Dear Fuckwits:
You have a full, proper, and legal name. It may be anything you wish it to be – you’re not limited to the name given to you by the crackheads that spawned you. You can go down to any of several local, convenient government offices and legally change your fucking name. Please do so if the one currently assigned to you distresses you that much.
You see, by using cutesy nicknames instead of your LEGAL name, you create problems. I know, I know, your self-absorbed little mentality doesn’t care that you’re a burden. But guess what, dumbass: when you make it difficult to identify you, you make it difficult to GIVE YOU YOUR FUCKING MONEY.
So, “Bambie-not-Barbara”, “Larry - I don’t like Michael and my middle name is Lawrence”, “Call me Sky. My name is Sara, but everyone calls me Sky.”, and others of your ilk: GROW the FUCK UP and (a) use your legal name, or (b) change the fucking thing. You can call yourself Goober McPoopyPants for all I fucking care and I’ll happily accept it as long as that’s what appears on your legal ID. I don’t care if your name is misspelled – with the fumble-fingered data entry clerks weve got around here, I’m used to it – or even if it’s a commonly-accepted short version – Rick for Richard, Dani for Danielle, what-fucking-ever – but if I can’t figure out who the fuck you are, then your money is going absolutely nowhere.
And when you come whining to me about how you didn’t get your bonus check, then I’ll print this rant out and hand it to you, and watch you attempt to read it – lips moving, no doubt, sounding out the long words like ‘the’ and ‘ID’ – and when you’re done, you can go fuck yourself with it until your little identity crisis is over.
Most Sincerely,
(and I mean that from the bottom of my heart)
Me.