There was once a passive-aggressive note war on the fridge in the dorm kitchenette that got so bad we were banned from using it for personal items.
I'm pretty certain the culprit (issue was theft) was one individual who was so strange and offputting she went through 4 roommates the first semester. Finally, admin gave her a single. My poor friend roomed with her first and a ton of shit disappeared.
ImeN, I wish my boss would quit calling me "Lady". She means to be all friendly, but. It annoys me.
The image of the golf cart plummeting past the cliff face onto the wave-swept rocks below *needs* to be in a movie.
And he's firmly gripping the wheel at ten and two all the way down.
The image of the golf cart plummeting past the cliff face onto the wave-swept rocks below *needs* to be in a movie.
A rewrite of Thelma and Louise, perhaps?
OH THANK GOD. It's finally nearly the time when I can leave.
Mrph.
I'm coming to the conclusion that the only way I can get actual info from my complex mgmt is by showing up in person. Which is dreadfully inconvenient.
Though I did get a "and it's about damned time they replaced it" from Trish, who dealt with me last year.
But still, if you say you'll call, fucking DO IT.
I had the joy today of sending a very non-passive-aggressive, non-defensive "hey, very hot important guy, sorry I keep being such a fuck-up" letter. Or email, anyway.
Gee, that sounds fun, brenda.