I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for getting through this immensely stressful week, which has made many of you hate the jobs you usually love. I know that Matt can no longer speak in complete sentences. I know that Joe has not slept in 48 hours. I know that Erin is secretly hoarding five gallon-sized strawberry kiwi Snapples under her desk. I apologize with the utmost sincerity for making you all work with the most frustrating client in the entire world, who is constantly unreachable but does not care how late she makes everyone stay, who does not care if she asks you to delete her entire YouTube channel and then five minutes later decides she wants it back, who ruins people's schedules with her unreliability, who will never be a star and will never accept this fact and thus make everyone suffer for all eternity. I further apologize for the fact that she is my daughter, and therefore I will always have an innate paternal tendency to indulge her wants and desires that will only be overcome after she has REALLY gone over the edge. To express my gratitude to you all for putting up with this shit, you can all have the next week off, and I do solemnly swear that this will be the last you hear from this client for awhile.
What I actually got:
Good afternoon,
Thank you all for the hard work you put in this week on the [client's name] project. Feel free to go home an hour early today, and enjoy your 4th of July weekend.
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Eh, I'll take it.
1 comment:
An extra hour of freedom from something like what you just described sounds like a big deal.
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