So I was talking to Erin this morning. Erin meaning the person who works for me. Not Erin my daughter. I mean, well, I talked to her this morning, but you know what I mean…
We got talking about names. And I have this thing about names. Call it a pet peeve, of sorts. I showed her a flyer of an event we’ll be going to for work next week and there’s a picture of the presenter on there.
Erin commented that it looked like one of her professors, Joel Smith. Smith isn’t his last name, but Joel is his first name. We’re protecting the innocent here at I Got Nothin’.
My first comment was that I have a hard time thinking of a professor named Joel. To me, Joel is a great name for a guy — up until about 23 or so. Then it should automatically go to just Joe.
Or, think of it this way. Imagine all the girls that were born with names like Brittany, Amber, or, heck, even Destiny.
“Um, hi, I’d like you to meet my grandmother Amber.” It just doesn’t fit.
If you give a kid a name like that, I think it’s fine. Until they are about 18. Then, by law, their name should change. Ambers and Brittanys should become something else, I don’t know, Donna or Ann.
And, the reverse is true. Want to name your daughter in an older fashion like Harriett. Knock yourself out. But give her another name for the first 21 years of her life. Name her Destiny/Harriett.
Same goes with guys. Don’t name your newborn son Harold. Give him that when he’s 45 or older. Maybe for the first part of his life he could be Chip.
And then the opposite applies. Want to name him Zach or Logan? I’m good with that, as long as he becomes Michael or John when he’s 30.
I don’t know. Those are my thoughts. With apologies to those of you that have named your offspring one of the above!
What else? I got nothin’.
Well, the last post set a record with 11 comments — not that I’m keeping track or anything like that. Not sure this one will top that mark, but I do want your feedback once you’ve read through this.
But, what is this, you ask?
It’s a list of some of my pet peeves.
Wipe the snow off your car. This isn’t hard, people. And, I’m not just talking about getting it off your windows. I’m talking about getting it off the top of your car. You know, so it doesn’t fly back as you accelerate and land on my windshield.
You’re in the wrong line! Twelve items or less means just that. It doesn’t mean 13. And it certainly doesn’t mean 18. The thing about this, I’m just as pissed at the register person here as I am for the person violating the rule. If it looks like more, tell them to go in the other line. Or, if you aren’t sure, but you count as you go, tell them next time to go in the other line. This is why we have rules.
In or out. Which is first? Ok, so I’m on the elevator (or the subway) and my door opens. You know what? I’ve got the right of way. That’s right, let me out before you get on. I hate that. You’re not going to get anywhere faster if you get on first, because I’ve still got to get off. And, you getting on first, well, you just made that more difficult.
You can’t wait 10 seconds? I have road rage. I’m the first to admit. But I think I got it from being in situations where you’re driving down the road with nobody behind you for as far as you can see. Then, what’s that? It’s an idiot pulling out in front of you and then slowing you down to an absolute crawl. Wait until I go by (about 10 seconds) and then do what you please.
There’s no such thing — as a first annual! I hate reading about a First Annual Anything. You know what, unless you’ve had one, it can’t be that! Try just “first” or “innaugural.” Ah, so much better.
Hello. Goodbye. When we’re talking on the phone, don’t end our conversation with “Bye now.” It’s not “now.” It’s just “bye.” Of course it’s now, because that’s when you said it, but you don’t have to announce to the world that you’re saying bye at that exact moment!
Dumb walkers. You know this one. You’re in the mall, leaving a concert or sporting event. Anything with a significant number of people walking at the same time. Well, stick to the rules. Stay on the right. The worst thing you can do? Stop on a dime when people are behind you. Doesn’t matter if there’s something you see or someone you need to talk to. Get out of the way of others before carrying on your business.
I’m sure I’ll think of more. But, what do you think? Tell me one (or more) of your pet peeves.
What else? I got nothin’.