Experiment # 5
Write an excuse note to the teacher for why your fourth-grader’s Roman Colosseum model was not completed in time.
Hi Ms. Jones,
We’re sorry that little Julie’s model wasn’t finished in time to be turned in on Friday – we have had a stomach bug of some sort making its way through the house. The doctor could never quite figure out what was going on. We were just able to get it finished last night (Sunday) to turn it in today. Thank You so much.
Write a note to a mother for why her fourth-grad child’s Roman Colosseum model will not be put on display.
Dear Mrs. Doe-Smith,
Little Julie’s model will not be put on display. She will not be getting a passing grade.
First of all, remember I’m your neighbor. When I’m in my backyard, I can hear everything you say when you are in yours. Including when you were talking to your friend about the model you bought for LJ to turn in since you thought the assignment was stupid.
Second of all, the Roman Colosseum was not hot pink.
Next time (please don’t do this again, but just in case…) you do this, you may want to make sure you buy the correct color. Also, you should really remove the price tag.
You just won the lottery, so you quit the job you hate under the boss who has always been mean to you. Write the resignation letter.
Yahoo!!! I won the lottery and am getting away from you. Considering your total lack of people skills and professionalism, I have no idea how you’ve kept your job for so bloody long. Try admitting you’re human and don’t know everything once in a while – you would be amazed at how far that goes in getting people to think better of you.
A last word of advice – people talk in an office environment. You really think that we don’t compare notes on run-ins with you?
Good luck in your future endeavors
You realize you misread a number and you didn’t win the lottery after all. Now you need you or job back. Write that letter.
Oops, I misread my lottery ticket. I really should have confirmed at the store that I had the correct numbers. See – admitting I’m not perfect.
Yes, I need my job back. However, I wouldn’t put myself through working with you again. I’ve found employment elsewhere. The pay sucks, but my boss is human and admits it. And kissing their ass is not needed – it is actually frowned upon. HA!
I’m taking a slight break from the experiment tonight.
I found out about the passing of Alan Rickman earlier today. I’ve been enjoying his work for over 20 years. Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Die Hard, The January Man, Close My Eyes, the Harry Potter series, Love Actually, Truly Madly Deeply, Mesmer (to be watched soon), and Galaxy Quest, and many more I have yet to see but have no doubt are great examples of his work. I would have given anything to see him on stage as well.
Mr Rickman – spoons may hurt more because they’re dull, but no spoon is duller than the loss of your brilliant and gentle talent. You will be greatly missed, beloved Severus.
By Grabthar’s Hammer, by the suns of Worvan…
Because of your assistance in a case against a mobster, you and your family must now choose a new place to live:
A working farm in a very conservative/religious area (Other Half is a major city boy and I like the country to a point, but not country chores; we are not people of faith – much respect to those who are, it’s just not for us) – no one who knows us would look for us there.
An identity in that new place:
Leading members in the local church or its pastors. I would dye my hair blonde (I’ve done it before – not a good idea on me, trust me) & wear a lot of pink (hate it).
What do the Post-it note reminders say on the desks of the following people:
The President of the United States: Two more years of working with adults who act worse than spoiled children when they don’t get their way. Patience, self, only two more years. Then maybe they’ll stop bitching when I visit family at Christmas. Then again…
Dumbledore: Note to self – try to figure out what the bloody hell is it with Slytherin house that produces so many dark wizards? Brilliant lot, but serious issues, some of them. I miss G.
God: REALLY? All these years and some of you still don’t understand Love thy neighbor and that whole “don’t judge lest ye be judged/unless you’re perfect, shut it”? Oh, and that whole door-to-door thing? Read Matthew 6:5-6. Twice.
Where the hell was I unclear? Yes, I get the irony.