won't hold it against you, Ibis. I like ironing.

cookiemonster wrote:

As for clutter, goodness if only saw the junk, deleterious material and week old newspapers around me.

Oh, ironing is quite nice. Restful even, as long as there's not too much of it. Are you yourself the clutterer?

I find ironing very relaxing and it's all about paced perfection, perfect for me.

I am indeed the clutterer. I take fits of tidyness evey few weeks or so and all is well but then it slips again. Right now owing to a myriad reasons it has slipped and slipped badly.

I could throw out last weekend's FT but you know, I might still read the magazine!

I hate when on my disordered desk at work everything is has a chaotic order, and then over the weekend the cleaners come up and 'tidy up', putting everything in neat piles on my desk. It takes me ages to find things.

The worst I ever heard about that was a certain politician who was doing a major bit of research, and had to sort out hundreds of documents. He spread them all over the floor of his office while piecing together what belonged where. He went home. That night the cleaners came in and put everything in a neat pile (3 feet high) by his desk. The man is normally the most polite man imaginable. But the next morning he really really lost it, having had 2 days of sorting important documents completely ruined. The cleaner ran into him later on and (stupidly) asked him was he happy with his "nice clean office now". What he said to her I don't know but from a distance the shouting didn't seem that polite and for the first time ever I heard him utter an f-word. She never dared move a single sheet of paper of his ever again.

I hate the fact that one of my lecturers misuses the apostrophe in the word "its" continuously. It's should not be used in the context of possession!

I hate teapots or kettles that drip at the spout. We've been making things with spouts for 5000 years, and we still can't get it right.

johnfás wrote:

I hate the fact that one of my lecturers misuses the apostrophe in the word "its" continuously. 'It's' should not be used in the context of possession!

I hate it when people point out other people's grammer mistakes. C'mon, its an easy mistake to make.

There's a degree of self-loathing in this particular pet hate because I do it myself all the time, especially with Irish. When Glen Hansard made his Oscar speech my immediate reaction was "well, he's fucked up his opening line; great", just because he said agat instead of agaibh. I was horrified to hear everyone else going on about it (it was picked up, I believe, in the New York Times) and I thought to myself "Is that what I sound like?"

The other one is people pronouncing Fine Gael 'Fine Gale'.

905 wrote:

The other one is people pronouncing Fine Gael 'Fine Gale'.

It tends to be Fianna Fáil TDs - Willie O'Dea is an example. I often wonder if they do it on purpose because they know it annoys supporters of Fine Gael in particular.

johnfás wrote:

905 wrote:

The other one is people pronouncing Fine Gael 'Fine Gale'.

It tends to be Fianna Fáil TDs - Willie O'Dea is an example. I often wonder if they do it on purpose because they know it annoys supporters of Fine Gael in particular.

No, it only bothers me when FG members do it.

I'm going to come out and say it, I hate the sun. Thanks to the goods folks at daylight saving, I now have the sun in my eyes when driving to and from my place of business.

905 wrote:

I'm going to come out and say it, I hate the sun. Thanks to the goods folks at daylight saving, I now have the sun in my eyes when driving to and from my place of business.

I hate those bureacratic functionaries who actually enjoy inflicting inconvenience on innocent members of the public.

Petulant, snappish, irritable, unapproachable managers/manageresses ...

905 wrote:

I'm going to come out and say it, I hate the sun. Thanks to the goods folks at daylight saving, I now have the sun in my eyes when driving to and from my place of business.

You need a good pair of these: