<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660</id><updated>2024-10-05T06:27:42.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell is Other People</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-1601701485339352962</id><published>2011-06-11T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T18:37:58.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People who eavesdrop!</title><content type='html'>I HATE people who eavesdrop. &amp;nbsp;Those people who listen into every conversation and phone call and then feel the need to comment or butt in. &lt;br /&gt;
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There&#39;s a certain someone where I work, lets call him Ams,&amp;nbsp;who does this all the time. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And I really mean ALL THE TIME. &amp;nbsp;I can even be in the next room talking to someone or having a conversation on the phone, and old big ears listens in and, get this, actually shouts his comments through to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, I was talking near his desk, to a friend and he stopped his work and turned to us and just watched and&amp;nbsp;listened&amp;nbsp;to us. &amp;nbsp;Like we were some kind of television program!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ams has this other annoying habit of answering every question. &amp;nbsp;For example... &quot;Lucy, have you fixed the E-mail server?&quot; Before, I even have chance to open my mouth, he has answered for me. &amp;nbsp;He does this with everyone, ALL THE TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you know what? &amp;nbsp;This could turn into a full fledged rant about Ams, but I think I&#39;m going to save that for later...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/1601701485339352962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/1601701485339352962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/1601701485339352962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/1601701485339352962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2011/06/people-who-eavesdrop.html' title='People who eavesdrop!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-5173156153550858728</id><published>2011-04-08T22:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:53:59.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back To Work</title><content type='html'>As some of &amp;nbsp;you know, recently I&#39;ve been pretty ill, hence the extended rantless period, which ended up with me going in for surgery. &amp;nbsp;So I&#39;ve been off work for quite a while, which lets face it, ill or not is great! &amp;nbsp;I get to lie in bed all day watching films, playing my Xbox while people come and visit me bearing chocolate and sweets and Diet Coke! &amp;nbsp;My house mate even gave me a bell to ring should I require anything.... &amp;nbsp;I have decided I quite like this despite the wrenching pain in my stomach whenever I breathe (or laugh, tip: don&#39;t watch comedy films while you have stitches)&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it was my first day back yesterday, and so many people said things like &quot;Oooh I bet your glad to be back aren&#39;t you&quot; &amp;nbsp;&quot;I bet it must have been awful, you must have been so bored&quot;. &amp;nbsp;And I smile and nod and say yes, Im so glad to be back where I have to get up early, sit at a desk for 9 hours and have to make MYSELF coffee. &amp;nbsp;Its such a relief not have people coming around all the time with their gifts of confection. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m soooooo glad to back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well to be fair, I am glad the all pervading nausea, crippling&amp;nbsp;migraines, constant pain and fatigue are gone so I suppose work is a fair trade off.... actually no...&lt;b&gt; I&#39;LL TAKE THE SWEETS AND DIET COKE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In a moment of none sarcasm, massive thanks to all my friends and family who looked after me and came to visit &amp;nbsp;and called me, it was very very much appreciated. And to Pou... only 3 stroopwaffles left, I think I made them last quite well :P</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/5173156153550858728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/5173156153550858728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/5173156153550858728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/5173156153550858728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-back-to-work.html' title='Going Back To Work'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-8687400549758393782</id><published>2011-01-04T18:15:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:15:08.485+00:00</updated><title type='text'>People who needlessly hover</title><content type='html'>You know what Im talking about!&amp;nbsp; Those annoying people who just hover round for no reason.&amp;nbsp; They look like they are going to say something, or maybe do something useful, but no, they just hover there like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;
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Say something, do something or GO AWAY!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/8687400549758393782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/8687400549758393782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/8687400549758393782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/8687400549758393782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2011/01/people-who-needlessly-hover.html' title='People who needlessly hover'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-6939826582565227240</id><published>2010-12-20T20:13:00.005+00:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T19:16:18.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People who mess about in car parks</title><content type='html'>So... its nearly Christmas and I decided to pop to sainsburys for some christmas essentials... wrapping paper, gift tags, Hello Kitty stationary, you know the usual.&amp;nbsp; Now the thing that I hate most about supermarkets is the car parks.&amp;nbsp; People just faf around and get in my way constantly!&amp;nbsp; Seriously, there was some clueless woman with a shopping trolley just in the middle of the road not moving!!&amp;nbsp; WHY???&amp;nbsp; Why on earth would she think its a good idea to just plonk her self in the middle of the road in a supermarket car park a few days before christmas???&amp;nbsp; As I drove up to her, I stopped (I am nothing but restrained) and she just looked at me, LOOKED AT ME!! as if I was doing something insane... So I motioned for her to get out of the road and she continued to stare as if I had 3 heads or something... 2 minutes when past, and being the ultra polite&amp;nbsp; person I am, beeped my horn for about 10 seconds so she could have no doubt of my intention.&amp;nbsp; She leaped about 5 foot in the air and scuttled off to the pavement... yes the pavement... for pedestrians!&lt;br /&gt;
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First obstacle overcome, I drive around looking for a car parking space, and would you believe it, someone else gets in my way.&amp;nbsp; This time the car I am following just decided to stop.&amp;nbsp; There doesn&#39;t seem to be any reason for this, no mad women with trolleys in sight, no one quickly getting in or out of the car.&amp;nbsp; Nothing... Just stopped.&amp;nbsp; Do people realise there are other cars that want to, god forbid, actually park???&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Then there is the classic... The reverse without looking straight into the road where you have to slam on your brakes to avoid ploughing into them side on... or my personal favorite, lets take up 2 car parking spaces as I cant be arsed to park properly and everyone else can just park around me, so when I leave, the other drivers will look like they have the inability to park.&lt;br /&gt;
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oh and happy christmas</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/6939826582565227240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/6939826582565227240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/6939826582565227240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/6939826582565227240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-who-fuck-about-in-car-parks.html' title='People who mess about in car parks'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-2335554840621578900</id><published>2010-12-17T19:29:00.003+00:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:59:22.486+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraines and being burgled</title><content type='html'>Not much to say except both at the same time is really not funny :(</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/2335554840621578900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/2335554840621578900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/2335554840621578900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/2335554840621578900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2010/12/migrains-and-being-burgled.html' title='Migraines and being burgled'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-6966905432079694968</id><published>2010-12-10T18:38:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T18:44:35.291+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that people do in WoW that annoy me</title><content type='html'>Ok, I play World of Warcraft, i&#39;m a geek I admit it wholeheartedly.&amp;nbsp; As some of you no doubt know, the new expantion came out this week, so I&#39;ve been leveling like mad along with the other addicted masses...&lt;br /&gt;
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However some people in game behaviour really bring out the worst in me.. So here is a list of things that people do in WoW that annoy me...&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp; People who put herbs on the AH in stacks of 1.&amp;nbsp; You money grabbing bastards!&lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; Druids who swoop in and steal a herb that I&#39;m tryng to pick.&amp;nbsp; Just because you don&#39;t have to break flight form doesn&#39;t mean you don&#39;t have to have manners!&lt;br /&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp; Players in a PuG that have to constantly go on about how great they are....&amp;nbsp; Well I had the legendary mace and I don&#39;t link it in every other sentence.&amp;nbsp; Get some god damn modesty you egotistical idiots!&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Players in PuG&#39;s that constantly link recount after every trash pull just to show they are top dps... until a boss fight when they are&amp;nbsp;generally rubbish and go all quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
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5.&amp;nbsp; Finally,&amp;nbsp; people who kill my mobs, take my quest items and get in my way.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t you all know that this is MY game?&amp;nbsp; You are ruining it for me.&amp;nbsp; GO AWAY!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/6966905432079694968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/6966905432079694968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/6966905432079694968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/6966905432079694968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-that-people-do-in-wow-that-annoy.html' title='Things that people do in WoW that annoy me'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-933308676318835505</id><published>2010-11-28T16:25:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:25:42.487+00:00</updated><title type='text'>People who ring me on a Saturday morning from work</title><content type='html'>I HATE people who ring me from work at 8:45 on a god damn saturday morning who then go on to say in their most scornful voice..&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Are you still in bed???&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes im still bloody in bed on my day off!&amp;nbsp; I am NOT going to set my alarm and get up early on my only day off on the offchance that YOU have done something moronic to the computer system!!&lt;br /&gt;
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DIEEEE!!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/933308676318835505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/933308676318835505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/933308676318835505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/933308676318835505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-who-ring-me-on-saturday-morning.html' title='People who ring me on a Saturday morning from work'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-1247697779560044156</id><published>2010-11-28T12:58:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T18:47:52.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Hats That Make Me Look Stupid</title><content type='html'>Now as many of my close friends know, I am always complaining about the cold.&amp;nbsp; And it being the dead of winter and at least -30 degrees outside, I decided it was time to buy a winter hat.&amp;nbsp; But what kind?&amp;nbsp; You see so many women walking around town, donned in their stylish arctic headwear, they make it look so easy.&amp;nbsp; But is it?.... NO!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lost?.... Lost in a tescos bag?&amp;nbsp; Why should be Twix be anymore precious than my other vital groceries?&amp;nbsp; Is this a comman phenonman?&amp;nbsp; Do items usualy disappear from Tescos bags?&amp;nbsp; If it is, I would have saved my Diet Coke from this impending voayage into the unknown, not my Twix.&amp;nbsp; Oh had I but known!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/4887682175092850358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/4887682175092850358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/4887682175092850358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/4887682175092850358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-tescos.html' title='A trip to Tesco&#39;s'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15557660.post-3506321399559167139</id><published>2010-11-26T18:33:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:23:52.686+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Corparate Business People</title><content type='html'>I HATE so called inspiring pictures of corporate business...&amp;nbsp; See for yourselves..&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously, is there anything more annoying than these people who wander around in their ridiculous uncomfortable suits with cuff links, thinking they are so important... walking around the place, talking in a loud voice about they are looking to expand their portfolio of properties or other such nonsense.&amp;nbsp; Be warned, you will find most of these working in marketing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So if your one of these people, and use buzzwords like &quot;webinar&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;blue sky thinking&quot; or refer to problems as &quot;challenges&quot;&amp;nbsp;, do me a favour, find the nearest tree and hang yourself.&amp;nbsp; Think of it as &quot;resource downsizing&quot; for the good of the human race.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/feeds/3506321399559167139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/15557660/3506321399559167139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/3506321399559167139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15557660/posts/default/3506321399559167139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellisotherpeoplels.blogspot.com/2010/11/corparate-business-people.html' title='Corparate Business People'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357406940302302689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBccw2MQ-SwjpNw_zt5nKxevHS5luCy1AWY_6DHqXduW0R39UZWNnX-OsRmgumemzwgroDEDc-CzszDuF_5ocKnqd4fVMN5FfoaC505ilIyFoPOuCmDf1vgK1eOZVF5zkIO5esA/s72-c/businesswomen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>