Poison Pen Time

I am about to unleash my poison pen because I am FURIOUS. And when I’m feeling that way, nothing makes me feel better than unleashing my wrath in a scathing letter to the person in charge telling them exactly what happened. Actually, there is one thing that makes me feel even better than writing it. Mailing it – certified mail, return receipt requested.

This started from one of those things that could have been and should have been resolved simply, easily and courteously. But from the start of my inquiry, I have been treated like I am being a pest. In fact, I will go so far as to say I’ve gotten the sense of “just give her an answer, any answer, to shut her up and she’ll go away.”

Au contraire.

I’m not going anywhere. Except over your head.

‘Cause I’m feeling like Aretha, and I want some R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Because I haven’t been feeling the love.

What the soon-to-be receipient of my wrath fails to understand is that during the course of my legal career I got paid big bucks to write all manner of nastygrams. And I kind of liked doing it. In fact, one of my law bosses nicknamed me The Pit Bull because I was so good at it. I’ll let you figure out why.

So if you are the one on my naughty list, be afraid. Be very afraid. Because when I’m through with my pen, I’ve got some flying monkeys for you too.