Trust the toadI saw The Brothers Grimm which was funny in places, but not exactly what I expected. I liked it though.I'm having trouble sleeping again, but that's okay. I have something to help with that.Drunk Beth emerged this weekend and she brought the inner bitch with her. I can't remember exactly what was said, but I think the message has finally been received. We shall see I suppose. I finally broke down and told one of the salesmen that his thank you letters are wrong. See, we have a form letter we send out to customers after the work has been completed. This jerk off didn't want to use it because he wanted to change a word. One word. Ordinarily I wouldn't care about one word, but he wanted to replace a word with another word that didn't fit. Didn't belong. Didn't go. I said no. No I wouldn't change it. I explained why. He didn't listen. I told him it was a company wide letter. I didn't type it, I didn't create it. I just scanned it in and printed it out on colored company stationery. What did he do?? He re-created it. On plain paper. I read the letter. He changed the word. He made several grammatical errors and typos. Amazing considering that all he had to do was type exactly what he saw in the old letter and just change a word. Anyway, I mailed them out. Many, many, many of them. Then when he pissed me off - like he always does by being his fuckrag self - I told him that his thank you letter was incorrect and had many mistakes and typos. What typo he said. I don't know, read it I said. Spell check doesn't catch everything, especially if you mean to use your but you use you instead since you is in fact a word. Bastard. As a result, I have not received a thank you letter from him since we had that conversation. Why? Because he can't find his mistakes. posted by Beth 7:23 PM . . .
