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I am aware that I am in a tiny minority here, but I hate, hate, hate it when I am addressed by my first name by cashiers, service people, etc. who don't know me, have never known me and will more than likely never see me again. My first name is for people I have personal relationships with. Period.
I am aware that their employers train them to use my name, so I don't blame them, but keep my name out of our one-time business relationship.
Thank you for listening. I feel better now.
I hate it when the toilet paper doesn't get replaced in the bathroom stall at work or the bathroom at home!
It's pretty rare that I get annoyed or worked up but I was on a plane a few weeks ago coming home from a business trip and a very loud, crude man sat next to me. He kept referring to the flight attendant as "dude" and was muttering demeaning things about him under his breath just because they needed to put his jacket in the storage bin. I hate adult men calling other people "dude" whether to be insulting or to sound cool. To make it worse, he reeked of smoke AND he chewed gum with his mouth open and smacked/blew/popped bubbles the entire time. Right when we landed, a baby started hysterically screaming and I was soooo thankful. I was in a murderous rage by that point.
I don't mind "Miss Catherine" by children - but then again, I hail from the South and in my family this is reserved for single women "above a certain age" - which I am :) I do prefer that to "Ms Last Name" outside of a professional setting as this makes me feel older for some reason....in my professional environment everyone pretty much uses first names unless we are talking to the media, etc.
What I really hate is to be called "babe", "honey", "sweetie", or whatever by store clerks of either gender, or just strangers in general. Endearments are for partners/significant others/spouses. I know that a lot of people do this and mean nothing by it, and that is fine, but I find it irritating.
Our names get printed on our receipts at certain grocery stores...especially the ones that you use a "preferred shopper's card". But yes, I don't like it either when I'm at the register paying and they say to me "Thank you for shopping at Dominick's, Linda"...it's just creepy to me.
+1, Catrin. Being called "Miss" for myself, I view as very tame. The other stuff, I just dislike from either male or female unless it is my partner.
But he doesn't even call me any of the above which when I hear other people call me any of those 3 terms, it's jarring for me to hear it.
I hate rude people! The ones that can't wait patiently in a line because "I'm in a hurry" and when they get to the register have to go get something they forgot. Go ahead rude person, just make everybody wait, it's your world I'm just livin in it! The good thing is that being nice to somebody in this town, goes a long way. Sad but true. Most places I frequently shop at know me and just a little "hi how are you?" goes really far. SAD...
" Mrs." doesn't bother me, because I either sound like
Mrs. His mom
or
Mrs. My mom
I get called " Miss 'My First Name' " at work sometimes; it used to bug me, and I used to take A STAND, but now I just imagine myself as Miss Scarlet, making clothing out of the window blinds or whatever I can find. If not MizzScahlet, then I am the RomperRoom lady, which is at least equally ridiculous.
Well, maybe I am projecting my own stuff around the things that piss me off, but I am human. I grew up in a super competitive academic type community and while I swore I wouldn't do that to my kids, in the end I wanted them to have the same great public education I had :). Yes, I turned into my parents, I guess. But, the bragging insufferable parents really exist in all walks of life. Too many people live their lives through their children; while I love mine, I tried to see them as real people, with flaws as all people have. So when I hear people constantly droning on and on about their kids, I just think, gee, what is missing in their lives?
I used to go through the roof when I got carded buying beer, but now I just crack up and take off my hat.