I'm in a bad mood....

No, really, I'm in such a crappy mood, not even a fabulous email from E chould cheer me up. I'm guessing the stress of this past week (cramming to get all of my grad work done by last night. Note to self, procrastination is BAD.) has finally caught up with me. That, and the fact that after finishing my fall semester at 10:15 p.m. last night (yes! He kept us 15 minutes late for the last class! I'm sure that didn't do much for his evaluations), I don't feel that I should have to be here at work at all today (when everyone and their brother has a snow day). Yet here I am, trying make the day go faster. So far, it's not working.

In honor of my crappy mood, I believe it's time for me to share some of my biggest pet peeves. I should note that some of these would not normally bother me, however, today, I noticed every little thing is getting under my skin. Let's start with some grad school pet peeves....

• People who use power point for a presentation, and then read the power point word for word. This earns extra pet peeve points if the presenter has also handed out a copy of the power point for you to read along.
• People who make it extremely well known they want to get out of class early, and then proceed to roll their eyes or sigh loudly while you're presenting. Um, excuse me, but last week I had to sit through your twenty minute presentation, and I spent half the night finishing mine, so you'll damn well sit there until I'm done.
• People who walk down the middle of a staircase, so when you're trying to go up, there's no room on either side
• I get annoyed when the employees at the Starbucks in the union forget to put whipped cream on my gingerbread latte and then look at me like I'm asking for one of their kidneys when I ask to have it added.
• I mutter obscenities under my breath when I let someone in front of me in traffic and they fail to give a 'thank you' wave. That's just plain rude.
• Professors who keep me in class late, especially when the class doesn't end until 10:00 p.m.
• People who walk out of a door right in front of you and let it slam in your face.

I'm noticing a trend that all of these pet peeves have to do with people. Perhaps it's best if I isolate myself until I'm fit to be around others. I don't think my boss will go for that, though. Bah humbug.