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July 26, 2006
Dear lump of lard,
Please stop coming to talk to me every
single time you pass by my desk on the
pretense of checking the progress of
work when you don't have a single clue
as to what's going on. I also don't
understand why you have to sit beside
me doing work which was supposed to
have been completed while I was away.
Instead you are now giving it to me in
little drips and drapes to type out on the
spot because you are too lazy to edit and
structure a proper complete draft.
I already said I didn't need you to read
out the text for me as I type, yet you sit
there watching me, reading it out and
pointing out every single mistake I make.
Those are called typos. Yea, it happens.
I can proof read my own typing at a later
time as I see fit.
Also, please don't tell me how the word is
supposed to be spelt. I KNOW how it's
supposed to be spelt. Again, TYPO.
See, typos happen. That's what the
backspace button is for. I know you don't
know this because you claim typing hurts
your stubby little fingers and that's why
I'm doing all this bloody typing for you.
And yes, it does take me a while to find
where I left off in that mass of text
because I had to back-track to correct
your nit picking of my typing. So quit
reading and repeating the line I'm
supposed to be typing next. I'll find it
when I find it.
And PLEASE stop acting like there's so
much work to do when you've been
sitting on your ass all this while and
you're only here now because they want
to see the draft write up today. Well, I
knock off in 3 hours and I have yet to go
for my 1 hour lunch break and with you
constantly muttering to me instead of
finishing up the draft, I'm definately not
going to finish this in time. I'm not going
to stay back for this. It's your ass on the
line here. Not mine.
/end rant
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