Tuesday Hatred: Impudent Twist
I hate it when I get tea at a café (I know, I know; starting off on the wrong foot; one should get coffee at a café and tea at a tea house) and the cup is placed on a saucer which is too small to accommodate the eventual placement of the object which contains the steeping tea. For of course I will not simply leave it in. Mindful readers will recall that I hate oversteeped tea. This is truly a problem for which no reasonable solution exists. I also hate it when I forget to sign out of my various IM subscriptions before leaving home. I hate being scooped. I hate attempting to condense three chapters’ worth of material into a presentable article format (I don’t mean an article which I can present somewhere; that would be far too condensed; I just mean something which is presentable qua article).
I hate when I do a piss-poor job peeling boiled eggs.
I really hate it when documents are required “in Word format”, when as far as I can tell they’re just going to be printed out anyway. Listen—I have a nicely formatted LaTeX cv; I can give it to you as a pdf, you can view it anywhere and it’ll look fine—why the fuck do you want it ““in Word format””?
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