Gonna say fuck. a lot. thought you ought to know.

Dear Asshole,

I called you this evening. I don't remember your name. I look at so many names all day long there is no way I could possibly remember your name. I didn't choose to call you, I didn't even dial your number. In answer to the first question you asked me, which you did not allow me to answer, my scripted answer is we got your number from certain public information, such as the fucking phone book. My real answer is I don't give a shit. Yes, I'll take you off my list. As for, as you put it "getting a better job," well, sir, if there was a better job available, one I could have begun as quickly as I began this one, not had to wait a month to get hired then another to get paid, believe me I would have taken it. As for having no life, pardon me sir, but fuck you. I have a family to support. I don't have much of a life lately, it's true, because I spend 8 hours a day calling fuckwads like you. I barely see my children. I hardly ever get to exercise, relax, or do anything I enjoy because my entire life is consumed by this job at the moment. Since you were so insistent that I get a better job, sir, what are you offering? You don't know how tempted I was to ask you this on the phone this evening. Do you have anything in mind? Are you willing to pay me the 7.00 an hour that they do? Would you rather I draw welfare? if you don't have anything to offer me then shut the fuck up, say no politely and go back to doing whatever it is you were doing. Listen for the pop...the sound of your head coming of your ass. Until you hear it, please refrain from answering the phone.



Sorry I've been writing such virtriol about my job. it's assy. love ya.