What drives you nuts in the morning?greenspun.com : LUSENET : ordinary ups + downs : One Thread
I'm a morning person, but only if I wake up on my own. The person or thing that disturbs my slumber better have a good reason. Like I could understand being woken up prematurely if the bed was on fire, but that's about it.
And noise, nothing makes me crankier than waking up to a stereo or tv that was left on the night before.
-- Christine (email@example.com), February 05, 2000
I am not a morning person. Anything LOUD that wakes me up makes me grumpy in the morning. Jack hammers at 7 AM, dogs barking... but the thing that annoys me most is the person who lays on their horn at 6 am when they come to pick up one of my neighbors. Not just a little beep... a long, obnoxious, who-cares-who-is-sleeping hooooooonnnnnnnkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. UGH. Ya know, there ought to be law. :)
-- Kristin Spero (firstname.lastname@example.org), February 06, 2000.
Mornings suck. Bite the big one, hate every one of them.
And as much as I love all of my dogs, they drive me nuts in the morning. I'm a snoozebar person, hitting it nearly 6 times a morning. Each time it goes off they jump up and run over to me..
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy -- Are you getting up Becase I WANT TO GO OUT, and THEN I want to PLAY."
Uck, GO Lay down please!
This goes on indefinitley till I stumbled out of bed and then the three of the proceed to trip me all the way to the front door. I can barely see or walk as it is and it's not much fun to have three dogs underfoot.
And don't get me started when one of them feels like it's too cold to go out and then I have to go all the way out with them instead of just standing in the doorway.
But I love them, I really do. I'd just like to make mornings start about three hours later than they normally do.
-- Colleen (email@example.com), February 07, 2000.
not to say that i don't occasionally fall into that category myself...
stupid people get on my nerves in the morning...quickly.
driving to work. i've already been jarred out of peaceful sleep by an obnoxious clock, decided that i have absolutely *nothing* to wear, and gone through all the tedious morning rituals with my eyes doing their best to remain cemented shut. after glaring again at the clock to find that i'm running later than i need to be, i get out on the road and notice that the bell curve of humanity is just as i left it the previous evening.
i follow the law on the road. i stop at the red, go at the green, keep my distance, and do my best not to run over any stupid people who may meander into my path.
bipedally locomotive beings aside, there are still other car-persons to contend with. stupid car-persons. the woman in front of me is cruising at five miles under the speed limit. a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter moves faster. the guy behind me, affectionately known as "The Proctologist", is two inches from my bumper and can probably tell you what color underwear i have on. the species known scientifically as humanis moronis (or commonly as Speed Racer) routinely crosses my path as he weaves in and out of lanes so he may arrive at work .0125 seconds faster. when his weaving lands him behind me or adjacent to me at a stop light, i gloat. because nine of ten times, he started out four or five cars ahead of me.
it's a necessary evil, but it makes me cranky.
-- dana the grump (firstname.lastname@example.org), February 08, 2000.
Not much, really. Morning is one of the most relaxing times of the day for me, and I think it would take a persistent effort by something or somebody to get my blood pressure up. The dogs and I go for our cruise around the river before the rest of the family wakes up, and on a weekday, our routine is pretty smooth and well defined. On the weekends, I head to the market (I like to get there early) and talk to the same people who don't mind being up and about on a Saturday morning. On Sunday morning, I'm on the ice playing hockey by 8:30. I do try to avoid driving anywhere, though. I think rush hour traffic must be cruel and unusual punishment at that time of day...
-- Michael (email@example.com), February 10, 2000.