Jolene writes letters

Dear My Boss:

PLEASE STOP BUGGING ME. I am working on that project and I will LET YOU KNOW when it's done. Leave me the hell alone.

Love,

Jolene

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Dear Lady In The Lobby With The Worst Fashion Sense I Have Ever Seen In A Long Time:

Please dress better. You are hurting my eyes.

Love,

Jolene

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Dear Lunch Place In My Building:

Please stop sucking so much. You never have anything I want to eat. And you run out of everthing by 1:00 in the afternoon, so you suck even more. Also, when I ask for "a couple" of pickles, it means two, not one.

Love,

Jolene

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Dear Govermental Agency I Have To Deal With:

Please stop having so many damn deadlines.

Love,

Jolene

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Dear Subway:

PLEASE STOP FUCKING BREAKING DOWN ALL THE TIME WHEN I'M TRYING TO GET TO WORK. I really don't appreciate having to get off the fucking train, and then being told that fucking shuttle buses are coming, except they never fucking show up, and then I have to walk fifteen fucking minutes outside to get to the next fucking stop where the fucking trains aren't broken down anymore, making me late and also all sweaty. And also, I'm sure all the people waiting at the stop where you made us get off the train really appreciated the fact that no one told them the train was broken down, despite the fact that there were about ten transit authority guys milling around doing nothing, AND despite the fact that everyone was already GETTING OFF THE TRAIN. Good work, geniuses. And they wonder why more people don't take the subway.

And now I've been in a fucking bad mood all day and it's all your fucking fault.

Love,

Jolene

It's a stupid, stupid world

I try to ignore stuff like this. I really do. I know it does me no good to get all worked up over things that really shouldn't matter that much in my life. I was good enough at conditioning myself that I can breeze through the supermarket checkout lines without muttering with contempt, "it's fewer, dammit, fewer, not 12 items or less." I barely even notice anymore.

But today I betrayed my newfound serenity when I saw the sign. I was cutting through a building to get to work, as I do every morning, and when I got to the exit, I found that it was blocked off by construction. In front of the barrier was a sign that said, "Entrance permanently closed until April 15."

Aaargh!!! Hello? "Permanent" means forever. As in, not temporary.

*sigh*

And now I'm all in a foul mood because of this. Nevermind that I had to backtrack and go out a different door that made my walk longer, which normally would irritate the hell out of me. No, that didn't even register, because I was so agitated over the sign.

What is wrong with me?