I get really annoyed…
…when people listen to their music on the loudspeaker rather than with headphones on public transport. The headphones are there for a bloody reason!!!! Not everyone likes to listen to your hip-hop shit.
…when people make plans with you and cancel it the last minute. It shows you don’t respect the other person…and it feels like you were just waiting for something better to come up. It’s plain rude!!!
…when you let another driver into your lane and they don’t thank you for it. How much effort does it take to just wave a thanks????
…when people decide to meet at a certain time and are late. Every. Single. Time. You think I don’t have anything better to do than wait for you???
…when people speak loudly on their mobile phones in a public place. I really do not care whether your brother and his wife are having relationship problems!!! Take the conversation home.
…when drivers stop on a clearway and have their indicators on. It’s a clearway. Don’t Stop. Especially not when the rest of us are going at 70 kph. You dickwits. (Yes, I suffer from road rage)
…when clients come for help but are not willing to do any work to change. I do not have a magic wand. You have got to do the work we set or else you will continue to be depressed or anxious. Surprise, surprise.
…when drivers drive a left turn only lane (or right) and block the whole lane because they actually want to merge on to the one going straight but this way was quicker. There are signs from way back for a reason. Read them!! (There’s that road rage again)
…when Indians here in Sydney stare at me like I’m a weird species. Yes I wear singlets. Yes I have an Aussie accent. Stop fucking staring. It’s rude.
…when drivers go 50 kph on a 70 kph zone. And sometimes in the right hand lane. If you intend to drive slowly, go to the far left. Some people are in a hurry!
…when people talk really loudly in the library. And laugh. And scream. And speak on their phones. It’s a library. SHHHHHHHH!!!
…when women authors portray women in books as being weak. Why I ask you. Why?
I could go on and on.
But I’ll stop for now.
Until next time,