Dear Insufferable Harpy in the Office,
I have a couple of requests for you. For one, could you pretty please with sugar on it not ever, you know, like, show up to work again? Secondly, if you could please locate a couple of knitting needles when you get a chance, and kindly jab them in your eyes, I’d appreciate it, thanks so much.
In lieu of that, may I make a few suggestions?
-Change you fucking voice. My ears are raw nerves. Your voice is a Brillo pad. Ouch. Shut the fuck up.
-When you ask me for a favor, please ask directly. “tdn, can you give me a report by 3pm?” would work. Please don’t say “tdn, um, I need a favor. If it’s not too much trouble. Would that be OK? No big hurry, but could you get to it sometime this week, if it’s not too much trouble,” yada yada yada infinity, get to the fucking point already! See the Brillo pad point above.
-When you ask for a report, could you please specify, oh, I don’t know, WHAT THE FUCKING REPORT IS SUPPOSED TO CONTAIN? “I’ll get back to you” is not real specific. If you ask for a report, please trouble yourself enough to know what is supposed to be IN the report. Bitch.
-These reports take a bit of time and effort. Several hours, in fact. It does no one any good when you lose them 5 minutes later, then ask me for them again. (And not directly, of course. The hemming and hawing begin anew.) You see, there’s this wonderful invention called “file cabinets.” They are good for, among other things, slamming your head in a drawer. Repeatedly. If you need assistance in this endeavor, don’t hesitate to ask.
Directly, you insufferable pus nugget.
-When I send you an email with data that took me hours to collect, don’t delete the email then ask me what was in it. Do this again, and I will hit your nose with a phone book.