Deal Awful Cold;

You suck. Bite me.

Sincerely,

Hacking Up Her Lungs

Dear bosses:

When I ask you for 11 days off 6 months in advance it's so you can schedule coverage. Not so you can tell me well we don't know what's going on yet so don't do anything that is non-refundable.

I hate "we don't know what's going on yet".* That means nothing is going on so let me have the time off.

*I hate it when it comes to work, I hate it when it comes to plans. At work it means "well we're not sure, something might be going on, but it might not be, so we don't want to commit anything to you". In plans it means "I want to wait to see if something better comes along".

Cyclist arrested?
 

Dear Body:

We've been bustin' heiny for three weeks. We need a rest. So what's up with this waking up at 6:00 a.m. on a day off? Stop it!

Dear Brain:

Please do not recall every minute issue that is currently unresolved at work. We need rest and today is the day to get it. Let it go for now.

The Psyche

Dear IT department: perhaps putting the production servers on the DHCP subnet was not the best idea? Especially since you've apparently manually specified the DHCP-assigned addresses in a DNS table, and after another power failure the servers acquired different addresses to which the hostnames would not resolve? Yeah, I didn't think it was too smart either.

Apologies for resurrecting an old thread.

Dear Andrew,

I see no issues with resurrecting old threads of merrit. Considering the current state of LoT, with major portions of its key players off on holiday, and us left to our own devices, it seems like good sport.

It makes me wonder what other evil threads we can bring back from the dead to confuse our cohorts upon their eventual return.

CJ

Dear Dear: thread,
Stop making me think of the song "Dear Prudence" whenever I read your title.
Brad