The List That Will Never Cease to Grow

It occurred to me this morning, while I was most annoyed at having to use a can opener to open a new can of coffee, that it has been quite some time since I have done a “Things That Annoy Me List”. So without further adieu…

Beatrice Petty’s Things That Annoy Me
February 2008 Edition

1)Can openers. I use can openers very sparingly… Tuna for Devil Cat… which he sometimes doesn’t get if he’s run out the day before due to my abhorrence of the opener de can, which I can blame on the fact that over the course of the night he probably misbehaved at some point and with tuna being a privilege and not a right, it’s easy for me to justify (I understand that I need professional help)… Various cream soups for use in the new slow cooker… which always leads to the sudden appearance of the Devil Cat who associates a can opening with a treat for him.

2)The new girl who works next to me. I realize that I am one of those people who have little patience for others. I don’t like everyone… and even those who I do like I don’t like all the time. We have a bunch of new people who started earlier this year and because of that, needed to do a bit of office jostling. This saw me move my office space from my blessed dark little hole in the corner away from everyone, to a completely wide open cubby that is now shared with the new assistant of the boss that I never got along with. And my patience has long since evaporated with this woman.

If you missed it in a previous post, I quit my job a couple months back and am only here for another couple of weeks. But instead of taking stuff off my plate so that I can get my files organized and create this “manual of all the stuff in my brain that no one else knows how to do” (as was made evident when I took a week’s holiday in January and my department almost fell apart), I have more work then ever to do and sometimes feel so overwhelmed that I just want to cry. Since I gave notice, not a week has gone by where I haven’t said to myself “I would quit today if I had not already done so”. So… long story short. I is bizay.

The new girl? Not so busy. But very chatty. Mundane stuff I don’t care about in the slightest chatty. Also, she’s a ‘cold’ person, which I am sure anyone has come across before, or in fact, is one themselves. A ‘cold’ person is someone who is always cold in the office. But instead of layering up… ie. put a sweater on you daft cow… she insists on running a ceramic heater on high all day long. Unfortunately (for me), I am a ‘hot’ person who prefers to work in an environment slightly cooler than the lowest pits of hell. I also find the office to be dry even on the best of days so to be blasting our little space with hot dry heat for 8 hours straight = one perturbed (and dry and red-eyed) Bea.

But the latest and dare I say the straw that broke the alligator’s back? I came back to my desk and the 6” pile of mail that I had been conveniently storing in my mailbox until such a time as I saw fit to go through it/ throw it out before I left was sitting on my keyboard. I had barely enough time to think “WTF?” before Chatty Cathy proudly announced that she had been kind enough to bring me the mail from my mailbox. So NOW… I am left with a stack of mostly fax confirmations and a few other pieces of correspondence that I was choosing to ignore, cluttering up my already oh-so-very cluttered desk.

3)This shite cold that I have had for a week. I sound like a chain-smoking truck driver. Not a pretty sight.

4)Going to the movies and forgetting my Scene card. Do they have the Scene card in other parts of Canada/ the world? I am completely obsessed with my Scene card. For some reason I did not have Scene card when going to the movies last week with the old roomie and it put me in such a mood. I felt like I was cheating on my Scene card because how dare I go to a movie and not get points towards another? I was also very thirsty but couldn’t bring myself to purchase a beverage at full price. Sufficed to say I spent much of the duration of the movie dwelling on where my card was and hoping with all the hope in the universe that it was in a coat pocket somewhere instead of lost and never to be seen again. The latter would have been heartbreaking for I had enough points on it for two free movies… (btw, all is good. It was in the pocket of a coat I had worn to the last movie I saw. Crisis averted).

Now what else am I forgetting???