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3. Poor people who whine about people rightfully wealthier than them.
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Are you wealthy? Because all poor people whine about people with more money than them. All except old guys who have learned through life that money isn't what you need. All you need is love.
 
Keef
Are you wealthy? Because all poor people whine about people with more money than them. All except old guys who have learned through life that money isn't what you need. All you need is love.
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Fatmouse needs nothing.
 
But you need Fatmouse. Because Fatmouse plus you equals Fatmouse.
 
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Fatmouse is not amused.
 
US Bank's customer service representative further confounding my situation that posted on the first page. She told me a lie. US Bank has done nothing but fail.

And Fatmouse is still unmoved.
 
Too bad it only comes once a year.

I don't have too many vexations, so I'll make them count.

People who don't realize when and when not to use their cell phones. By now, I'm used to having customers who will talk on their cell phones as they're approaching me at work. Normally, since I have things to do and can't wait for them to finish their conversation, I will just ask them what they want while they're on the phone, the polite ones (while still being assholes for being on the phone in the first place) ask whoever they are talking to to hold on for the 5 seconds it takes them to tell me what they want. But I have run into a new breed of super assholes lately who will put their finger up to my face asking me to hold on while I watch the other customers behind them get frustrated for waiting, all the while, they're casually chatting away and wasting everybody's time.

The way that god awful dribble like Nickelback still makes it onto the airwaves, even otherwise respectable classic rock stations are playing it now.

Blowhard political analysts on tv and the radio (on both sides of the political spectrum) who have absolutely no intention of ever changing their stance or listening to the other side, and continue to rant about the same things day in and day out.

The entire channel of espn, for reporting the same story week in and week out, while ignoring many other interesting sporting events occurring, classic example being how they still use half of their football coverage to focus on the Patriots despite the fact that they're not even playing this week.
 
The death of the jewel case. Compact Disks, CD-Roms, DVDs, Blu-Ray disks...all of these types of media are the same damn shape, unchanged for the past 25 years. So why isn't there one type of carrying case to rule them all? I can't find a particular disk that I've put away because they are stacked in 20 different piles or shelves since there's no way to put them all together in one easy-to-find place. It takes me 15-60 minutes, and I'm usually obsessively organized. I'm about ready to give up on rotating media.

DJs that talk over music. I know this this is pretty much a Caribbean thing, but since the reggae/soca/dance hall stations here are the last bastion of unique and mostly unspoilt music left that don't bear the hide-branding of Clear Channel, it's occasionally worth a listen. But the next DJ that talks in the middle of a song, and about 20 decibels higher than the music currently broadcasted, deserves a death by listening to Michael Bolton and Kenny G on a loud but weak AM station in perpetuity. If I wanted to listen to people interrupt music, I'd play my music in the middle of a court hearing. Shut up and do your job.

I don't abuse my car. People who tell me they have a problem with their car, but have bigger wheels, tires, brakes, modify the suspension, and have wires coming from odd places under the dash, and proceed to tell me that they "don't abuse it". If this is the case, why can't I call them poseurs? Go shut up and die in the corner before making the factory pay for your problem/mistake.

Teenagers that wear pants that sag past their ass but accessorize with a belt anyhow. What better way to tell the world you're a slave to fashion trends?

People that say "BLAM!!!" or "BAM!!!" with a simulated punch every other sentence. Apparently, they're practicing for a drunk wife-beating contest.

People that respond with a muttered bit of disdain when you correct them when they're rather distant from truth, rather than something they heard from a friend of a friend of a guy that knew a gal who got an e-mail and they saw it on TV. Grow up and learn something, you twit.
 
Additional vexation:

The bell curve dictates that 50% is average, 80% is well above average and 20% is well below average. Most representatives of anything ought to be near 50%, with only the very best getting 80%+ and the very worst getting <20%.

Except game/film/car reviews, particularly in print media.

Please try and find the "average" games in here.

Amiga Power hit on this in the 1990s, mocking other magazines for perpetually giving good games 85%+ and bad ones 60%. For heaven's sakes, 70% would net you a First Class Honours Degree. Is Napoleon Dynamite: The Game a First Class Honours Degree game? Seriously?

In fact, worse only that giving inflated scores to everything is the dread mark which means the reviewer was near deadline and couldn't even be bothered to play/view/drive the thing... 72%.
 
I am currently vexed by asshats that call me on the phone and blame me for whatever their problem is...at the top of their lungs, and don't get the hint when you reply in a calm, level voice.
Could you start with "hello"
Pleasantries are indeed important.
Why? If you speak to me nicely, I may drop what I'm doing and try to fix your problem.
If you berate me, because some other part of the bureaucracy, that is totally un-related to me, screwed up, I will fix your problem...eventually. Like on the 31st of September.

If I spoke to you the way you spoke to me, you'd want to know how to contact my boss.
I really wanna know how to get a hold of your mamma, so I can slap the taste out of her mouth for not teaching you better manners!
 
^This vexes me as well. There are some who believe that yelling and nastiness will lead to their problem getting solved. Quite the opposite. My last job was in customer service, and whenever someone was an asshole, I put their problem at the bottom of my list. I would gladly bend over backwards to help those who were nice, even when something had been seriously screwed up.

It never, ever helps to scream at someone in customer service. Their job sucks, and they don't need you making it even worse.
 
My big vexation as of late is people telling me all about their day and problems. It's not that I don't care...

It's just that I don't care.

Look, there's one person who cares about the mundane details of your life: your mom. Go talk to her about how you feel really good about a test you took, or how you had a crappy day because the computer deleted your file. If it's an interesting or funny story that you want to tell me occasionally, then okay. If not, save it, because I'm only acting interested to be nice.
 
Now I am vexed by a "boss" that wants to have a meeting the day after Thangsgiving.
I was kinda thinking of taking PTO that day.
Alas, it is not to be.
The part that worketh my nerves is that it's forty miles to the office for a meeting that is going to take maybe 20 minutes.
So, I'm going to spend 90 minutes in my car for a 20 minute meeting.
 
I am vexed by the continually slipping definition of "one week".
 
I am vexed by Microsoft Works. It clearly doesn't.

Try to transfer a works document to MS Word is impossible. They're both made by the same company, so why can't they talk to one another? Why can't Word open a Works document?

I was also trying to transfer a Works spreadsheet into Excel a while back. I had to get Works to save it as a dBase III file (which is a database, not even a spreadsheet!), and then Excel can open that! Why should I have to go through a 3rd party's programme in order to get for one Microsoft product to another?
 
One thing that irks me as of late is people in large vehicles such as large pickup trucks and SUV's. Yes I drive a small car but I have every right to be on the road as you in your giant vehicle. And around here the smallest women drive the biggest SUV's, but they are always gabbing on their mobile phones, putting on eye make-up, or trying to entertain the kids in the back. "Macho" men drive big trucks and think they are awesome because they have a Dodge Ram with 4WD and get 10mpg. They are even worse when it snows, because we all know that if you have 4WD and a pickup you have magical brakes that will not allow you to slide into the back of someone who is driving carefully because there is 4 inches on the ground.

Seriously if you want to own a large vehicle you should know how to drive it.
 
Joey D
Seriously if you want to own a large any vehicle you should know how to drive it.
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While I'm here, I'm going to vexate. We've long since overshot the week-long window, but I'm unmoved.

Christmas in November
If the twenty-four days of December before Christmas aren't enough for you, perhaps you should move to the North Pole. Someone in my household is already full-swing into Christmas mode, and it makes me recall just how much I disdain the commercial and materialistic side of Christmas. I'm all for gift giving and such, but it should be meaningful (or at least something needed), and because you want to - Not because you have to.
 
Minor Vexation:

People who really do not seem to be listening or simply cannot understand the basic and straightforward meaning behind my plaintive, eloquent, sincere, and emotionally heartfelt request to "just f... off and die, s...-for-brains."

Anyone smart would probably know that at that point, I really don't particularly want to continue a conversation. Heck, they might even be a really nice person, but if the subject uttering this phrase (loudly, whilst showering your immediate vicinity with slightly viscous spittle) has slightly bulging eyes, mad hair and veins throbbing in his temples, why on earth would you want to say anything? Death wish? Severe mental aberration? Emotional recognition skills of a personnel manager?
 

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