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Dear Dad:

I'm not in the least surprised. I had hoped for better from you, but I had expected this. You are certainly true to form.


Dear K:

You backed yourself into that corner. I don't deserve your lashing out, because you do a shitty assed job at your work. Fix your work, or deal with more discoveries of your ineptitude.

Dear C:

You know that K isn't good at her job. Have the balls to say as much, instead of trying to make me into your minion.


Fuck all three of you.
 
I had a feeling I was starting to sound like a broken record (or is that a scratched cd in today's world?), sorry.

Dear Brad:

That post was NOT written about you, Sugar. I NEVER would say that about you, not ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. :eek:

I do hope you were just being silly and didn't really think I directed that at you.

Hon, you can vent all you want, everyday, and I'll never think you're 'whining'. You have such valid concerns and heartache. My thoughts are with you, and I understand that you are suffering.

Please forgive me if you felt I was insulting you. You were never the intended recipient of my snarky Dear X yesterday.

:rose: Sprinkles
 
Dear Princess J-,

I told you back in December, that car you drove off with, Im not paying another penny on it, I dont care if Im the primary on the lien. I'll take the bite out of my ass, it wouldn't be the first.

So, the next time they call, please don't tell them to call me.

Prince Charming talked you into this disaster, let him get you out.

I told you, he has nothing to lose, we have everything to lose.

And we did.
 
Dear X,

You are not my team leader. You are not my boss. I do not directly report to you anymore than I do to any other team leader in our company. My team leader sits next to me.

I do more than the regular consultants. It's my responsibility, as well as answering the phones, to manage all file recoveries and password crack requests for the office. I almost manage vacation approval and schedule issues.

I realize that you thought you were just doin your job today by sending me the IM asking me if I was really supposed to be offline at the moment, but let me tell you and god how I wish I could ~ if my team leader did not have an issue with me being offline ~ who the FUCK do you think you are to call me to task on it.

Yes, it was 5:04. Yes, I had 26 minutes left of my shift. And as I told you in my polite reply, yes I was offline. At that moment, when you were offline, checking to make sure everyone who was offline was really supposed to be offline, I was converting a customer's PDF file to Excel for the second time because the first time through wasnt good enough, I was also dealing with another team leader who was pissed that a password crack that had been running for almost 2 days was stopped without telling him, I was also dealing with another team leader asking me to rush a file recovery for an anxious client. At the same time, someone came to my desk, remembering that he'd made a schedule swap with someone for tomorrow and needed to get it put on the schedule so that neither of them got into trouble, and while the schedule change update was running, I ran the file through the online password decryptor to keep that first team leader calm. And I did all of that and left myself 4 minutes to spare and updating my team leader on most of the things I was doing... during the whole 22 minutes that I juggled that menagerie.

Tell you what.

You do your job ~ manage YOUR team. I'll do my jobs...:mad:
 
My dear Missy me,

As I mentioned at myspace, it was more of a guerilla tease than anything (Whew, Im glad it wasnt me.).

Im rediscovering a trait I had prior to 10/01, my abilit to inject humor into people's suffering.

Just a quip from a grad from the Hawkeye Pierce School of Sarcasm and Humor.

Dear Brad:

That post was NOT written about you, Sugar. I NEVER would say that about you, not ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. :eek:

I do hope you were just being silly and didn't really think I directed that at you.

Hon, you can vent all you want, everyday, and I'll never think you're 'whining'. You have such valid concerns and heartache. My thoughts are with you, and I understand that you are suffering.

Please forgive me if you felt I was insulting you. You were never the intended recipient of my snarky Dear X yesterday.

:rose: Sprinkles
 
Dear Sir,

Do I need to lose weight? What's up? Bleach my hair? Get a tan? Boob job? New nail polish?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!

Please fuck me soon or else I might start thinking it's you instead of me.

Thanks.

Me
 
Dear B and P-


Thank you thank you thank you! I'm so glad that we've hashed out some of the wedding details,a nd that you're still offering your lovely garden for our reception.

I'm SO thrilled... so very very thrilled.

Yay!!
 
Dear Sir,

Do I need to lose weight? What's up? Bleach my hair? Get a tan? Boob job? New nail polish?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!

Please fuck me soon or else I might start thinking it's you instead of me.

Thanks.

Me
I know the doubts and the feelings it brings, hope you will get what you need as soon as possible!! *hugs*

:rose:
 
Dear U

I'm sorry (for everything)! Forgive me? If you want to, but if you don't please tell me.

Me
 
Dear Son,

I know that you are 10 now and proud of your accomplishments as am I, However, if you dont stop talking soon I might see if my ball gag fits you.

Unfortunately, my luck you will just keep talking anyway. :rolleyes:

Love

Mom

P.S Thank you for doing whatever it is you do that lets you read my mind from a full room away that says mom has had about enough, without me having to speak a word...the silence is a relief <hugs>
 
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Dear Body,

FUCK YOU! I don't need this now. Not another damn bout of bronchitis or pneumonia. (And will you please decide which it's going to be, since the treatments aren't quite the same?) I need to be up and about and working my ass off so I can get the money to make my move, not sleeping away half the day and most of the night because you insist that sleep is the best way to deal with being sick. GET THE HELL OVER IT, NOW!

Thank you for your time and consideration,

Me.

ETA:
P.S.: Come on, already. It's frickin' 73º in this room, my/your temp is 101.2, and we're shivering? While wearing a jacket, indoors, and shoes? Give me a frickin' break, will ya?
 
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Dear Son,

I know that you are 10 now and proud of your accomplishments as am I, However, if you dont stop talking soon I might see if my ball gag fits you.

Unfortunately, my luck you will just keep talking anyway. :rolleyes:

Love

Mom

P.S Thank you for doing whatever it is you do that lets you read my mind from a full room away that says mom has had about enough, without me having to speak a word...the silence is a relief <hugs>
<evil chuckle> He didn't read your mind... he snuck in there and read the first part of the message over your shoulder, then snuck out again. :devil:
 
<evil chuckle> He didn't read your mind... he snuck in there and read the first part of the message over your shoulder, then snuck out again. :devil:


LOL this is the kid who is already a bit twisted...likes to play with handcuffs on himself, not while playing cops and robbers, just because 'he liked the way they felt'

My luck he would read it and say "Oohh can I try it?!!"
 
Dear Pooh:

I miss you. The forest is dark and full of heffalumps. I would feel safe with you.

Love,

Piglet
 
Dear X:

I think you should do it. Make a new name. Start to post and make some friends. Your other friends don't have to know it's you, unless you want them too.

We respect privacy in this forum, and no one will publically "out" you if you tell them in private who you really are.

Best way to learn is to ask, make friends.

~Me
 
Dear *coughitwcough* x

I was so i]shocked[/i].... nay, I literally shuddered in complete disbelief, when I discovered that you were part of a menage a trois with two highly respectable Doms on the board.
Your powers of sexual attraction are obviously imense, like the siren on the rocks you have lured them in. You have them transfixed by your bottom abilities *sniggers*

But please have some compassion, do not make them fight a dual, one of them is poorly and its not fair! *nods*

Yours in utter amazement,

Me
 
Dear *coughitwcough* x

I was so i]shocked[/i].... nay, I literally shuddered in complete disbelief, when I discovered that you were part of a menage a trois with two highly respectable Doms on the board.
Your powers of sexual attraction are obviously imense, like the siren on the rocks you have lured them in. You have them transfixed by your bottom abilities *sniggers*

But please have some compassion, do not make them fight a dual, one of them is poorly and its not fair! *nods*

Yours in utter amazement,

Me


I am giggling out loud right now in my bed!

That's right...in my bed...with all of my immense bottom abilities. Wait a minute! :mad: Damn you English language!!!
 
Dear X,

One of the primary responsabilities of a manager is to have a clear plan and to give that plan time to establish itself and work. You asked me what we could do to improve morale. I told you politely. Let me tell you impolitely.

You keep fucking around, changing people's jobs, even changing their cubes every other month. No amount of free doughnuts are going to raise morale when everyone in the department thinks you either don't have any forsight to make a decent plan, or the cajones to follow one through for awhile.

Love,

Your Assistant.

P.S. I went to a better college than you did. :D
 
Dear x,

You I'm sorry to say are a fucktard. So is the big x who owns that wonderful company you work for. I am happy to have handed in my resignation, but where do you get off?

You come to me and ask me what you can do to keep me and I reasonably respond, The raise you said I would get three months ago. How dare you call me a liar by saying you never said that!

Single trips to vegas are very nice, but when an employee tells you months in advance that your 'thankyou bonus' is of no use to her, especially when you havent even bought the tickets yet, dont you think it would be a moral boost for said employee if you took the money slated for her airfare/accomodations and find another thing to do for her? Instead you kick sand in her face and say "Oh well" What does that do for moral?

I could go on, but what is the point? I have the 3 measly little shifts you gave me this week as an 'incentive to stay, we'll get you more hours' and wash my hands of you.

Just so you know, 12 hours on my paycheque doesnt pay my mortgage.

Me.

P.S. Did you know your wife is sleeping with your boss? :eek: Everyone else does, but they are laughing at you so hard they cant bother to tell you about it.
 
Dear X and Y-

I told you once, it had to stop... and while you still make my knees weak, it must remain stopped.

I'm sure, in future, you will respect that wish.
 
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