Dear So and So,

I'm really sorry that you feel the universe shafted you, uniquely you, and everyone else is better off than you and never (ever) been shafted by anything.

I'm not happy that I'm STILL thinking about the lovely phone call I got from you at home one evening a few weeks ago, in which you called me 8 kinds of b*tch and used the "f" word to describe me countless times. For nearly an hour. Then you sobbed into the phone about your ex, your kids, your debts, your sister, and how badly our boss treats you. You wailed about how little you are paid, yet refuse to take further training which our boss is willing to pay for. (with further training you would automatically be paid more for the exact same work you are doing now)

If you want to get into a pissing contest over who's had a harder life, I could tell you stories that would curl your hair. But there's so much more to the world than relentless, grinding, self-pity and bitterness and resentment.

Please grow beyond your soap opera (we all have them, you are not unique) and don't ever call me at home and have a temper tantrum at me again.

KnottedYet