I like to go back through old emails and re-read them. Because they're funny. Here's one that I sent to my friends on December 14, 2007:
p.s. I yelled at two loan officers today. One of them innocently came into my cube to ask a question, and took too long to get to the point. I said,
"WHY DOES IT ALWAYS TAKE YOU 15 MINUTES TO ASK YOUR QUESTION?!? CAN WE SEND DOCS TO CHICAGO? THAT'S ALL YOU NEEDED TO SAY! I DONT CARE ABOUT THE BACKSTORY. MY BRAIN IS TOO FULL TODAY. I AM TRYING TO LISTEN TO ALL THESE DETAILS YOU'RE GIVING ME ABOUT CLOSING IN MARCH, THEN FEBRUARY, THEN JANUARY, AND IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ACTUAL QUESTION! YES WE CAN SEND DOCS TO CHICAGO. GET OUT OF HERE!"
Then one of my coworkers went into his office and told him that everyone thinks I am being a hag today.
p.p.s. I am not exaggerating.
p.p.p.s. So I'm spending some time on YouTube to calm down. Is it OK to drink at work?
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