Alight, here we go again...
Ladies, for the last time, why do you think everyone can read your minds? WHY?
Maybe I missed a meeting or a memo or something, but I can't read minds and somehow I don't think you can either so why this crazy assumption that everyone else can? If you have something to say, say it for fuck sakes!
You get mad, you don't tell me that you're mad, I don't change what I'm doing that's pissing you off and then you get mad because I don't change. Am I the only one who's seeing the problem?
If you don't tell me why you're pissed off I'm not going to try and guess and no one else wants to have to guess either. Tell me what your fucking problem is or let it go. This also applies to times when I don't even know you're pissed off. I don't take hints very well, I hate playing games and I'm sure as shit not going to work to try and figure out what crawled up your ass if you're not willing to share with the class.
All I ask is that you tell me when and why you're mad. I won't change or feel remorse if I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
If you don't have an opinion on something and you're just regurgitating what you heard on TV or read in the paper, shut the hell up. No one wants to hear you prattle on about an opinion that a) you can't support in any way, shape or form and b) isn't even yours.
If you call at some ungodly early hour and wake me up, like you damned well knew you were going to, don't act all surprised that I was asleep and don't get pissed off when I grumpy. You woke me up, I'm gonna be grump and unpleasant, trust me. And don't say you're sorry and you'll call me back later, you woke me up, talk now and you'd better make it damned good - especially if it's my day off.
Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.