Dear Work,

Why do you have to be Monday through Friday? Why can’t you be Tuesday through Thursday? Or maybe just Wednesday. Yeah, just Wednesday. You and I would get along great then. It’s not that I don’t like you, Work. I do. I just like my couch better.

Yours in laziness,

Molly

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Dear Hotel I Blocked Rooms At For The Wedding,

I realize you’re not officially open until the end of the week, but you already allowed me to make a room block with you. You also told me that my block went live and guests can now book their rooms. Why then do you insist on sending all my guests to voice mail and not calling them back?

I called you, Hotel. And you told me, “Oops! Sorry, Molly. Our mistake. Please have your guests call the 800 number.” I forgave you, Hotel. I really did. I understood your pain of trying to open on time and happily sent the 800 number off to my friends and family.

And then I got an email from my friend, telling me that the operator at the 800 number said NO. YOU ARE WRONG. and sent her back to the local number. You are sending me on a vicious circle, Hotel and I don’t like it. You better shape up because I know where you live.

Currently without a room to get ready for her wedding,

Molly

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Dear Winter,

Leave.

Cold in Rhode,

Molly

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