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Dear “x”
I have so many letters to write, so thought I'd just do it in one fell swoop. Dear friends and family, I'm sorry I've been incommunicado, but I've been busy trying to save my Dear favorite blogs, Read above Dear guy on the elevator at the bus station this morning, You've made me even more certain that I need to buy and wear a spy camera so I can take pictures without being noticed. You know those people that I've already written to (see above)? They'll thank me for it. Dear guy on my floor that thinks he's really important, Really? Really? Do you have to wear a wireless headset and pace back and forth talking loudly on the phone? Come on- from what I've heard, you're really not THAT important. Dear temporary project manager that I've written about before, I swear to all that's holy, if you join in on ONE MORE conversation in which you weren't invited, then well, I can't be responsible for my actions. I have a head injury you know... I can't be held responsible for anything anymore. Seriously, I'm tired of the "prairie dogging" that you do every time someone comes over to my desk to talk to me. You make their visits exponentially less enjoyable. I've heard you tell people that you keep a bowl of candy at your desk so people will come visit. I'm not sure I'd admit that, really. Dear lady with four toes on the train today, Wow, I have to give you a high five for having the great self esteem to wear open toed sandals. I'm sorry that I kept looking at your feet, but I was seriously counting over and over again to be sure I didn't miss one. Good for you! Dear 'Large Marge' that sometimes rides my bus when I'm going to the train station, Hey, I used to be a Large Marge too, but I never sat my butt on top of someone and then tried to wriggle it in a space that was clearly to small for me. You made me a wee bit uncomfortable. Only my husband is allowed on top of me, if you get my drift. Dear BJ, I'm so glad you finally got a camera phone, and even happier that you shared the pictures from your hotel with me. Really, this one had me HOWLING with laughter. Your company really knows how to put you up in a nice hotel, don't they?  And then, your email today describing the rest of the accommodations? Well, I'm sorta sorry for laughing at your situation, but I really did need a good laugh. There is also the obligatory duct tape around the railing on the stairs up to the room. Plus, in the front lobby the really cool tile they picked out is now shattering when people step on it because they didn’t get the floor underneath smooth before they laid it. Well, I think that about covers it. Love (or not, depending on who you are), Lori aka RG RisibleGirl was blabbing on about another adventure on 09/30 at 05:44 PM
Go visit Einstein's blog!  heidi wrote:
for starters, I can totally relate to your Large Marge experience. Had the same thing happen to me. Ugh! And too funny about BJ's hotel. Sounds kinda scary actually.  Anonymous G wrote:
I was just going to send you an email. Then I found you'd posted. So, I'll just give you the gist of it: (((((((((((Lori))))))))))) I loves ya. (I laughed OUTloud at BJ's picture of his hotel room door...hahaha!) Ooodles of hugs. xo  AnnieOfBlueGables wrote:
Wow! What a funny post! I laughed out loud in more than one place. The hotel door, Large Marge, guy in elevator, unimportant guy with headset. Don't you just laugh at those? We have one in choir who comes all decked out with the bluetooth in his ear. Glad you are still alive and still laughing. You are such a cutie. xxoo to infinity and beyond! ~a Sarah wrote:
Get the phone guy's number. Ring him and tell him he's wearing a track in the carpet and could he please sit down. e wrote:
Just giving (((((((((((hugs))))))))))) coz I can. 
Annette wrote:
Love the letter...nice going! Hate those self-important types. I always want to ask them, "Who do you think you are - because you're not!" Never been sat on by a stranger...maybe a pen in the rear would give her a clear signal.. Anne wrote:
I like Annette's idea - carrying a pen for just such occasions.. (can double as a weapon if a really creepy guy sits next to you). I feel sorry for Large Marge, the seats just keep getting smaller is no doubt what she is thinking! If only they'd keep up - no one is that size anymore! I am fortunate enough to stay in a hotel room where the number stays on the door. good thing BJ likes his new company. Frankly, I'd rather take a great salary and work environment than a nice hotel room any day. Of course, if he's staying in a dangerous part of town that's another story! hugs, anne Next entry: One more... Previous entry: I was totally kidding about the monkey In case you're wondering.... On this day clear back in 2007 I wrote: Neurologist appointment On this day clear back in 2006 I wrote: Perspective On this day clear back in 2006 I wrote: I *still* cringe about this, almost 30 years later On this day clear back in 2005 I wrote: Is this a bad sign? |
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