Monday, June 1, 2009

Another (sigh) open letter to A DIFFERENT co-worker

Dear Co-Worker,

Why are you such a spaz? Why is it that I can detect when you have tornado'd your way through my work space?
Is this how my paper clip dispenser (which has a hole in the top of it for easy, ready access to the paperclips) looked when you first grabbed it like George grabs bunnies?

How do you not notice this is not how the books and cup holder on my desk looked like before you crashed into them like a tsunami?

Is your name Katrina? Did you break the levees?

*My co-worker apparently

In conclusion, please stay the fuck away from my desk or I will be forced to write a strongly worded email to our boss. (I hate pussy ass white collar America, dammit)

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