Sunday, May 7, 2017

Reply All = Lazy, Clueless or Inconsiderate?

I hate "Reply All".   This little button has been responsible destroying millions of hours of productivity across the globe.    I am pissed at the guy (or girl) who invented this button, but I am more pissed at the DOPEs around the world who mindlessly click this time predator.

Too many people hit "Reply All" without thinking.   I don't know if these Reply All Addicts are too lazy, too clueless or too inconsiderate to think about the time they are wasting.   Perhaps their time is so valueless that don't mind wasting my time and yours.

Before hitting "Reply All" think about who really needs to see your response.  Please take 10 seconds to considerately think about your friends and colleagues.  Do they really need to see your response?  Will it change their life for the better?  Will it save them time or money?  Is there anything they can or should do about the content of the email?

If the building is in fire, hit reply all.  If your company is at risk of imminent collapse, go for it.  If Aunt Sadie is about to breathe her last breath, be my guest.

Otherwise, hands off "Reply All".

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Sloppy, Inconsiderate, Safety Hazard

Grumpy old man doesn't care how messy you keep your home.  It is none of my business.  But when you bring you slovenly habits to public places, it is my business.

This photo from the gym shows a DOPE (Doesn't operate properly in the Environment) just throws her gym bag in the walkway behind the treadmill she is on.

It boggles my mind that anyone can be this clueless and inconsiderate.   The gym is not your personal closet.  Aside from sloppy, my main concern is that this is a safety hazard.  If some old guy (older even then me) were to trip on this, it could be serious.

Pick up your stuff, DOPE!

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Nothing Makes Me Grumpier!

I have finally figured it out.  The thing that pisses me off more than anything else.  The lowest form of scum on the planet.   The world's biggest DOPEs (doesn't operate properly for the environment), the most inconsiderate people to roam the earth.

Yesterday evening I was at the grocery store.  This DOPE (sidebar - it takes every bit of grumpy old man's self control not to unleash a string of disgusting, though accurate, expletives to describe this jerk) was walking around the store with his dog.  A Chihuahua on a leash with a service dog vest.

BULLSH-T !!!!                  

Uncharacteristically, Grumpy Old Man was cool, calm and collected.  20 years ago I would have been in his face.

How can someone be such an inconsiderate loser to take his dog to a food store and to put a Service Dog vest on it?  

You can't leave your dog alone for 20 minutes while you go shopping?

You have so little regard for your neighbors that you take a dog into food establishment?

You have so little concern for Americans with Disabilities that require service animals that you hijack their tools and denigrate their needs?

Sunday, March 12, 2017

The Cure for Being a Grumpy Old Man

Grumpy Old Man had a few days off.  Self-medication good for temperament.  Cheers.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Grumpy Old Lady Joke

Just because I am grumpy old man doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good laugh.

An elderly Scotsman lay dying in his bed.

While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite biscuits wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.

Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

With labored breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.

Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite biscuits, freshly baked.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Scottish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His aged and withered hand trembled towards a biscuit at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a spatula.............

"Bugger off" she said, "they're for the funeral."

- Grumpy Old Man