Dear Ashida,

We all know you weren't sick when you called in this weekend. We all know that you probably didn't come into work because you were out too late getting drunk the nights before. (The fact that you did some of the work for Saturday morning when you worked Friday night was kind of a dead give-away.) Being short-staffed one day sucks, but two? Come on. That was just mean. I don't care if you feel no responsibility toward the company. But show a little courtesy to your coworkers. Do you know how many times the rest of us come in, knowing we shouldn't be there because we actually are sick, simply because we don't want to screw over our coworkers? What happened to the nice reliable girl we used to work with? You know, the one who didn't do things like call in a couple months ago because she was in the hospital with a blood alcohol level nearly 3x the legal limit. I want that other girl back.
Oh, and you can forget about me trying to find a time when we can go to a Timberwolves game. I don't feel like hanging out with you for awhile.
Sincerely, on behalf of all who worked this weekend,
Melilot