What perfectly acceptable things that make you unreasonably angry?

[BrotherBeer]

Every morning DH asks me to check over his face for random missed shaving bits and blemishes. Then when I tell him he's fine, he says 'Are you sure?'. Just look in the fucking mirror you dick.

I speak to my mum everyday on the phone. She always asks me what we're having for tea. I tell her then she tells me whether she likes that particular meal or not (usually not). I'm not inviting her round so why do I care if she likes my tea or not?

I'm an unreasonable person.

People at work today helpfully and pityingly coming to find me to inform me I'd left my car keys in the fridge.

Except I'd done it deliberately, and often do, to prevent me from leaving without my (small!!) bag of food shopping I'd put in there. I do this as I always leave the office with keys in hand when going home, and this way, if they're not in my handbag, I remember about the food. Usually they're inside the plastic bag but today a key ring was peeking out (with a picture of my family on). The AMOUNT of people tracking me down to tell me.

I know they're trying to help and it's unreasonable to be annoyed, but ffs. Yes my fucking keys are in the fridge, yes it's totes hilarious, yes I did actually do it on purpose, please fuck off I'm fed up of explaining this.

over where I used to work we had to change the password every month and it had to have a capital and a number.

Virtually everyone's password was

March 2016

Changing to:

April 2016,
May 2016
June 2016

and so on...

They thought they were making it more secure with their faffy and ever changing passwords, but really it but anyone could access anyone's computer.

The shower curtain, always fucking trying to cling to me!

The perfectly acceptable name Graham when it is spelled Graeme, I just want to say "grey-eem"

Plus other perfectly acceptable names such as Phoebe (Fo-eeb), Siobhan (See-ob-han), etc etc. Beautiful when you hear or say them but when seeing them written down they really grate on me!

Coming on my period days before a couple of dc free nights away in a hotel with dp, followed by a weeks holiday with the in laws. So bloody inconvenient. Fuck you implant

-'Hubby' 'Bubs' 'Bub' 'Hun'

• Drama queens - used to work with one. Would come into work upset and grumpy, someone would ask her what was wrong and a whole tirade of self pity would come out and a rush to the loo for another cry. Got tiresome when it was every fucking day.
• The fucking KRAPdashians -Jenners etc.
• Morning radio DJ's who have 'quirky banter'. No, you're not funny.
• people who do magazine spreads of their 'unique, eclectic' house. Ugh. Always use the word 'eclectic' to describe their style. One half of the couple seems to always 'project manage' the renovations - no you didn't project manage you probably just bossed all the tradesmen around.

Will probably think of more.

My old shower curtain was fine. The new one tries to crawl inside my body.

People who blog as a substitute for writing a diary, and post links to their unremittingly tedious thoughts about their cats, their visit to the gym, their healthy meal, their respectable and uneventful jobs. I don't care if it's literate. That doesn't mean you can write. If you're going to inflict it on other people it should at least be funny or informative.

The TV' channel Dave's tagline - 'The home of witty banter'. Especially when this 'witty banter' basically translates as thinly disguised bigotry and casual cruelt in the form of endless repeats of Mock the Week and Top Gear.

Potato peelings. They don't cleanly fall into the sink, they want to stay with you. On your hand. Or on the peeler.

likedylan yes to passwords!

Especially the ones that insist on a new, different one each time you reset it, I've got bugger all chance of remembering it now have I?!

Ditto overly protective 3rd party systems. I have to log on to my work laptop, and then on to my profile. It's definitely me once I'm in. I can access our HR systems inc other people's personal details and my own payslips without any further security, but I need a password (that has to be changed each time you forget it) to book a room. A room in a building we entirely own. That we can just walk in to. That there's no charge for using.

*the HR system is also 3rd party supplied, they just do some clever IT shit so it knows it's you, so that's not the excuse

I know this is unreasonable, but I hate other people trying to help me when shopping. Especially DM.

I always go shopping on my own and am an in and outer. Know what I want, can scan a shop floor in minutes, might touch a couple of things, but don't dither.

On occasion I've had to go shopping with DM who will wander round slowly picking up random outfits and asking "what about this?"

I saw that, I don't like it
I scanned the shop the second I walked in and know there's nothing I want in here
I know that shape doesn't suit me
I can tell by looking at it that I can't stand the fabric
It's not the colour I said I wanted
We're not even in a shop I like

It's my own fault for acquiescing to a shopping trip, but it makes me so bloody angry I give up in a tantrum after half an hour.

Oh my god Passwords my bank is the worst whats the 3 and 40ths letter in your password

Agree with passwords.

Now you need a word with a capital. Now you need it to have a number. Now it's not strong enough. You end up with

bfhdhEjenJrhf4728376

And then you forget the bloody thing and need to re register and go through the whole hoha AGAIN

The words basically, robust and like

The words basically, robust and like

I work in software QA so it's hard for me to construct a sentence that doesn't include robust. You'd spontaneously combust if you came to one of my meetings.

Thus morning I have been unreasonably annoyed by what used to be referred to in 80s magazines as GLAMs - the acronym has passed out of popular usage but it meant Greying Leisured Affluent Marrieds.

People aged about 60, retired early, probably called Graham and Judith. They are tanned, he wears a Fred Perry shirt and pressed jeans and she has highlights and big sunglasses and a nice dress, and they spend their lives wandering around leisure attractions, having nice lunches and chuckling to themselves that they have paid off the mortgage on the 4-bed house they bought in 1982 for £9000, which is now worth half a million. They may even have a place in France or Spain. They have children who went to university before tuition fees, and they have few, if any, health worries. They look so fucking unfeasibly happy and they don't even have the good grace to look all that old.

This will not be my generation in 20 years' time. We'll all still be fucking working to pay off the fucking mortgage, and paying off the various loans we took out to fund our children's exorbitantly expensive university fees. Oh, and the country will be totally Brexitfucked.

Fuck off, Graham and Judith. You bastards.

Yeah Graham and Judith. 😡

Squashed bread. Fucking hate it. Seriously unacceptable. It makes me want to throw an absolutely shit fit at my OH who more than likely squashed it! I may have done this on several occasions

Work place politics. Makes me see red and see red i do. Seriously, grow the fuck up people. My work place is full of it, and it sends me round the twist!

In work - Meetings about meetings. WTF?! Yes we have these my suggestion that it was a waste of my time did not fit in well with the point above

OH leaving clothes on the floor next to the washing basket!

People who do not listen and people who interrupt whilst someone else is talking. My DM is a charmer for this. Then she wonders why i get annoyed. I have started bluntly asking why they think what they have to say is so important that they cant wait until the other person has finished talking this may or may not be my pregnancy hormones

When things are put back in the wrong place. They have a home for a reason. So that we KNOW WHERE THINGS ARE! If you just shove them in any random drawer you may as well have not fucking bothered! OH does this and looks wounded when i get mad

Squashed bread isn't reasonable. especially when after squashing dh puts in the freezer and it becomes a frozen bread ball.

BrummyMummy Is your DH still alive???!!

DH: "Shall we go via X or through Y?"
Me:"Oh, let's go via X."
DH: "I think the traffic will be worse that way. We'll go through Y."

Why ask me, then? Just WHY?