Tag: dear coworker

Dear Transphobic Coworker,

No, I do not care that you got your fucking fingers smacked for referring to someone with the wrong pronouns. Yes, you do need to stop fucking complaining and just… just use the right fucking pronoun. How hard can this be? And yes, that other person that works on this floor was absolutely right to be looking at you like that when you consistently misgendered the student even if you weren’t sure, the kid’s name is gender neutral/male coded. There’s literally nothing about that name that indicates that it belongs to a girl – NOTHING.

Go ahead, ignore me if you like since I informed you that you’re wrong.

Shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down, and yes, I hope they do report you for being a piece of shit.

Done,

Meg

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I hope she chokes on her cheese next time ☠️ how dare she

same, honestly. she’s horrible, and I don’t say that lightly, but the galling thing is that she’s uber Christian without apparently having learned that whole “compassion for others” thing too well because when it comes right down to it, she’s incredibly judgmental and just… not nice, at all. And dear gods the histrionics every time something goes even minutely wrong – it’s exhausting just listening to it, I can’t imagine how she keeps it up.

Dear Coworker,

I feel like shit. I think I might be running a slight fever, I literally feel slightly dizzy every time I have to stand up out of this chair, and the feeling doesn’t really leave when I sit down, it just gets less concerning. I have still gotten up to get the wretched counter traffic about 10 times more than you have today. Get up off your fucking arse and get the goddamn counter a bit more or so help me gods I will make it a point to throw up in your lap if all this up and down causes me to get sick, don’t try me.

Seriously Done,

Meg

Dear Coworker,

Just – sit. down. Just sit in your chair and stay there, because if I have to deal with you treading through the office over and over again like a restless tiger in an enclosure that’s too small for it much more, I’m going to trip you and tape you to the floor.

Seriously, sit the fuck down,

Meg

Dear Coworker,

If I visibly have control of a situation and you step in as if you’re the only person in the office that knows how to handle anything one more time, I am not going to pass go. I am not going to collect 200 of anything. I am going to go straight to our boss and have a chat with him about your attitude and then let him rake you over the coals, because I am entirely sick of being made to feel inadequate in this office. If I wanted that, I would go home and speak to my mother.

Fuck Off,

Meg

Dear Coworker,

You are stressed. I can tell. You know how I can tell?

Because you are riding herd on people who don’t need or want to be ridden and if you don’t knock it off I am seriously going to have to buck you off like a spooked horse and then trample you.

Your personal drama is not an excuse to treat me like shit,

Meg

Dear Coworker,

No, I do not need to do task X immediately. I need you to back the fuck off and let me handle emails in my own time the way I do with you, especially emails that literally just came in a minute ago while I was audibly handling a different problem for another Type A personality asshat. I don’t jump on you and tell you you need to handle request Y immediately and I expect the same courtesy you overbearing ************* (note: we are sorry. the author of this note appears to have shorted out from sheer rage).