Today was better than yesterday, barely

[missmiah]

Sat down at lunch today to sort through the gargantuan pile of mail that had been accumulating in the mail drawer. DH had been hoarding bill stubs from Christmas, pay stubs from a year ago, random magazine offers, etc. Took me an hour just to separate everything into piles: Garbage, important bills, random bills and bill for companies who have angered me and who I will write bitter little notes to accompany my checks to.

Paid the important bills.

Considered paying bitter bills, then decided creditors could hump themselves another week or two and I would rather buy some Legos or maybe a new scrapbooking magazine.

Or maybe groceries.

Decided to use bitter mood to compose letters to random people who have angered me recently.

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Dear Sgt. ButtNugget,

You lie. You and your band of khaki-colored ass bandits have to be the biggest bunch of cretins I have ever met. False advertising is illegal in the private sector for a reason. You either willfully misrepresented your organization ... or you have the intelligence of a particularly dense batch of pond scum.

Have a nice day.

Sincerely,

Mrs. DH

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Dear Troll with Your Mother's Credit Card Number,

If I tell you that I can't accept your poorly written list of numbers as proof that you are allowed to use your mother's credit card because you don't have the CID number, do not come back the next morning and try it again. Do not tell me your mother is on vacation and you can't get the number. There are phones in Arizona, you cheap-skate wank.

Besides, that is so the answer a thief would give me. That is the point of a CID number.

Also, telling your four-year-old daughter that she can't have a toy because the bitch behind the counter won't let you use grandma's card ... not winning you any happy points at the store.

Hope you get hit in traffic,

The Bitch behind the counter

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Dear Ass.Boss,

You suck. Do not come in to work for an hour and a half and tell me "Welcome to my world". I will bitch slap you if given the chance.

Die,

Woman who has been doing your job all week.

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In other news, the guy whose shift I had to cover last night came back to work with a Thank You card and cash for me. I tried to return the cash. I really did.

Will be spending un-returnable money on new Swashbuckler RPG book. Or groceries.

Also, woke up screaming last night. Another freaky Anti-Nightmare. Same theme as last time, sort of. This must stop.