All over, people are suffering, persevering, and making their dreams come true. Somewhere in the universe, The Local Nutcase is reconsidering what his blog stands for. Where is the beer?

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Letters I will never send

Dear Person Who Scans The Files Onto Acorde,
When you scan EVERY GD PAGE as a separate document, it takes three years to print this bitch out. What say we try to cut short my stupid sitting-here-waiting-for-crap-to-print time? I mean, I know you have a very hard job (put shit in the scanner, press start, wait, take stuff off scanner) but maybe have some consideration?

Dear Stapler,
I swear if you dont straighten up I will start using an electric stapler and never be able to get staples out of anything. You are not long for this world. Soon I will mold you into jello.

Dear Staple-Remover,
You better talk to stapler. I think I hurt his feelings.

Dear White-Out Dispenser,
YOU'D better pay attention to what I told stapler as well, but only because the same goes for you.

Dear Lady Who Comes in Our Office (seemingly just to talk to the boss),
It aint 1963. Get a new style, darling.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home