An Open Letter To The Woman In Front Of Me Today At Wendy’s
Hey Lady,
When you go to an eating establishment during the lunch hour and proceed to order food for 27 of your coworkers, and then pay with a credit card, don’t be incredulous when the cashier does not have a pen handy. The correct thing to do is *not* hound the poor 16-year-old guy for 5 minutes before scrounging around in your suitcase-sized purse. And, just so you know, I didn’t hand you a pen to be *nice.* I did it so you would get the hell out of my way so I could order my food.
P.S. I hope your order was all mixed up.
P.P.S. I have pms.
Insincerely,
Me
Dear People I Work With:
When I go to the trouble of creating PowerPoint templates that require you to only do the minimal amount of work; namely, entering in the client name and date and resaving the file under a new name, do not ask me to change two words and print out your document for you. It’s a simple task you should be able to manage. But I guess this is better than trusting you to do it yourselves and finding out you used 32 different fonts for a 17-slide presentation. Also, a little hint: when you use the phrase from a 20-year-old movie that has a giant walking marshmallow in it as your tagline on presentations, I am legally entitled to smite you.
-Me
