My irrational annoyance is that I have a work meeting tomorrow from noon to 4, but I live an hour away, so I have to leave at 11. This means I won't really get to eat lunch. Or I will just have to bring portable food to snack on in the car.
People walking in a crowded area while looking at their cell phone and they're not paying attention to where they're going. This happens mostly at the gym and it's so annoying.
People who have long, drawn-out conversations right in front of my desk. One side of my cube is a counter/half-wall.
WORSE, when those people, halfway through their conversation, turn to ask my opinion on something they're talking about. Mufuckos, I've spent the last 15 mins trying everything to ignore you! Go away.
Wait, no, even worse: When people in my department stand in front of my desk, inviting everyone except me out to lunch. That blows.
when i was dating, i would get so irritated by guys who would give any compliment with a voice of wonder. this is hard to describe. like they're trying to be sincere or emotional or something, but it comes off like "wow, i didn't realize you weren't butt ugly until now and you probably didn't either, so allow me to bestow upon you this great blessing that is me saying you have nice eyes."
give a compliment like mr. darcy all straightforward and hot, or stfu.
People who are so concerned about their conversation on their cell phone that they can't seem to swipe their debit card, bag their groceries, etc. Hang up and move forward, dammit!!!
Having to wait for DH to call me at night to say goodnight to me and the kids. We communicate every night, even if only via text, but sometimes he fucks around and doesn't call until late. Sometimes he works late, so I don't want to bother him on site. I never really know which it is, until he calls. I feel like I spend half of my life waiting to hear from him.
DD grinds her teeth sometimes and it wakes me up via monitor every.damn.time.
My pooping schedule is off and I have been getting up at 5am to poop. And then go back to sleep for an hour, if I am lucky. Only to poop again at 9am. I need to alter this ridiculousness.
Coworkers who come to my cube, invade my space and then say, "hey, um, can I bug you a minute? But not if you are busy!" You already have my attention, fucker. Just spit it out.
Even more flameful, I also hate the feel of cashmere. I KNOW. Every Christmas my mother buys me a cashmere sweater, and every year I can't bring myself to tell her I can't stand wearing them.
What?! Cashmere is so soft! And it's...real! Not synthetic! LOL.