Foreword: Don't ever piss me off. This letter was given to my former manager at Winger's, a po-dunk little wing restaurant. It's evident that I wasn't happy, and I don't think it needs any further explanation. So, without further delay:
July 15, 2009
Maryanne,
Go take a look at yourself in the mirror. How unhappy of a person are you to make everyone around you feel miserable, yet feel not even the slightest bit of remorse? You are well aware that no one can stand being around you or being scrutinized by you. Those of us who have been insulted by you have never been more insulted by anyone; for someone like you who knows nothing about people, happiness, life, morals and ethics, feels justified in insulting we who are educated, kind, respectful, successful and upstanding. Your most ineffective method for gaining respect is through intimidation, belittlement, and insult, yet not one employee truly respects you, nor should they. Instead, they talk behind your back, insult you, disrespect you, belittle you, and mock you. Look at the employees around you. Do you see one happy face? The solemnity of those around you is purely a result of your own attitude. The turnover rate at your store is astounding, even more so that it’s all because of you. You try to cover your tracks, you think you’re doing so well at hiding your repertoire of mistakes and lies, but I see right through you—most people see right through you.
So let this letter serve as the strongest dose of karma you will probably ever encounter. I have no problem standing up to you, exposing your lies, uprooting your cozy way of life, ruining your day, your week your life. I feel no remorse or shame in anything I’ve said or will say. That being said, I encourage you to read on. Although, I can humorously imagine you rolling your eyes with a mischievous grin, thinking to yourself, “I don’t do that!”
I sincerely hope that the rest of your life is as miserable as it seems, hopefully worse, because we only get what we truly deserve in this life. And, as karma would have it, your life is rotten as a result of the way you treat others. If this letter doesn’t have you in tears by now, you truly have an ice-cold heart of stone. You are the most unkind, wretched, disrespectful, hateful, spiteful, vengeful wench that I have ever met (and probably most everyone who has ever crossed paths with you).
Best, Warmest Regards,
Jordan Richard Street
P.S. I hope you’re happy—I quit.
C.C.: Slaymaker Group, Inc. & Elena Shum (via U.S. Mail).
