Stuff

I take issue with quite a few things, although not to the point of becoming obsessive. Well that's not true; once my knickers in a twist about something, I'm well and truly wedgied by it for the rest of my life.

One thing that I can't reconcile myself with is things on PC keyboards. I'm currently using Trump's computer as she takes a well-earned, post-dinner snooze. This is what I found on her keyboard:

Now, I know I shouldn't really complain - especially since it's not my PC - but why do people rest things on their keyboards in such a way? It just annoys me. It's not so noticeable here, but tomorrow I'll be using a PC at the Moonlighting Drugs Testing Agency and I can guarantee that there will be about three or four pens resting on the keyboard of the PC that I'll be using to do number crunching and stuff. They just get in the way, and if I hit the keys hard enough, the pens and pencils bounce up and roll into the path of my rapidly dancing digits.

Grrrr.

Another "stuff" thing that I have well and truly decided that I dislike is peppers. You know those bell pepper things? More to the point I don't like them: chopped small in things; raw in salads. I had some sushi for lunch and there were two tiny bits of red pepper in one of the fishy roll things. What the fuck for? They added nothing to the flavour, mainly because they fell out due to my poor chopstick control, but nonetheless, they contributed absolutely nothing to my £1.99 lunch. That's £1.99 for something that looked like it had been cobbled together from the contents of the pig bin.

I know where I stand with my minestrone cup a soups and so I really should stick to what I know, even though they do contain far too much in the way of rehydrated red pepper.


Dangling
What is it with those fucktards who hang anything that can be hung from a lanyard around their necks? You see them wandering about town, looking "cool", with a mobile phone, set of keys, MP3 player and shite dangling from a neck band. Nobs. The same is true for work colleagues who hang keys, nail clippers and pens from their ID card chain. I suppose the sound of them jangling along serves a similar purpose to the bells that lepers used to warn of their approach: "Cock alert! Heads down unless you want an hour long conversation with a fuckwit!". They could always try wearing a collar and a bell like my cats have.

Of course, I do use one of these things myself for my work ID card. It looks like this:

Actually, I have two because I work for two places. I am blessed.

Anyway, you see the quick panic release bit that sits at the back of the neck for when your being throttled by an angry member of the public. You see, working with NHS staff members, I can fully understand why members of the public would want to strangle certain NHS employees.