This week has been rough and I feel the need to vent, so here is a constructive way for me to accomplish the deed. Hopefully one of you will be able to help me see the humor in these situations.
Dear Docs,
I know people can develop conditions following surgical procedures. When I ask my questions, it's not because I'm planning a malpractice complaint, but because I seriously want to be fixed. I don't care how. Just fix me! I'm tired of hearing how one in so many women develop a or b or c. I've accepted the fact, the odds are in favor of me developing the condition. Get me results!
Dear Turbo Tax,
If you knew back in October of a glitch that somehow causes a problem with e-file, shouldn't you have fixed it before I tried to file my taxes this weekend. It was scary to receive a notice that the IRS has received tax forms with my duplicate social. But then my emotions turned to anger when I discovered this was a glitch in your system that has been around for 6 months. Thanks for insuring tax season was a bigger headache and making me question using your product next year.
Dear Apartment Complex,
I've been frustrated with you for doing nothing about my nightmare neighbors, taking months to get the workout equipment fixed, and doing a lousy job clearing the sidewalks, but this week, you've pushed me too far. If I didn't feel as if other complexes didn't meet my needs, I'd pack up and move. I received a lovely notice from you that if any dog excrement was found in front of my patio, I would be fined. Let's look at the facts, a) my prissy dog won't complete his business in front of my patio since it's basically a swampland, b) other dogs don't have this issue, c) I pick up after my dog all the time, and d) this is the same week that I fell on the icy sidewalk that you didn't clear while throwing my dog's baggie in the trash and tore my triceps muscle. So try to fine me for someone else's mess.
Thanks for letting me vent!
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6 comments:
I'd send the apartment complex the bill for your fall.
Plus, the piece de resistance: stupid things people say.
You need a pet peeve list.
For those without facebook, this is what Delia is referencing:
You are hurt again? Are you a clutz or something?
My response back:
Wow! I'm glad you've never lied on the ground questioning if you could get up or fearing you've seriously injured yourself or felt the humiliation of having to limp into work and explain your injury or felt the pain of physically being hurt and working through it. Thanks for being so sensitive again.
I foresee a lot of dog poo around the apartment manager's patio. I won't be distributing but I won't be surprised if someone else does.
Becky
Not you, by the way--some of our neighbors
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