Normally, if you're really fed up with something, you can at least take solace in knowing that you won't have to deal with it anymore after you finally die. Unless you're Ellen Ripley, of course, who seems destined to battle aliens whether she's been embraced by death's hands or not.
And while fighting aliens is bad enough, Ripley has to constantly deal with waking up in unfamiliar places hundreds of years removed from the last time she was awake. That's got to get pretty irritating, especially when each huge leap forward in time fails to produce any capable weapons against the aliens. If we were Ripley, we'd totally be fed up by now.
