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Me? Complain about work? Never.
Dear Manager,
For fuck's sake, please get organized! You gave me two drafts to make. Fine, I made them. Two hours later you want me to make more? Christ on a biscuit, woman. Just get your act together and tell me all at once so that, like I was telling the other manager earlier in my bitchy letter, I don't have to waste my time doing the same thing over and over again.
God.
No love whatsoever,
Me
For fuck's sake, please get organized! You gave me two drafts to make. Fine, I made them. Two hours later you want me to make more? Christ on a biscuit, woman. Just get your act together and tell me all at once so that, like I was telling the other manager earlier in my bitchy letter, I don't have to waste my time doing the same thing over and over again.
God.
No love whatsoever,
Me