Dear X:

Dear Senior Management

Please get a fucking brain and realize that half the people who you just promoted to supervisors only wanted the job because it looks like you don't do a lot of work. The saftey of thousands is now in jeopardy because the nit-wits that you saw fit to promote are now in charge of making decisions that affect people's lives. What's worse, is it will take them fucking up big (which I give about 3 weeks) and causing something catastrophic which places us on the National news for you to realize that "oh... they may not have been the best people for the job". GET A FUCKING CLUE!!!!!!

Get your head out of your ass, or at least get your shoulders out... so you can start looking for a way to un-fuck this organization. Your decisions have pretty much made our division the laughing stock of the entire organization. Your mis-management, rigid enforcement of the rules that fit you, and complete disregard for the rules that don't make life extremely difficult for those of us who actually care out the job we do and the saftey of everyone in our areas. I have never been ashamed to say what I do in public until now.

In the mean time, I will be frantically looking for a way out. Until then, please try not to do anything else even more stupid than you have already done. I do not want anything happening on my watch.

I think I'm afraid to ask... :eek:
 
Dear X,

First, I am more proud of you right now than I can even express. Second, don't worry so much. It will be fine; my parents will love you, and my friends don't bite unless you want them to

:heart::kiss:
Me
 
Dear Universe-at-Large:

I need a raise.

Okay, I don't need a raise, I want one. I want one because I am excellent at what I do. I produce documentation that is well above and beyond the expectations set for me. Not only do I write well, I communicate well, in various software programs across several platforms. I make life easier for others by developing good professional and personal relationships. I know how to ask the tough questions, when to ask them, and how to react to them in a way that best serves the end-user and the SME.

Frankly, I kick ass.

I'm sending this out into the world because my evaluation is tomorrow, and I'm hoping for a significant raise, something bigger and better than what has already been promised. ( :eek: ) I'm asking this because, damn it! I deserve it. If I weren't half as good as I am, I'd be costing this company money instead of making it for them. I want my share of the pie.

Warmly,
McKenna, Master Technical Communicator
 
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dear x,

damn woman. either way. make up your mind. i can't do this anymore. :(

~c~
 
Dear X,

You should know you have a problem with your children, especially your daughter. She is willfully ignorant. Not that she is incapable of learning or has a learning disorder, she is choosing not to learn. It is obvious in her reactions to her homework and her study questions. If she does not change her attitude quickly, she will find herself without employment prospects of any kind. She is your responsibility and you are her primary example of what a woman is. If you don't help her understand the value of education she will be a welfare baby factory before she is 18.

Signed
Her Tutor
 
Dear Muse,

It's nice of you to finally show back up. However, could you keep more practical hours? I mean, I do have a day job to get up for. Very early.

Sincerely,
Me
 
Dear X:

FUCK you sideways, you and the entire chicken shit operation you work for.

You miserable asswipes. Do you know how miserable my entire family has been these past three weeks?

Fix this problem. FIX it.

I won't ask karma for help either, that vicious, soul-sucking, mind-numbing fuckwad bitch.

:mad:
 
Dear X,

I loved fucking you last night. Will you please come over and let me eat you for about 3 hours tonight?

Shakti
 
Dear Shakti,

If they won't, I will.

~ Cloudy

p.s. I hear you have a thing for brunettes. :D

:kiss::kiss::kiss: Mmmm. You make my mouth water. And, yes, I'm wild for brunettes. Oh my. I have a suspicion you are a brunette. What I wouldn't do to have you here right this instant.
 
I'm a registered member of the Choctaw Nation.

(yes, I'm a brunette :D )

Dear Cloudy,

You make me think such sensual thoughts of you right now with your long raven tresses and voluptuous body.....How I'd love to nibble you slowly. :rose:

Shakti
 
Dear N,

I think it's funny that we're looking for similar things that we can't seem to get. We're both missing that little something that makes potential relationships more than "eh"...we both feel the same way. Do you even know how much I like you? How every time I talk to you, I feel that fire renewed? I tell you all the time what I think about you, but I know you laugh it off because you don't believe it's going to be worth it and/or you don't want yet another disappointment. I wish we were geographically closer, and while 7.5 hours isn't as bad as a transatlantic interest, it's bad enough with both of us having crazy lives the way we do.

Is it logical that I was jealous when I heard about your current relationship, even if it IS just "eh?" You and I both know how well we connect and how similar we do things and just how freakishly similar our emotions and feelings get about certain events or problems.

Three more semesters...maybe less, before we can see where this takes us. Maybe we're supposed to be so separated so that we don't rush. Maybe I'm reading too much into it and it's not that at all.

~Me
 
Dear You,

I understand that you work hard and that you need your space and I accept it, because sometimes, I need mine too. But it would be nice if we shared space in our bed sometimes. I miss you.

E.
 
Dear Anonymous

Pretentious? The experiences I had, which inspired that poem were not simple processes. It was hardly as easy as the story book "love at first sight, elope, buy the house with the white-picket-fence, have 2.6 children, and a dog" which later turns into a country song and "the dog gets hit by a pickup truck, the kids hate me, I'm gonna drink myself into a coma, because she runs off and fucks some young 20-year old millionaire"

It was not a "common" experience. It was complex and exceptionally painful. Why would the poem reflect anything different?

Vana
 
Dear K,

You came to me and said 'I need your advice.' That's fine. Being the oldest of our group of friends and the 'wisest' (your words, not mine), I've just kinda accepted that position. No problem. But don't you DARE claim that my advice or opinion is horseshit AGAIN. You came to ME. Just because I didn't tell you exactly what you wanted to hear, doesn't mean that I'm wrong. You need to grow up and get your head out of your ass. I love you like you were my own brother, but if you pull that shit again, you can forget coming to me again for ANY thing. You get it? I hope so.

E.
 
Dear Powers that Be;

Please let things work out for him. He tries so hard and really deserves this chance.

Sincerely,
His mother
 
Dear X:

FUCK you sideways, you and the entire chicken shit operation you work for.

You miserable asswipes. Do you know how miserable my entire family has been these past three weeks?

Fix this problem. FIX it.

I won't ask karma for help either, that vicious, soul-sucking, mind-numbing fuckwad bitch.

:mad:

Dear Powers that Be;

Please let things work out for him. He tries so hard and really deserves this chance.

Sincerely,
His mother

* Hugs * :rose:
 
Dear Universe,

Why can't I meet attractive single women? Why do they all have to be attached to some guy, or woman? Why?
 
Dear L

My heart broke last night. I suspected for a while that you loved me, but to have that confessed in your most shattered moment tore me apart. I wish I could love you too. And right now, I'm mourning our friendship because already you're pulling away and I just don't know how to fix it.

H
 
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