This Might Get Me Fired

Dear Boss,

Thank you for ruining my weekend.

Why did you have to call me yesterday to ask such and inane and condescending question? What is it that makes you think that I don't do my job correctly and that you need to call me on my day off to ask me about it? Thanks for calling and making me so mad that I screamed at the top of my lungs in frustration - upsetting my cats, dog and husband. Thank you for making me so mad that I have stewed on it all weekend.

I have worked for you for three and a half years and I have sold a lot for your business, I've made you a lot of money. And yet, somehow you've now decided that I can't do my job. Just because the economy is bad does not mean that I am not doing my job, perhaps people are just not buying they way they used to.

Do you think that I am secretly telling them to buy elsewhere? That I am sabotaging your business? I ask you, what good would that do me?

But you call on a Saturday, asking why I didn't get back to some one and do I have the email to prove that I sent the files. The answer is this I didn't get back to the person because I ran out of time this week, because you were out of the office all week and I had to do your job and my job. The answer is that your wife told me specifically not to work any over time this month, and so I would have gotten in trouble with her if I had stayed the extra couple of minutes to make the call. And as for the email question, if you knew a computer from your a**hole you'd know how to set up my email so it went through the database system and tracked it all.

What have I done to make you not trust me? I've trusted you all this time, trusted you when you said that you would give me a raise (but you didn't), trusted you when you said you would pay my commission on certain sales (but you didn't). I've worked on Saturdays and evenings, I've answered calls on vacation, while I was home in California grieving with my family and if I recall correctly (the day was rather hazy) you called looking for a file a few hours after I had called to tell you that my Dad had died. I've given more than my all for you and you've treated me like crap.

I used to love my job, I loved working for you guys. Now I just want a way out.

Your (previously happy) employee,
Mandy Lou