
http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06364/749987-109.stm
TO: Ms. Mon
FROM: Vivian
RE: The wet, snotty tissues in my waste basket, the smudged ink on Barbara White Stack's Saturday Diary, etc.
Look, we already know you are an overemotional spitfire. But can you at least put your disgusting Kleenex in your own waste basket?
And why were you sitting at my desk? The evidence is all around. The flavored lip gloss, the Frank's Hot Sauce ... and my office phone has some TV reporter's number on speed-dial now. I imagine you were sharing a good boo-hoo with your buddy, huh? How come he never takes me out for drinks?
Anyway, you need to get a grip. People retire. Newspapers fold. Life goes on. And besides, you're part of the problem now, aren't you? Blogging like this? Aren't you helping to drive people like Barbara into early retirement?
I imagine some snarky and pseudo-philosophical response with more platitudes than an Oprah Winfrey column is headed my way, but hey -- amuse me. I need something to laugh at on occasion. So have a go at it.


























