resident aliens

I follow the law. I believe in people fighting, picketing, standing up against an unfair law, but as long as a law is a law, I follow it.

Current law states citizens of other countries cannot be in the US illegally. I understand the arguments for and against it, and quite frankly, I could care less. At this point in time, the law has legal ways for people from other countries to legally be in the US (yes, I know they are sometimes difficult and expensive processes), and if someone chooses to not follow those routes, then that is against the law.

Where is this going? I had two Mexican citizens in my office yesterday who wanted to open a bank account. They had none of the proper documentation, no Visa, no passport, nothing. They actually admitted to me that they were here illegally when I asked them their citizenship status--are they residents, permanent residents, etc? THEN, they had the nerve to bitch me out because I couldn't help them open an account without the proper documentation. And told me, "Americans make it so hard for us to be successful here."

Are you shitting me? Is it my fault you opted to leave your country and come to the US illegally? Is it my fault you do not have proper documentation? Did I write this law?

Don't blame your failed attempt to participate in illegal activities without the proper documentation on me. Makes me mad.

Commercials

It makes me mad when they show commercials for food places we don't have in our state. Mostly, I'm talking about Dairy Queen. There are none here anymore, and yet we have commercials for them. It's terribly aggravating to be having an insane craving for a Peanut Buster Parfait from one of those damned commercials and not be able to get one without having to drive two hours to get to Texas.

My Coke Rewards

It makes me mad now that I have a lot of saved up points that there is nothing worth buying on the site! All of the stuff on there is stupid! I keep looking thinking they are going to change things on the site, give me something I might want to spend my points on, but alas...no go. Still nothing worth buying on the my coke rewards site. Guess I'll go back to drinking Diet Dr. Pepper.

Big Dipper

I am not a germaphobe. I do not care if someone double dips in my cheese sauce or in my ranch dip. Doesn't bother me a bit. But what makes me mad, is when you are sharing dip, and someone is a big dipper. I am a small dipper. I dip my chip, bread, etc. into the sauce, and whatever sticks to it is what I eat. My husband uses his chip like a shovel and haul as much dip onto it as possible before shoving it into his mouth. I could make a container of French Onion Dip last two weeks. He could get four scoops out, and the thing would be empty. Tres annoying when you're at a restaurant and order a dip (spinach artichoke for example) that doesn't come with free refills, and you get two bites, and the other person gets two bites, and the whole thing of dip is gone.

Trash Men

Our trash man comes on Monday night. You have to put your trash can out right at the edge of the curb in the exact right location, or they don't pick up your trash. But then can dump the trash and then leave your can wherever the hell they want. Usually, it's blocking our drive way, and they've dropped the neighbor's in the street. So, it's like I'm running through an obstacle course to get out of my own drive way on Tuesday morning. Lazy trash men make me mad.

Bosses

I have done some type of sales my entire career. Well, that's not entirely true. There have been maybe two jobs where I have not been involved directly in sales, meaning I wasn't selling something to customers, but I was still selling something. Being in sales, I have always had sales goals. And as I've moved up the chain and managed a few places, I have been responsible for making my sales goals through other people.

I am good at my job. I work hard, and I am competitive, and I care about whether or not I make my goals. I'm at work to win. I want to be the best in our market. So, I bust it every single day.

What makes me mad is when I have to call in my numbers at the end of the day, and I didn't quite hit the goal. Or didn't even get in the right state, much less in the right ball park. And my boss--the big boss as I call him--says, "Well, what happened?"

"You know what Mr. Big Boss? Between drinking all of those margaritas and the ping pong tournament we conducted in our store with the staff, we just didn't have time to actually work with any customers today. We let them know we'd be in full swing tomorrow, and they could stop back by then, when we were in a better position to assist them--meaning, not drunk. So, tomorrow, my numbers should look better."

I mean what kind of stupid question is that? If I knew what happened, I would have fixed the problem and sold something! I'm an adult professional. Although it is not a sixty year life span, I have done this my entire life. I know it is hard to believe that I am not completely retarded, and didn't give people the finger when they walked in the door today. And even harder to believe what really happened. That being that nobody actually came inside the store today because there was a torrential downpour outside during the hours we were open, and I couldn't get hold of anyone on the phone to generate any business, because most people are at work in the middle of the day. Shocking, I know.

Sometimes I think there may be no hope for upper management.

crotch

The word crotch...it makes me mad. It's just a nasty sounding word. Some people are offended by the word "pussy," and some people by the word "bitch," but not me. I'm offended by the word "crotch."