(by Aland Rob)
People who lack initiative or general life common sense. People who have problems and are either too lazy, or don’t care enough to do anything about them, and would rather just moan and bitch until it goes away on its own or someone else (usually me) does something for them.
People who lack professionalism. Especially in this industry. If you’re fucking serious about doing what you want to do, DO IT. Don’t just sit there like “oh it’s too expensive to get a train to London, I don’t want to go to my recall” WELL FINE. SOMEONE ELSE HAS TAKEN YOUR PLACE WELL DONE. Also, don’t just “not turn up” without giving an excuse or an apology, that’s just fucking rude.
People without manners. Jesus fuck it’s not that hard to just say please and thank you. (This has developed over my 6 years experience working in hospitality.)
Wind. Nothing makes me get in a cuffuffle more than having my earphone cable getting caught under my armpit, my hair going all Edward Scissorhands and skirts and jackets blowing all over the fucking shop.
Arrogance. No, you are not fucking God’s gift to the planet. And you know what? Neither am I. Neither is your dog, neither is your mother, neither is that girl you’ve fancied for ages. If you have a natural gift, or are really good at doing what you do, great, I salute you, but don’t rub it in my face everytime I see you.
People that smoke while pushing a their baby in a pram. OKAY. I smoke, but I will never, EVER, do this, or smoke in confined spaces around young children. Nobody needs a cigarette that fucking badly that you can’t wait until your child is a safe distance away from you.
My college tutors. ORGANISING A TIMETABLE - NOT THAT HARD. GIVING CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM - NOT THAT HARD (I’m still stressed at that time a tutor said he wanted to punch me in the face over a little mistake, wow, I learnt so much from that thank you.) SETTING REASONABLE DEADLINES - NOT THAT HARD. KEEPING YOUR PERSONAL LIFE SEPERATE FROM YOUR WORK LIFE - NOT. THAT. FUCKING. HARD.
Preaching. Great, God saved you and your family. Great, your vegan diet makes you feel good. Great, you have a strong view on something and you will do anything to stick by it. That does not, in any way, give you the right to tell me that I am wrong in my own views/morals/way I wear my bras. I will listen to your opinion, no problem, just be considerate for my own views and those around you. If I wan’t to join a hippy fest and not shave myself for weeks on end, leave me alone. If I want to join a convent and swear celebicy for life (… HA), then leave me alone.
Bad personal hygeine. No need. Just…. No need.
I’m now confused about the difference between what frustrates me and what makes me just down right angry.