A letter to Ammie (pronounced Amy)...
Dear Ammie,
Is it too much to ask that you be to work on time? I mean really, is it? Could you just once show up even 5 minutes late? Just because it's 11 o'clock at night, that doesn't mean I don't have things to do. Even if I don't, that doesn't mean that I don't want to get my ass home just as much as you do when you get off at 7a. I'm sure if 1st shift were 10-20 minutes late every day you'd be unhappy about that tardiness thing, too.
And will you PLEASE do the fucking laundry? YOU WORK THIRD SHIFT. You have NOTHING to do except bed checks, and maybe - MAYBE - wash a couple piss-pads and nightgowns. What the fuck DO you do while you're "working"? You don't do dishes or laundry, and I'm surprised that you even do bed checks, you lazy piece of shit. It's not your job to do dishes or laundry? Then what the fuck IS YOUR JOB? Everyone else has to do it, so what the fuck makes you so Goddamn special?
Also, your name is spelled in the dumbest possible way. It makes me want to punch you in the face just because I don't like looking at it. It also makes me want to punch your parents in their faces for being the reason you have that fucking name. I can't stand it.
I hope Janet takes a big, fat shit for you this night and you get it on your hands.
Sincerely,
Leslie L. Grose
Is it too much to ask that you be to work on time? I mean really, is it? Could you just once show up even 5 minutes late? Just because it's 11 o'clock at night, that doesn't mean I don't have things to do. Even if I don't, that doesn't mean that I don't want to get my ass home just as much as you do when you get off at 7a. I'm sure if 1st shift were 10-20 minutes late every day you'd be unhappy about that tardiness thing, too.
And will you PLEASE do the fucking laundry? YOU WORK THIRD SHIFT. You have NOTHING to do except bed checks, and maybe - MAYBE - wash a couple piss-pads and nightgowns. What the fuck DO you do while you're "working"? You don't do dishes or laundry, and I'm surprised that you even do bed checks, you lazy piece of shit. It's not your job to do dishes or laundry? Then what the fuck IS YOUR JOB? Everyone else has to do it, so what the fuck makes you so Goddamn special?
Also, your name is spelled in the dumbest possible way. It makes me want to punch you in the face just because I don't like looking at it. It also makes me want to punch your parents in their faces for being the reason you have that fucking name. I can't stand it.
I hope Janet takes a big, fat shit for you this night and you get it on your hands.
Sincerely,
Leslie L. Grose