Commercials before the movie: as a kid, I would always arrive early in the movie theater because I loved to watch a long string of previews. They would make me dream, they would leave me yearning for more, they would entertain me. But now, I always try to be 15 minutes late because I just can’t stand the never-ending commercials. The one for cell phone with the little fish, the one for a Hummer with the little calf (?!), the one for the credit card with the little kid… I pay for a movie. I want my movie. NOW! I’m sick of swallowing bullshit.
Monday morning: because after resting a whole week end, enjoying free time, catching up with some sleep and having fun, nothing is harder than getting up way too early to go to work. Especially it’s not like anything gets done on Monday am anyway.
Gas price: on my way to work, it’s 102.6$. On my way back to work, it’s 103.7$. On week-ends, it’s 105.8$. When it’s snowing, it’s 106.3$. Now, let me know: is a two years old picking up random number everyday? That sounds like the most likely option, because I just can’t believe something happens on the oil market just about every hours.
Telemarketing: has anyone ever bought something from a telemarketer? Enlighten me! If someone calls to ask if you need to replace your windows, what are the chances that are gonna go: “absolutely sir, that’s exactly what I was my wife and I were talking about over diner when you called! Tell me, which numbers do you need on my credit card?“
People who go door-to-door: if calling people during mealtime to sell them shitty products doesn’t work, going door to door won’t either. You calls bother me. And I can’t put up with unexpected visits of people who want me to: 1) join their sect 2) buy their insurance policy 3) donate to their fake charity.
Spam: I do not need Viagra. How many times do I have to tell you? And I’m still wondering what does the daily gibberish I get in my comments (thanks Akismet) mean: “vyfos korehete gyhma” according to my latest comment. Should I delete it or should I attempt to reply “hggsty yywb bsy” to my fans in Ukraine/ Kazakhstan/ Mars?
The new French President: do you know who I hate more than the American President? The new French President! I stopped reading French newspapers because the guy is everywhere: “me and my first wife, me and my second wife, me and the top model I currently sleep with, me calling French people morons, me playing with the government, me, me, me“. The overambitious arriviste Sun King is a right-wing zealot, who go on luxury holidays paid by his friends and meanwhile encourage people to “work more to make more money” (hint: extremely high unemployment rate??). Worse president for France e-v-e-r. I almost regret Chirac.
The hype about making money online: some people are good at marketing, some have innovative ideas, some are naturally good leaders, some write great tutorials but let’s face it — the rest of them just sucks. Please, don’t think I’m talking about you. No, I’m talking about people who think they can make millions out of a blog with no content, just by installing Adsense and spamming people. I’m thinking of the people who scrap your blog content and respite it at theirs. Making money online is possible, I don’t doubt it. But it takes some work, as everything else in life. Duh.
The fine print: why is life so tricky? I squint on the restaurant coupons I receive to make sure they’re still valid. They are, but only for “lunch” on Tuesday between 2:30 and 4:15. I think my bank overcharged me and call them to rectify the mistake — just that they were no mistake, these are the “new rates. as specified in you last bank statement“. Oh yeah, the Arial size 4 line at the bottom right corner of my bill. Right. I don’t mind you scamming me but please, could you avoid straining my eyes while doing it?
You call: what is you pet peeve?