[Dear You. . .]

[Scooter's Mom]

Dear Work,

Since you can't legally fire me because of my FMLA status, you decided to move me from my much beloved department AGAIN, back to the data entry department, which you know I can never make quota at because of my migraines and other neurological issues as well as the osteo-arthritis in my hands. Thanks for taking any joy I had in work, out.

Sincerely,
me.




Dear Life,

I'm tired of seeing a bottomless pit of despair everywhere.
Cut me a frickin' break would you? I cannot take anymore of this crap.

Respectfully,
me again.

[Catty1]

Crystal - HUGS. I sure hope you have someone to go to bat for you there.

Sending prayers that you'll have an answer soon and FEEL BETTER.