The half way mark (I’m still counting it, despite my 2 day break) and today I get to tell all my lovely readers about 3 of my pet peeves. This is possibly the easiest one since day one!

My top pet peeve, and it really does annoy the shit out of me this one, is people (namely my mother) texting me again and again as if they’re shouting at me or waving to get my attention. If I don’t reply to a question straight away it’s because I can’t get to the phone! Why, God, why must people text me as if they’re talking to me?

Mum: “Liv, what shall we have for dinner tonight?”

Mum: “Liv, I’m asking you a question – I’m at the shop now.”

Mum: “LIVI HELLO???????”

Seriously, this kind of exchange takes maybe 3 minutes. 3 minutes while I’m at work, busy with clients or my boss, and it’s physically impossible for me to text back. But rather than just assuming I’m busy, my mum basically shouts at me through text! It really bugs me because then she gets annoyed and I get annoyed and then we end up with something I don’t like for dinner (as punishment for deliberately blanking her, obviously).

My next pet peeve should probably be when people don’t say thank you. Newsflash, world, if I hold the door open for you, if I move out of your way, if I do anything that I don’t have to do but choose to out of common human decency – say thank you! It’s two syllables! Why is that so difficult? Repeat after me: “Thank. You.” I’m one of those awful people that if I do something nice for someone and they ignore the gesture, I’ll very loudly proclaim “YOU’RE WELCOME!” as they walk away. Manners cost nothing; I’m not asking for the blood of you first born here, just a little courtesy.

My third and [sadly] final pet peeve on this list is people talking down to me. I hate to admit he has flaws, but Chef is guilty of this more than a few times. I think, because we got together when I’ve been working in a cushy office job, he forgets that I’ve worked in hospitality for years and years – we met on the job nearly six years ago after all! But his memory is so awful that I think he genuinely forgets. Sometimes he explains things to me that I already know – I know what a pass is, I know what service is, I know what the problems are with his job. I’ve done his job, just not at his level. So there are times I have to say to him “yes, I know.” But, of course, me being me, I can’t just say that – oh no, I have to say something like “Yes I’m aware of that, I’m not a f***ing idiot!” Which, thinking about it now, is maybe not the most helpful way of reminding him that I know his industry. But I’ve always had that, ever since I was a kid. I remember one boy in school coming over to talk to me for the first time one day and in all seriousness he sat down next to me and said “Hello, my name’s Peter. What’s your name?” in the same tone that you would use on a child of limited mental capacity! I’ve always had zero filter when stupid things are said around me so I naturally offered to cut his balls off if he ever spoke to me that way again. Oddly enough, we became quite good friends after that.

But I’ve rambled more than I meant to – pet peeves will do that to a person! I’d love to hear some of yours!

Lx

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