Letters. Lots of Them.
Dear Sweet Australian,
Fuck you and your 117 fucking samples. >8|
I should not need to spend 2½ hours at home doing work off the clock just because I know it won't get done at work because of phone calls and order processing.
Tolerant and Irritated,
Mako
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Dear Cranky Woman,
There is a difference between sales price for a large quantity, and sales price for a smaller quantity. Just because you couldn't be bothered to look at them doesn't mean they don't exist.
There is also a difference between "shipping within 1 - 3 business days" and "delivering within 1 - 3 business days".
Please learn English and don't hang up on the representative because you're feeling like you got deceived when you were just too damn lazy to look yourself.
Vastly Aggravated,
Mako
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Dear UPS,
Fuck you with something hard and sandpapery.
I should not have to come into work early and work off the clock just because I have to spend too much time on hold while trying to get you to inspect these packages that have errors that were likely caused by a discrepancy on your end.
Huffy,
Mako
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Dear April,
Please be over. These dreams / nightmares / whatever have you are growing highly irritating and are making me want to shut myself off from the world. I get it. I'm upset enough. Please stop rubbing it in.
No. I haven't forgotten. No, I won't ever forget. I'm just trying to do something with myself, so I don't end up a wreck for another few weeks. Please have some sympathy.
Pleading Some More,
Mako
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Dear Tags,
Please to be writing yourselves.
No, seriously. I'm getting better, right?
Kisses and Hugs,
Mako
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Dear Bed,
You are quickly becoming my best friend. I love you, in spite of your cold, and in spite of everything else. Thank you for never abandoning me.
Love,
Mako