Friday, May 28, 2010

Dear Sweet Co-Worker With No Sense of Time,

Don't come up to my desk at 11:58 a.m. and ask if it's possible to get lunch ordered in for your group. Even if I were to order pizza for the 10 of you, it would be a good hour or more before it got here. And no, I won't go out and get it for you. You're not even in my department. I order food for you periodically as a favor, not as a requirement. Now trot your happy asses downstairs to the deli and get your own damned lunch.

No love,

Me.

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