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pet peeves
Jun. 22nd, 2004 10:39 amApropos of nothing, here are two major pet peeves:
First, I hate it when you call a company to talk to customer support, and the automated phone system asks you to input some identifying info -- usually your phone number or account number -- and you do, and the phone system repeats it back and you push 1 to say yes, that is indeed what I meant to enter, and then it transfers you to a real person ... who asks you for your phone/account number. Argh! OK, maybe it's stupid but that just really burns me.
And second, whose bright idea was it to build bathrooms with mirrors positioned so that you're looking directly at yourself when you sit on the toilet? I'll tell you who -- a MAN, that's who. No offense to malekind in general, but that was a really fucking stupid design idea. No one wants to look at him/herself on the toilet. Yeesh.
In related news, the bruise on my ass has fully healed, but now I have a new set of interesting but can't-show-anyone bruises ... on my inner thighs. Alas, if only there were a really interesting and juicy story to go with them! But no, there's just my cat trying to jump onto my lap and missing. Dumb feline. Ow.
First, I hate it when you call a company to talk to customer support, and the automated phone system asks you to input some identifying info -- usually your phone number or account number -- and you do, and the phone system repeats it back and you push 1 to say yes, that is indeed what I meant to enter, and then it transfers you to a real person ... who asks you for your phone/account number. Argh! OK, maybe it's stupid but that just really burns me.
And second, whose bright idea was it to build bathrooms with mirrors positioned so that you're looking directly at yourself when you sit on the toilet? I'll tell you who -- a MAN, that's who. No offense to malekind in general, but that was a really fucking stupid design idea. No one wants to look at him/herself on the toilet. Yeesh.
In related news, the bruise on my ass has fully healed, but now I have a new set of interesting but can't-show-anyone bruises ... on my inner thighs. Alas, if only there were a really interesting and juicy story to go with them! But no, there's just my cat trying to jump onto my lap and missing. Dumb feline. Ow.
