When I introduce myself as David, and people just assume they can call me DAVE.

Example…this happens 20 times in a week. I answer the phone…

"Good Afternoon, this is DAVID, how may I help you?"

"Uh….DAVE….my name is Tim and I am calling from radio station blah blah blah blah. Dave do you have just 20 minutes to sit down with me and talk about your advertising needs?"

I know it is chicken shit. But I was brought up and taught that proper business etiquette was to address someone as they respond.

*fumes*

NOPE!  I feel the same way.

Hi.

Hi.

What's your name?

Christopher

Nice to meet you Chris

Christopher

What?

Nothing.

AAARRGGGHHH!!  If my name was Chris, I would go by Chris.  My Mom named me Christopher.  But, that's where C-pher stemmed from.  Hated Chris, Christopher was too long…so took out the middle can called me C-pher…where the "-" = "hristo"

I like that…

people who take their little children to places that they just don't belong….

Really? It was 35 degrees at a high school football game and you had your toddlers dressed in hoodies and bored out of their minds….not to mention bothering the shit out of me who was trying to watch a football game…

Ever heard of a baby sitter?

Really?  At Corbus, we all called you Chris (except some that called you Collegio). You should have said something.

I hate when people call me "Kathy." It's Katy. There's no h. I had a teacher in high school and for two years he called me Kathy. I gave up telling him my name after two months.

It drives me crazy when people start a text conversation or an email conversation and when I reply with something cleaver or a question, I never hear back from them.

Yes…I understand at some point you just gotta let them die, but I really get upset when things are left opened ended. gah.

I gave up Fleck…

And crap…I need your address again…I have something that I MUST send you.  I've been trying to send it since your wee one was born…

I suck as a friend.

There you go David.  I hate it when I suck so bad as a friend that you don't do what you want to do.

I hate it when I introduce myself as "Joe" and people insist on calling me "Joseph."

It really burns my hinder…

>>It drives me crazy when people start a text conversation or an email conversation and when I reply with something cleaver or a question, I never hear back from them.

sometimes we're just forgetful or lose track of the "textversation"... it's not that we're trying to be insensitive jerks. 

Being Ignored. My wife's favorite weapon of choice. She just clams up for no good reason and will go for days without a word.

*fumes*

Dammit, it really irritates me that nothing irritates me right now….

I think I need to take some more Prozac…..

HUGE patients. I seriously think I have some sort of post traumatic stress disorder induced by having to bathe tremendously overweight patients. I think about it too much when I'm not at work. I dream about it. I just can't get it out of my head. I've never had ANYTHING against fat people. Until I started having to deal with them naked.

And it's not just any obese person. It's the one's who can barely turn on their sides in bed, who need medicated ointments to keep the crevices of their bodies from becoming infected, who request SPRITE for BREAKFAST. I totally want to yell at them, or put them on a diet, or ... I don't know, shake some sense into them.

IF YOU ARE DYING BECAUSE YOU ARE OVERWEIGHT, then JUST STOP EATING. So that my tiny ass doesn't break her back trying to roll you onto your side, or lose my arm in your groin fat.

Sorry. I'm trying to find my misplaced empathy… but I fear I've lost it.

Drivers that can't follow directions printed in the road with HUGE arrows. 

The ones that go straight in a Turn Only lane because they don't want to wait in traffic.

Then, honk at you and flip you off when you don't let them in because they are wrong.

People that drive early morning with no headlights on…where it's still to dark to see them…but there's JUST enough light to know that the sun is coming up.

my boss.

the tiny-ass keyboard on this tiny-ass laptop.