Peeves.

Okay. We all speak English here. Let's use it.

Barnes and Noble. It's a bookstore. No "S" exists at the end of "Noble."

Borders. Another corporate bookstore. It's NOT the same as the store listed above.

Discount cards. When I ask you if you have one of "our" discount cards (obviously stating my company) and you pull out the competitor's card and say, "Well, this should work," I will have to resist all urge to smack you. And if you're like the lady yesterday who asked, "Huh, where am I" (I know, it's SUPER confusing given the five million displays saying our name) and then I tell you and you STILL give me the "other" card, stating, "Oh, it's all the same," I WILL sigh. Cause I already explained it. Very nicely. TWO. DIFFERENT. COMPANIES.

Floors. We have more than one. Be happy we have so many selections, not angry that we're making you place yourself onto an escalator that will magically transport you to the next floor.

Name-tags. We have to wear them. They get in the way. They say our names. Please don't address me by name, however. I don't know yours and I find it creepy. And whatever you do, don't walk up to me, look at my name-tag and say, "Do you work here?" Because I've gotten to the point where I WILL respond, "No, I just think it's a gorgeous accessory in which to have my name displayed. Kind of like Flava-Flav's grill."

Okay. So while I was writing this, I paused to catch up on some other blogs. I went to Tomato Nation, whose author is the creator of my favorite website (Television Without Pity). Now, I am far less eloquent, but you can't imagine how pleased I was to find a similar rant, which includes my irritation with the mispronunciation of a certain bookstore's name.

I'm actually going to continue this entry in increments. I am too tired to deal. However, I do have Charlie for the weekend. And I could use some snuggle time.