the sound of someone clipping their fingernails makes me want to vomit; therefore, i get incredibly annoyed (and nauseous) when i hear someone clipping his or her fingernails in public. don't get me wrong - i know that one needs to clip his fingernails in order to maintain good hygiene. i just don't understand why it can't be done in the privacy of one's own home...or car...or anywhere other than where i can hear him?
when i worked in another office here on campus, we would occasionally have luncheons and invite faculty from various departments on campus. during these luncheons, the faculty would update us on new things in their programs and other 'bragging' material we could use when speaking with prospective students. during one such luncheon, i was seated next to a well-respected faculty member on campus. after we had finished eating, we turned our attention towards the front of the room and began listening to another professor talk about her program. not 3 minutes into her presentation, the faculty member beside me pulls out a pocket sized nail clipper attached to his key chain. i sat horrified and disgusted as he got to work clipping and grooming his fingernails. not only was he being incredibly rude by doing this while another faculty member tried to speak, his nail clippings were flying here, there, and everywhere...AT THE TABLE!!! thank goodness i was done eating, because after seeing his pinky nail flip onto the plate beside me, i nearly hurled. and i wish i could say that i am kidding or even exaggerating, but sadly enough, i'm not.
the dude in the office next to me likes to clip his nails at his desk. and while it's a million times better than clipping them onto my lunch plate, i can still hear it. and that brisk, 'click clip' sound seriously annoys me.
i guess what i'm trying to say is that if you enjoy clipping and grooming your nails, more power to you. just please don't do it where i can see you...or hear you...or accidentally ingest one of your discarded clippings.
thankyouandhaveaniceday.
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I find it unbelievable that there are people who do this anywhere but at home. Even university faculty, who are known to be not the sharpest social tacks (I'm allowed to say that since I'm married to a wannabe professor). The only time I would ever, EVER, clip a nail not at home and directly into the trashcan, would be if I broke it in a seriously painful or irritating way and needed to remedy the break. But even then, I imagine I would go into a nearby restroom! Or close my office door! This peeve skeeves me out. That's it. I'm skeeved.
PS - does anybody else always have to enter the word verification twice? At first I thought I was just struggling reading the thing, but it happens every time - I get rejected and have to redo it. Is it just me?
re: the word verification
if you tab down to put in your username and password, it rejects your word verification. i'm not sure why, but i know it happens to me every time. try putting your cursor on the username and then using the mouse to put the cursor on the password. this should remedy it.
super jane to the rescue. thanks!
I am officially grossed out. Onto your plate!? At a meeting in front of other people!? Onto your plate!?
*vomit*
I was out of town and sharing a bathroom with a work colleague when said w.c. left nail clippings on the bathroom counter. For four days. And never said a word about them or ever swept them off the counter into the garbage. Just left ‘em in a nasty little pile. For four days. FOUR.
I'm pretty much clamping my lips shut to hold back the gag that is trying to pry said lips back open...I can barely handle READING this post - nevermind if I was sitting next to that dude I would have been shooting him a death glare the whole. time.
On the same note...I used to have a roomate who would casually stroll around the house while flossing. FLOSSING. With no bathroom-sink safety net. Does anyone else see a problem with this?! I took care of that issue the second time it happened...with humor masking the complete disgust I was feeling.
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