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Diva tendencies...

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So what are your diva moments?

Me personally...

Public toilets, they have to be clean and smell nice or I can't use them - I have a problem with bad scents in general. I once aborted an idea of living and working in another country because it just smelled wrong.

I never go to a restaurant that's ever presented me with under-cooked, pink meat of any sort. The most awkward situation of this occurred when we had guests who wanted to go to a particular restaurant and I refused to go, which meant the entire team deciding on a new place (which din't turn out to be to their liking).

Then there's my thing about clean bed-sheets, there are several people who I refuse to spend the night with because they never provide clean sheets.

I could go on... but tell me yours first... all in a bit of fun. :D
 
I have a similar thing about bathrooms. I refuse to use urinals because I think they're disgusting and I've been known to look in all the (empty) stalls to see which one is the cleanest.
 
I can't dump in public toilets of any kind. I have to be at home or in another member of my family's house. Peeing is okay, though.
 
I have intensely high standards but I don't think I'm a diva (divo?!). Things just have to be done right, and I'm happy. It's not my fault that very often they're not. :p
 
Cutlery that isn't spotlessly clean drives me nuts. If my husband or preteen son have done the washing-up I rewash the cutlery without even checking it because I know it's not up to standard. Restaurants that give me dirty cutlery drive me around the bend.

I'm also very anal retentive when it comes to spelling and grammar. A few years ago I was desparate for a teaching assistant job but I refused to apply at one school whose website was riddled with spelling and grammar errors. I don't walk around with a Sharpie pen correcting green grocers' errors, though. :p
 
. . . I have a problem with bad scents in general. I once aborted an idea of living and working in another country because it just smelled wrong.
An ENTIRE COUNTRY smelled wrong? Reminds me of the party scene in the movie Scandal where an old Colonel Blimp type says, “Terrible place, Kuwait. Stinks of piss.”

Funny, you'd think it would stink of oil.
Are we not men?

We are divos!
No, Devo are these dudes.

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. . . A few years ago I was desparate for a teaching assistant job but I refused to apply at one school whose website was riddled with spelling and grammar errors. I don't walk around with a Sharpie pen correcting green grocers' errors, though. :p
I walk around with an imaginary red pen correcting other people's errors. I try not to do it verbally, though, at least not nearly as often as I used to, because I know it doesn't exactly endear me to people.

The only other thing I'm at all diva-ish about is the music at work. Not the quality or genre of music, but the volume. If the radio in the office is playing above a whisper, it's too loud for me to concentrate.
 
An ENTIRE COUNTRY smelled wrong? Reminds me of the party scene in the movie Scandal where an old Colonel Blimp type says, “Terrible place, Kuwait. Stinks of piss.”

You've now made me want to see this film... sounds like a great character! :lol:
 
I have intensely high standards but I don't think I'm a diva (divo?!). Things just have to be done right, and I'm happy. It's not my fault that very often they're not. :p

Are we not men?

We are divos!
Damn, you beat me to it. :rommie:

As for me, I suppose I can be a diva when it comes to standards in literature and art and other forms of entertainment. This is definitely a bad era to believe that high standards are a good thing. But then, I can also enjoy lowbrow or amateurish stuff under the right circumstances.
 
I'm a diva about coffee. When my parents were going thru their decaf phase (thankfully they're done with that) I spent a Thanksgiving morning driving around looking for an open coffee shop, convenience store or ANYWHERE I could get a decent cup. Finally, a worker in a hotel took pity on me and gave me a cup from the back room (the hotel coffee shop was closed).
 
I like to have things clean too.
They had a program on tv about how bedding in motels are not too clean they used a vacum and all the stuff waht came out in the bag was disgusting.
This was from very high class motels in Australia.
it was the cheap motels which were quite clean.
I like to be organised and have everything in its place.
 
I refuse to use the word "diva". What is this, the 90's?

I won't eat undercooked meat, either, or anything McDonalds (which excludes meat, since they don't serve any).

I'll just about refuse to go anyone's house where I'm required to take off my shoes, because I hate walking around in socks. Also, I saw DIEHARD a 1000 times and I'm not being caught in a terrorist scenario without shoes.
 
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