The Ring That Milk Leaves

I have many pet peeves and lastly to decide which one is worse than the other is a hard thing to do. For the sake of a statement I think I could say I absolutely detest when a person drinks a glass of milk and does not rinse the glass out.

The ring that the milk leaves in the bottom is impossible to wash out. If the milk sits for the night it gets thick and hard. The ring at bottom is hard to reach and therefore is almost impossible to clean. You could let the glass sit with some water in it but then again you still have a dirty glass.

A dirty glass.....to put the wash cloth in there and turn it is a bit of an effort. And depending on the size of glass, well, that could even make it a lot more fun. By the time you get to soaking the glass, turning the wash cloth, and going through all the motions of washing it is the next day.

The next day......to think if the person who drank milk just took the two seconds to rinse the glass out I would not have to take two days to wash the milk out of the glass. What a concept, rinsing the glass out. Two seconds for two days. This is a definite pet peeve.

I hate doing dishes to begin with and then to take two days to wash one glass. It just infuriates me to think that a process so simple can be so hard and time consuming. There is the dishwasher for conveniece but again how well does the dishwasher wash the dishes when they are not rinsed out. I mean, come on, we all have seen the commercials. The ones were the kids loaded the dishwasher and did not rinse the dishes. Food caked on and impossible to get off. Well milk is worse.

I don't know if I developed this peeve at my early age when my cousin brought it up. It seems since then I do notice this little thing and it does irritate me enough that I will go and rinse the glass myself. Rinse the glass out myself......almost compulsive isn't it? I know I am not compulsive but leave a empty glass of milk on counter and don't rinse it out. The ring of milk just sits there almost saying to me........" I got this glass".

Maybe if the person would take that time to rinse the glass, they did take time to pour the milk I could pull myself out of the urge to do it myself. That would be rinsing the glass for them. Or maybe that person should do my dishes. That would be a good thing, nailing all the people in my house that drink milk and make them do my dishes.

You know I think I just solved my problem and pet peeve........I could put a sign up letting all milk drinkers in my home know that they do dishes if they don't take that two seconds to RINSE THE GLASS. I could not buy milk, but I like milk, and I do rinse my glass. Then again I do the dishes too and I don't have a dishwasher. So I can say that this pet peeve of mine will probably be with me till the day I die. I will take this to my grave with many thoughts of " If only that person could have rinsed the glass".

The Ring That Milk Leaves

Sorry for the first post...

I somehow managed to post half of my last post first, Sorry about that and please refer to the post above.

Misinformed

My last pet peeve is similar to Angela's as it is a complaint about SOME of the administration at SFU. This situation, although it does not involve me directly, it does affect me indirectly. My girlfriend was a former student at the University of Victoria and after her first year decided that she missed home and wanted to come back. Her school of choice in the lower mainland was of course SFU, she tells me it's because of the short commute but I like to think its because she can't get enough of me. Anyways, she came up with me one day near the end of spring semester last year to find out some information about applying for Spring semester 07. She was told to come back in the summer. So summer rolls around, and she comes up to find out when to apply. She is told that early November will be fine. During this time she is at Douglas upgrading a Psyc. course. On November she comes up to hand in her application, and this is a rendition of the response she recieved, "We're sorry, but SFU will not be accepting any late applications". I was with her but not in earshot of the discussion but she told me that she told the woman that she informed that November would be fine. "Oh, well we've had to let some people go and I'm very sorry that you were misinformed" was her response. Danielle, or I couldn't believe it and after a few weeks of fighting there was nothing more we could do. Needless to say she was disapointed as well as myself. In the defence of the initial woman who misinformed us of the application date, people make mistakes however, I have learned that as a team or institution such as SFU, we have to own up to our mistakes and try and set things right. There was no effort to do this.

My last pet peeve is similar to Angela's as it is a complaint about SOME of the administration at SFU. This situation, although it does not involve me directly, it does affect me indirectly. My girlfriend was a former student at the University of Victoria and after her first year decided that she missed home and wanted to come back. Her school of choice in the Lower Mainland was of course

Thank-you advisors, I will never come back

I am a second year student at SFU and most of you may know that we need to declare our major by third year. Majority of students know what they are majoring in or know what they are going to do for the rest of their life, however, I’m not one of them. Therefore, I was recommended by a friend to go speak with an advisor. “Great idea!”, I thought. I quickly made an appointment with the first advisor to discuss my major. However, that did not work through because she found out that she made another appointment with another student. “No problem” I thought to myself, I’ll just make another appointment with another advisor. Okay, the next appointment is on Wednesday at 11:00am with another advisor. Wednesday morning 10:00am I receive a call from SFU saying that my advisor is sick and can not meet with me and asked me to reschedule. Funny thing is, they don’t reschedule for you, you have to start from scratch and wait for another week for the next available spot. Most of you may react like me, “what kind of advisors do we have up on SFU? Rather they are unorganized or they are sick!” In any case, I went back to SFU’s advising counter and asked to make another appointment. The receptionist says “Sorry, there won’t be any available spots until 2 weeks later”. Yes! I was upset! I wanted to talk to my advisor before my registration day comes so I won’t be taking anymore random courses, but that won’t be happening anymore. So now I am stuck with taking another 4 random courses for summer. Maybe I can finally see an advisor before winter semester comes around.

Codes of Conduct

Some commuters are so rude I'm talking about these people who take transit ALL THE TIME, and yet still seem to be completely oblivious to those unspoken expectations of common courtesy involved with riding a skytrain or bus.

Every morning I face the exact same problem: I get on the skytrain and take a seat to allow space for others. By the time I arrive at Lougheed, there is no longer any standing room on the train. People are squashing themselves in, pushing others out of their way, with no one in mind but themselves. Production Way rolls around, and now I need to get off! But are others moving to allow me to exit? No! "Excuse me, pardon me, sorry" I say politely, trying to gently push the immobile people out of my way, and yet frantic because of the impending jingle warning of a closing door. People often even get on the skytrain before I can weave my way off!

I, too, have heard stories of the way people are treated by rude others on transit. Like the girl who rode past her stop because no one would let her out, or the man in a wheelchair stranded wthin a sea of stubborn people (really... who is going to take you spot?!?), or the blind woman to whom no one would surrender a seat.

On a similar note, it really peeves me when people don't take their backpacks off on the bus. There are even SIGNS urging you to practice this act of common courtesy! There have been a few times when the backpack of a standing individual has been so big and so close to my face, that there was little room for me to even breathe! I'M not going to let someone's melly carry-all brush the tip of my nose for a grueling 20 minute ride on the bus! "Excuse me? Could you please take off your backpack..?", and I promise I say this in the nicest possible voice. When it has been me with the backpack on, I apologize profusely and also suffer mild mortification at having so blatantly broken a transit 'code of conduct'. But no. These people snarl at me when I ask them, and give me dirty looks for the rest of the ride! Beware of the nasty commuter!!!