dear head cashier stephanie:
you told me that you were sitting in customer service for thirty minutes watching the door and only saw josh pushing carts, and nichelle and me were not pushing carts. but i was pushing carts the whole time. Please go to Loss Prevention and review the videotapes. i am still paranoid that you might get my worthless corpse written up. hearing the static on the walkie talkies makes me feel like vomitting. last week, you were even more annoying than Marie. if you were so busy spying on lot attendants, then maybe you were not working in Customer Service. you are about to gimmie a f*****g heart attack. who told you to micromanage the lot attendants? i find it hard to imagine that anyone in the building is so uptight that they told you that.
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dear head cashier meylin:
please do not tell jim (or anyone else) that i "screamed" at you. you grunted "huh", so apparrently i wasn't loud enough, "huh"? you f*****g extroverts can't have a single thought or emotion without making a public service announcement.
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dear jim:
please do not believe whatever meylin (or anyone else) tells you. please consult the audiotapes. "huh?"
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dear nichelle:
please do not be so f*****g curt. please load some merchandise once in a while. you act like you don't even work there.
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dear dena:
please answer my stupidass e-mail. i feel codependent and fear you don't wanna be my "friend" no more.
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dear ASM Don:
please come to work. i have not gotten over the barbeque incident, but you are still much less wrong than harold, wanzo, antakia, javier.
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