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Dear Para-Transit drivers:

They must have dug in the dumpster to find drivers to employ. 90% of you can't find your way out of a paper bag, and I am so sick and tired of you making me late for my medical appointments! I doubt some of you made it past 1st grade, and then you have the nerve to cop an attitude with me because you get lost! When God gave out brains, you must have been cowering behind the door! I'm sick of your stupid accents, your inability to manage your time, your marked lack of appreciation for the fact that you have sufficient health to be employed, instead of complaining about your damned job. I'm tired of riding in vans that smell like greasy fast food, and looking at your dumb faces. God rot the lot of you!

Dear Mrs. G,

I'm still not sure whether or not I forgive you. I know I should; it was a long time ago (what, two and a half years now?), and I'm pretty sure you didn't mean any harm. But I'm not a forgiving person, and I think you knew that even back then.

Do me a favor though; stop complimenting me in front of my mother, especially for stuff I didn't do. I know that you feel guilty (or I assume you do; you've never treated me the same since; I liked the old ways better) and you're just trying to make up for it, but really, you're not helping. I'm not going to stand there and nod that I did something when I didn't do it at all; you cannot expect me to this. Actually, that makes me feel a lot worse. Was I supposed to do that? Would you have acted differently if I had helped you like you said I did?

I never did ask you - I wanted to, but I don't function well over the phone, and you caught me off guard - did I pass your stupid test? I hope so. I hope something good came out of that.

And why did you do that in the first place? I wasn't mad after regionals, if that's what you're thinking, I really wasn't. I was tired and overwhelmed, and I just wanted to be left alone; surely you can understand that? I wasn't mad because the team didn't need me, I knew they didn't, that was never an issue, and I wasn't mad that they had won - why would I be mad about that? After two years, didn't you realize that I need to be withdrawn for awhile, especially after an all day competition around people?

And if that wasn't it, then why did you do it? Was it just some random experiment that you decided to test? I can't really think of any other reason; I'm sure you wouldn't tell me if I asked anyway...

All I want to say is that it hurt. A lot. It was the first (and is the only) time I was ever genuinely proud of something I had done, of myself. You must have known it would hurt. And it still does, really; I'm not too good at letting things go. It's not so much the actual thing that was done as the fact that you betrayed me; I view it as betrayal, although you might not. I trusted you, as foolish as it was, maybe not completely, not enough to tell you anything, but enough to relax and think you wouldn't do anything like that. And you did it anyway. And that's why I still can't forgive you, even though I liked (and maybe still like) you. Please understand that.

In any case, this is hopefully the end of it. I took down all the reminders; I don't know what I'll do with them, but there's nothing left. I'll probably burn the paper. The plaques I guess I'll just shove in my closet or in the basement somewhere. Naturally, my mother won't be happy, but I'll deal with that later. I don't know where the anthology is, so I suppose that doesn't matter (and while we're on that, I did not appreciate you changing my story entirely. If you didn't want it, I never would have given it to you; you asked, and so I did. It's not my story, not after what you did to it; I don't want my name near it); if I find it, I'll probably bury that with the plaques. Actually, I doubt this will end it at all, but at least... I don't know. I don't think this will make any difference; I suck at letting things go. It's just some sort of action, which I guess I hope will bring closure. It won't, I'm sure, but whatever.

You'll never see this letter, and that's all right, but I had to get it out. To end it, you see. It had to be done, and you're the only one who would really understand, being there and all. So take care. I do hope you get better and all; I know your life sucks, but life tends to do that.

Sincerely,
Heather

Dear Walmart,

I'm going for my criminal record check, today and you'd better hire me to be your afternoon Greeter!

Shelby

Shelby, I hope you get your job. But Beware, Wal-mart is evil .

I worked there for nearly a year. They treat their employees like crap and their employees treat their employees like crap. At least this was my experience I hope you get that job and are the best darn greeter they have ever seen!

hmm...

Dear Wal-mart,

Thank you for hiring me.

S. you are a fantastic manager and deserve to be recognized.

C., C., and the cute girl from the Pet department who likes Blue, You are all outstanding individuals, it was a pleasure working with you. Good luck in the future.

Wal-mart. S. works her ass off as a manager for the same wage as her employees who slack off and do nothing. She deserves better. She works harder than any of the other managers. She is an exemplary worker/mother. You had no right to disrupt her work and especially her life based on the unsubstantiated and false accusations of a disgruntled employee (and downright ignorant person). Your employees would be more inclined to do quality work if you gave them a decent wage, benefits and enough hours.

Disgruntled employee, WTF! You could have destroyed the lives of two families. Shame on you!

Wal-mart you offered me a job which was needed and I am thankful. You and your staff then treated me as disabled, I will never forget this. It has been 5 years and neither me nor any member of my family has ever stepped foot into a Wal-mart since. We inform everyone we can of your ignorant mis-conduct, it is our duty to stand for what we believe. I believe you have great potential. Please, learn and evolve and use your power for good.

Sincerely,
Ex Shoe Sales Associate

P.S. The first C. referenced: Thank you for your kindness and help with Bopchi, it was very much appreciated. I will pay it forward.

P.P.S. The cute girl from the Pet department who likes blue: Give me a call sometime.

careful with walmart, i seen a documentry on tv ( http://www.walmartmovie.com/ ) (may have some offensive things) about the policies and codes and how they treated people as well as personal stories of former customers more less what goes on overseas in the SWEATSHOPS that make every shoe, shirt, purse(women) and even children's toys that are sold there, to me it sounds hurrible and something some control freak who likes to treat a woman like garbage would do to people.

not putting down and currant employees of walmart or any wrongplanet participants who worked there or know anyone that does. no offense to my friend cockneyrebel here but being a store greeter sounds like a job that is just endless repitition and were you just stand there at entrance and say hello, welcome to walmart. also being at risk of being teased or downgraded instead of climbing the corperate ladder that nt's have. but i guess whatever makes money go ahead and do it, its alot better then doing nothing and having no money.

personal experiance: once online ordered an electric skillet and an egg cooker, credit card bill came, there was the 2 kitchen appliences as well as some membership to an online game called ultima online(i do not role play game) come to find out it was the employee that processed the online order had used the credit card to get to his/her game for free.


EDIT: added link from walmartmovie to my comment about walmart

I've changed my mind about Walmart. There are much better places that I can work. I didn't even ger my criminal record check done, and I really don't want to, after all.

Dear WP,

I just read some of the stuff you've been saying here about me, and I'm shocked. You seriously don't care what you're saying. I guess you thought I'd never read it, but I did. But I've changed. I wasn't a troll; I was just upset, and flaming people is how I dealt with anger. Nowadays, I'm very rarely angry. But... I'm sorry for what I did. I don't expect you to be able to trust me anymore, but hear me out.

If I didn't meet my online friend Nadine, I wouldn't be like this. She's changed me for the better. I no longer get angry, and am more optimistic than I used to be.

Also, those who were my friends... How dare you say horrible stuff when I was gone? That is very low, even for you guys.

Another thing. I am never trusting anyone ever again. Whenever I trust someone, they start being horrible.
From, RedMageIngus.

I wasn't horrible to you (at least not intentionally). In fact, when you were gone, I missed you.

Dear RedMageIngus,

I'm very happy to see you back. I've missed you, when you were gone.

Sid

Dear Landlord's Daughter,
Just who the f'ing hell do you think you are, treating me as if I am below you because I have my issues?
Time and again you have messaged me with threats of throwing me out if I don't stoop to your wish to see me when you want to see me.
Time and again you spoke to me in an aggressive and bolshy manner then wonder why I never came to see you about my housing etc.
You are the scum. You knew I had issues, yet you saw fit to push and push and push, putting pressure on me constantly, and making me feel worthless by saying I am lucky to have anywhere.

Then you decide to throw me out claiming I am mentally gone because I finally blow.
It is people like you that are contributing to my growing hatred and bitterness towards the whole of humanity.
Not a day goes by when I don't wish people dead and get violent thoughts about them.

I am sick of being bullied by people and being expected to conform and do things the way everyone else does.
I am sick of walking and coping alone when I have not been equipped to do this.
I am sick of being misunderstood by everyone.
I am sick of my dreams being trampled on.

I just want a quiet and peaceful environment so I can finally relax and write and settle down.

You have a f'ing nerve to harrass me about rent when I have been sat in the wrong apartment since July, with all my property in boxes and binbags because you have taken so damn long to get the other apt ready for me... it still is not ready.

I am tired of coming straight online so I don't have to see the chaos around me and be driven mad by it.

Landlord's daughter, I hate you, and vicious as it is, I would not stop to offer comfort if you were hit by a car.

Dear Dr. Duncan,


please give me something good.


Thanks for saving my life.

~Ana


Dear mother:


I wrote, "f**k your mental hygiene treatment. I'm not stupid. I don't need people telling me what to do, aka cognitive behavioral therapy. The poor mental health caused the poor mental hygiene-- not the other way around. My mental hygiene would be fine, thank you very much, if my mental health had been fine. f**k you, Darlene. I know that I need serious help forgiving you. " But now I feel so bad about it! I know that you're human too! Tolerance is one of the most important thigns and I didn't have it; I was too depressed to have it. Now I ask you to forgive me.
We are as able to read emotions as NTs. But we're different. So we naturally read each other better than we read NTs, and NTs naturally read each other better than they read us.
You called yourself empathetic. You said you didn't understand why I treated you so bad because you were always empathetic. You weren't. You were shallow.
I will resent you for a long time for insulting my intellgence and sanity.
You did nothing to alleviate my depression. I didn't want a lot of the material posessions you gave me.


Also, when I said I was sorry yu said "You'rer not sorry. You don't give a s**t about me." What I meant was that I wasn't sory I was doing it, because I had to. But I was truly sorry I had to do it.

Dear life.
WTF???

I did my part. I breath, eat, poo, and groom.

what else do you
want
from
me??
I can wash my clothes, wash my hands, wash my ass, but in the end my mind is still dirty, and not in a good way!

Hugs and kisses.
Chris

[quote="Cheerlessleader"]I wasn't horrible to you (at least not intentionally). In fact, when you were gone, I missed you.[/quote]

Really? I guess I missed ya too.

ARGH! The damn quote tags aren't working.

They are for me. Untick "Disable BBCode in this post"

I think it works now.