Unsent Letters, slack-ass edition
Nov. 23rd, 2004 04:24 pmDear Whoever or Whatever You Are That Keeps Calling Me and Beeping,
My office phone is not your fucking fax machine. It's not even my fucking fax machine. Go call someone who's already out of town and won't care.
No love,
Kelly
Dear Professors,
Trust me, you do not need lots and lots of boring reading material for the four-day weekend. You may want it, but you don't need it. What you need is to go home, hug your kids, pet your dog, and be thankful for your prestigious job and your eminently competent interlibrary loan specialist.
Live a little,
Kelly
Dear Work Ethic,
Where did you go?
Slack-assedly,
Kelly
My office phone is not your fucking fax machine. It's not even my fucking fax machine. Go call someone who's already out of town and won't care.
No love,
Kelly
Dear Professors,
Trust me, you do not need lots and lots of boring reading material for the four-day weekend. You may want it, but you don't need it. What you need is to go home, hug your kids, pet your dog, and be thankful for your prestigious job and your eminently competent interlibrary loan specialist.
Live a little,
Kelly
Dear Work Ethic,
Where did you go?
Slack-assedly,
Kelly
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Date: 2004-11-23 01:36 pm (UTC)"Please stop trying to fax my ^#^%@$$^! office phone number.
Kisses,
555-5555 (insert your office phone number here)."
Works every time.
And YAY! My computer seems to be working for more than five minutes at a time! You know what that means...
no subject
Date: 2004-11-29 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 01:48 pm (UTC)Damn, I fucking hate that!!!
no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 02:52 pm (UTC)of course, they think they've gotten through and their fax was successful. I just put it through a shredder, and leave it to them to try later. Hey, I've got time...
Dear Kelly,
Date: 2004-11-24 10:35 am (UTC)Trappedly,
Work Ethic