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Quote of the Day:
"Oh no! I should do something...but I am already in my pajamas." - Dr. Farnsworth, "Futurama"
Don't laugh. I've actually said this out loud a couple of times before.
I hate people who like forwarding crap.
I mean, I used to just hate the forwards, but now, I actually hate the people who forward them to begin with.
Okay, if some of you on my Friends list have actually dared to forward me stuff before, let this be a warning. I'm not amused. I don't read the shit you send me. I automatically delete it and I curse you immediately afterwards.
One time? I actually called a friend and tried to find some diplomatic way of telling her to quit forwarding me stupid shit that would require me to forward it on to seven other people, etc., etc., etc.
I mean, don't get me wrong. This person is a perfectly nice, sweet person. And yes, I get the fact that she's easily amused by some of these quaint little poems and tales.
But me? Not so much.
Let's get one thing straight: I'm a paranoid person to begin with. I don't subscribe to superstitions, but on occassion, I have paused to wonder if my overall lousy luck has something to do with the fact that I haven't become a plague to e-mail recipients by forwarding other people useless, stupid e-mails that serve no purpose in the grand scheme of things.
I explained this to the aforementioned friend, who laughed and said I was uber-paranoid. She promised to never forward me chain letters agin.
But guess what?!
She's still forwarding me stupid shit about angels and stuff.
There's a bunch of women in my department who also enjoy forwarding things. And they, like, send it out to everyone in the department. Like, WTF??
You know what kind of person enjoys forwarding crap?
9 out of 10 times (and this is an unscientific observation that I've made, based solely on personal experience), it's some middle aged woman, usually married with kids, who finds e-mail to be this wonderful little novelty.
This is indicative of a few things:
1. This person has no life.
2. This person is easily amused by stupid crap.
3. This person has no concept of just how annoying her actions are.
There's this one forward that asks you to compare two pictures and when you click on the link, this stupid picture of some monster or something screams out at you.
Three people have already opened it and all over the office, you hear the same sound clip blasting from various work stations.
Okay.
That's the end of today's rant.
Maybe.
(I thought I might have more to say about this subject, but it turns out I don't.)
"Oh no! I should do something...but I am already in my pajamas." - Dr. Farnsworth, "Futurama"
Don't laugh. I've actually said this out loud a couple of times before.
I hate people who like forwarding crap.
I mean, I used to just hate the forwards, but now, I actually hate the people who forward them to begin with.
Okay, if some of you on my Friends list have actually dared to forward me stuff before, let this be a warning. I'm not amused. I don't read the shit you send me. I automatically delete it and I curse you immediately afterwards.
One time? I actually called a friend and tried to find some diplomatic way of telling her to quit forwarding me stupid shit that would require me to forward it on to seven other people, etc., etc., etc.
I mean, don't get me wrong. This person is a perfectly nice, sweet person. And yes, I get the fact that she's easily amused by some of these quaint little poems and tales.
But me? Not so much.
Let's get one thing straight: I'm a paranoid person to begin with. I don't subscribe to superstitions, but on occassion, I have paused to wonder if my overall lousy luck has something to do with the fact that I haven't become a plague to e-mail recipients by forwarding other people useless, stupid e-mails that serve no purpose in the grand scheme of things.
I explained this to the aforementioned friend, who laughed and said I was uber-paranoid. She promised to never forward me chain letters agin.
But guess what?!
She's still forwarding me stupid shit about angels and stuff.
There's a bunch of women in my department who also enjoy forwarding things. And they, like, send it out to everyone in the department. Like, WTF??
You know what kind of person enjoys forwarding crap?
9 out of 10 times (and this is an unscientific observation that I've made, based solely on personal experience), it's some middle aged woman, usually married with kids, who finds e-mail to be this wonderful little novelty.
This is indicative of a few things:
1. This person has no life.
2. This person is easily amused by stupid crap.
3. This person has no concept of just how annoying her actions are.
There's this one forward that asks you to compare two pictures and when you click on the link, this stupid picture of some monster or something screams out at you.
Three people have already opened it and all over the office, you hear the same sound clip blasting from various work stations.
Okay.
That's the end of today's rant.
Maybe.
(I thought I might have more to say about this subject, but it turns out I don't.)