The Random Pet Peeve Thread

[Dreamstalker]

The other tenants in our building who can't be arsed to break down their empty boxes or, yannow, actually put their trash in the thoughtfully-placed bins down in the trash room. Usually mom or I end up doing it when we take something down and there's no room.

When mom eats my food. We got lunch from a popular local place today. I always order extra to take to work the next day...today it happened to be a second portion of an item that she ordered because I had a coupon. Guess what? She ate both portions because "well I see you got something else and it was free anyway"...doesn't matter, I still paid for it. And you whine about me spending money on crap food at work...this is why.

[Food Lady]

People who can't bring themselves to put dishes in the dishwasher. Instead, they fill every dish up with water to the brim and let it sit in the sink for days, leaving it for me. I can understand if a dish has stuck-on food and needs to soak. But a glass that had a non-sticky liquid doesn't need soaking. And I'm the only one now who will actually turn the thing on. Why am I the Dish Queen?

[Dreamstalker]

For some reason, mom refuses to actually put clean clothes in my closet...instead choosing to pile them on my floor when I'm not home. Yet if I happen to leave any clothing at all on the floor she hits the roof.

[Pixelated]

I plan to buy something called a 'prowling owl' bird deterrent to scare the pigeons away from my balcony, but in the meantime I bought one of those plain ordinary garden-variety statues of an owl. I thought it might give me a few days' grace before they got suspicious of it.

It was up for a few hours. Mom is back on the nest.

[Dreamstalker]

And then how would the slime be handled? Cthulhu only knows what would happen if it got into the sewer system...

Would each "individual's" slime even want to associate with the rest? Or could they possibly recombine into something even worse?

[dalesys]

... I wish we had a replicator in the back room...

Better yet, a de-replicator, so you could combine all the complainants into their original slime.

Ref: Spold's Unstirring Divisor

[Dreamstalker]

A lot of what I buy is shelf-stable, meant to be taken to work. If she finds it before I can take it to work that's when the fireworks start. I had been "hoarding" some nice chocolate and maple syrup (obtained for free from my previous job) for a couple cannabis cooking experiments...by the time I got the rest of the cooking gear I needed, she either threw it out or used most of it (while I don't mind if she uses my ingredients, is it too hard to ask "hey, can I use [amount] of [ingredient]"?

I'm not sure what her motivation was in this instance. While I'm fine with consolidating related leftovers (say a container of pasta and one of sauce) for space, the tinctures took up a grand total of 2 square inches in the fridge (and they were in an existing shelf storage bin that she already knows is for my stuff, so space was not the issue)...and do you think I can find the original small bottles that took up less space? No. That's probably the most puzzling aspect of this.

In general, people who ask me for an item and try to argue "but I bought it here before!" when I tell them we're out drive me nuts. I wish we had a replicator in the back room...

[Food Lady]

My mom has developed some strange kitchen hangups.

Any food brought into the house apparently must be used or eaten immediately, and almost anything I buy is subjected to a near-interrogation of what exactly I plan to use it for. Refrigeration guidelines on some items are ignored...and when they spoil I get the lecture when it has to be thrown out.

She also tends to combine containers of things...while that's fine for ketchup or peanut butter, not so much for cannabis tinctures (they are separated and labeled for a reason)...so rather than 3 discrete small bottles used for microdosing depending on the intended effects, I now have one large bottle of unknown potency. My challenge to her to take a dropper of the mystery mix so she can prove that I'm being 'silly' as she claims has yet to be accepted.

I'm your mom, except for the combining stuff. I do move leftovers to smaller containers. Our kitchen is where leftovers go to die and not be eaten and that's why I like to buy less food and eat it as fast as possible. My mom wastes so much food. I'm sure you don't; I guess your mom's motivation is different than mine but same result.

[EricKei]

Not everything is a page. There are profiles, pages, and groups. Call it by the proper name, they are all different.

That annoys me, too. It's right up there with people referring to their page getting cloned as "my account was hacked." While I have seen the latter happen (use better passwords, FFS, people!!!), nearly every such instance I've seen has been the former. The worst part is that even having the actual account holder report the clone account to FB doesn't always work; in at least one case with a friend I know, FB rejected the report.

Refrigeration guidelines on some items are ignored...and when they spoil I get the lecture when it has to be thrown out.

Somehow, I knew that last bit was coming >_>

[Dreamstalker]

My mom has developed some strange kitchen hangups.

Any food brought into the house apparently must be used or eaten immediately, and almost anything I buy is subjected to a near-interrogation of what exactly I plan to use it for. Refrigeration guidelines on some items are ignored...and when they spoil I get the lecture when it has to be thrown out.

She also tends to combine containers of things...while that's fine for ketchup or peanut butter, not so much for cannabis tinctures (they are separated and labeled for a reason)...so rather than 3 discrete small bottles used for microdosing depending on the intended effects, I now have one large bottle of unknown potency. My challenge to her to take a dropper of the mystery mix so she can prove that I'm being 'silly' as she claims has yet to be accepted.

[telecom_goddess]

When people are lazy and don't call things by the right names. Like with Facebook, people call everything on there a page. Not everything is a page. There are profiles, pages, and groups. Call it by the proper name, they are all different.

And don't even get me started on this stupid trend of abbreviations going around. "tryna"...really? really? That's not even a word.

[Kittish]

When you're trying to read an article for the first time in months (I don't read a lot outside of work) and it's something that takes some concentration, such as science, and someone interrupts you with a trivial matter. You answer their request or question and go back to reading and they don't get the hint that you don't want to discuss it right now so they ask more questions. Yes, I had a tone of annoyance. I feel bad because I don't want to respond to people that way. I guess I have to hide somewhere if I want to read.

Or, just tell them politely "I'm trying to read this article, so I don't want to chat right this minute. If it's something important, we can take care of it, but can you wait for me to finish this before talking about <thing they wanna chat about>? Thank you, I appreciate your patience."

[Food Lady]

When you're trying to read an article for the first time in months (I don't read a lot outside of work) and it's something that takes some concentration, such as science, and someone interrupts you with a trivial matter. You answer their request or question and go back to reading and they don't get the hint that you don't want to discuss it right now so they ask more questions. Yes, I had a tone of annoyance. I feel bad because I don't want to respond to people that way. I guess I have to hide somewhere if I want to read.

[dalesys]

Log-standing Pet Peeve:


Under-lid seals on liquid filled bottles.
A few are OK, but most are made of the shoddiest cardboard and adhesive possible as if they were single-use devices. You want more than one dose of cough syrup, flavoring, automotive fluid or whatever?

[Food Lady]

Pet peeve of the moment: Organizations that don't respond to your attempts to contact them.

You just described the whole reason my job exists.