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Dear Ungrateful Bitch:

You've worked here for almost two years now. Recently the powers that be have decided that you need a computer so you can check your email. Since that's all you need it for of course, this means you get something near the bottom of the barrel, because we save the good stuff for people far higher on the totem pole.

How about you just be happy you even GOT a computer, instead of complaining loudly (before I even have the thing set up mind you) that you really hate the CRT monitor, how you wanted a flat panel, and how you just can't possibly use the monitor I gave you because it takes up all your desk space and you can't get your work done. Why yes, you're more than welcome to bring in your husband's spare montor, and no, I am not driving all the way across town to install it for you. Your equipment = your problem. My sup will back me up on this.

In the meantime, just be happy you can check your email. No wait, no you can't - you called me on my way back to the office whining that you couldn't figure out how to enter the 8 character strong password I set up. Sorry, but karma has just bitten you in the ass. You'll have to wait until tommorrow, and I have two other stops I need to make.

Merry Fuckin Christmas to you too heifer,
BF