Wrestlers who stay in character and won't sign autographs.
Damn you!
Seriously, the opposite bugs me no end. I used to lead a heel group and we'd be utter bastards, we'd have people throwing things at us, we made kids cry... yet two of the group would completely switch to being nice and suck up to the fans afterwards. One I can't fault, the guy is just way too nice, the other was just living in fear someone would say something bad about him online.
The whole point of my existence is to have people talk shit about me. Some wrestlers bitch about the lack of illusion these days, those same guys are the ones who switch persona's after taking their boots off.
The most irritating part was a group that thought because I kept that illusion, they'd be my little fanbase. It took me months to piss them off and I had to above and beyond the call of duty to do it. Fucking wrestlers. Fucking fans.
I could rant about wrestling for ages, there are times when I hate my job
Other than that...
I really loathe women who are all too eager to discount the fathers part in raising children. With my daughter I would play, teach, look after her, put her to bed, read stories, taught her to walk and speak among many many other things. Yet because I don't have a vagina, I'm viewed as less important.
I hate people who write blogs on MySpace and call themselves a columnist. You're writing about what you watched last night and how sick your cat is. Three people read it. Don't apply to me for a job.
Customers... the ones who think because I charged £X for someones website, which took a few hours to put together, I should charge them the same price for four weeks development. It doesn't work that way. If you reply with sking me to do several weeks work with "Cant you do it for £50?" I'll start to ignore you.
Paisley. Specificly the select group of locals who fit into the 'ned' (chav to the Ensligh

) category and are ready to pick a fight over anything. I've had one say "I'll do four years for you" while pulling a knife on me. Then threatening to charge me for assault when he ended up face first on the floor.
I woke up in a very negtive mood...