Welcome to Gaia! ::

You know what really grinds my gears? Stupid people using computers.

I got an email from the business office of my university saying that I'd been dropped from my classes for not paying my tuition. I paid my tuition through Fall back in May, so I was not pleased to see this.

So these people (read: morons) are telling me that the $3,500 I paid them is not in the computer system anymore. Such a great way to start a Monday.

I didn't email them. I didn't call them. I went to the business office in person and demanded satisfaction. That poor undergrad behind the desk didn't know what to do. After watching him stutter and fumble with his computer for a minute, I suggested that he get his supervisor.

A few minutes later his supervisor called me into her office. She actually knew what she was doing (I'm sure they'll fire her before long). Twenty minutes later the problem is solved...we hope.

And that, ladies and gentlmen, is what grinds my gears.

You know what grinds my gears? People who don't give the proper instructions for a task.

I had a job interview to start the day off at a Rite Aid 1.1 miles from my house. I figure I can put off buying a car since I could walk to work, it pays well, and I'd be working in the pharmacy, where one of my friends from the ol' ice cream shop is working. Good deal. As a supplement to working in the pharmacy, I had to go for a drug test. Apparently they don't want employees that would steal vicadin and develop a drug addiction, so I had to drive into a medical center in the middle of no where and meet that requirement.

I get there, walk into the waiting room, and talk with the woman working the counter for a minute. She finally says, "Okay. Come with me." She hands me a cup for the urine sample and instructs me to fill it 1/4 way so she can send it to the lab. So I go in, do my business, flush the toilet, wash my hands, and come out. I open the door to find the woman standing there shaking her head like I had just committed some awful deed.

As it turns out, you're not allowed to flush/wash after giving a drug test sample, since that could create a situation where the potential-drugee could get rid of something illegal that they wouldn't want them to find. I guess a packet of clean urine or something.

Either way, this was something that she hadn't told me.

She says, "I'm sorry, but your test is now invalid." I just stand there until I hear an explanation, after which I say, "Well... I won't be able to give another one for a few hours. Can I come back?" She said, "No... Once you're here to give the test, we're not allowed you to leave... Similar reasoning to the running water rule."

So I can't leave and I can't go to the bathroom. I ask her what I can do to pass the time. She points out that there's a water cooler in the lobby.
So I spend the next half hour taking those little paper cylindrical cups and taking shot after shot of water until I could give another sample. I felt incredibly bloated. I gave the other sample, which was almost completely clear. She apologized and I went on my way, thoroughly displeased with the medical community.

And that is what grinds my gears.

You know what really grinds my gears?

When I summon some help into a battle, the summon, and my party, sees my enemies, and leaps off the castle wall, into the water surrounding the castle a several hundred feet below.

They'd rather do that than fight with me.

That's what grinds my gears.

Ya know what grinds MY gears? People who don't do their job right.

At Phillips Middle School, there is an eighth grade math teacher named Mrs. Johnson**. One day she decided to have us do the activity in our packets. She paired me up with the laziest, stupidest, loudest, brattiest girl in our class. She told us what to do and her cell rings. She leaves the room to answer. The girl I was paired up with, let's call her Brittany**, immediately went to sleep. She didn't even get up when our teacher came back in the room ten minutes later. (still talking on her cell phone) She expected everyone to be done when she just told us what to do. She didn't tell us where to find the answers for some of the questions. She praised the 2 most popular girls in our class for getting it all done.
She ALWAYS picks on me to be the one who goes up to the board when she KNOWS I'm the shyest person in the class. She always picks the two most popular preps in the class to hand out papers, correct papers even!!
One day she was late to class by a half-hour. She claimed she didn't hear the bell from inside the counselor's office.

Also, she didn't do her job right, because some students had to go back to school during summer vacation because she didn't finish everything she was supposed to teach them.

THAT'S what grinds my gears.

**=names have been changed

You know what really grinds my gears? Perverts. I had this art teacher, a fat old guy grey hair nasty b*****d. He would say all kinds of things inapropriate in the classroom like his politcal views and how "this girl looked so hot today and that's the kind of girl you boys should go after." (speaking to the boys in class) He had us do a drawing were we sat out in the hallway to draw the hallway so we could work on perspective and he watched every half-dressed preppy b***h that went by and commented on her legs or her bust. Not only that but he made racial comments against hispanics and African americans when he had both races in his class to their faces. Two girls were so upset they got up and left. And the worst part is the school basically can't get rid of him because he's got tenure.

That's what grinds my gears. (Or one thing, there's a lot of things)