... and thereby revealing my job, department and dooce-ing myself. My current role involves reading a lot of letters written to a certain Minister of the Crown.
A great many of these missives are either incredibly rude and demanding, pedantic to the point of insanity, querulous, actually insane and/or paranoid and/or "creatively" spelled. Often highly decorative too, multiple colours, fonts and highlightings abound.
Writers often display a complete lack of understanding of basic law, how the 'system' works and display a lack of self awareness that fair boggles my mind. The self righteousness of a certain sub-set of the Australian community is frankly astounding. And then there are the 'victims', O spare me the victims!
I, and my colleagues, find it all highly amusing. Many a time you'll hear a sudden burst of cacophonous laughter ringing around the cubicles and the verbal composing of responses that will never be sent.
I know this means I'm a bad person, to be entertained by the "suffering" of others, and if there was a hell I'd be going there in my own, personalised, hand basket. But if you can't get a laugh out of work, what's the point, eh?
Tuesday, February 24
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Amen! Work has to sometimes be lightened up by lots of uncontrolable, rip snorting laughter.
My God! I've met the only other person in the world who has read The Road to Wigan Pier!
I totally understand why you can't but if you could post some I'm sure all of us would join you in the loud laughter, and thus gain our own personalized hand baskets. Of course most of us probably have our own already anyway!!
Dare I admit that we used to laugh out loud at some of the resumes and cover letters our students submitted for review? If you didn't laugh, you'd cry, so laugh away!
Oh, come on. Give us examples.
I had "The Printer".
When I worked for my unnamed government agency, she would send me letters written on a lovely beige tone-on-tone horizontally striped paper. But she treated the tiny pale stripes as lines on the paper and hand printed multi-page letters. Her printing was so precise, so regular, that it resembled a font - a very tiny font!
I never did solve her problem, but because I responded politely she thought I was the bee's knees!
;o)
- Lee
Colleen, what happened to your blog?
Gregoire - there must be more than just the two of us, surely :)
UK & Cookie - I'll see what I can do.
Zoomie - Ha, that doesn't surprise me one little bit.
Lee - we get those too. I rather love the letters from very, very old gentlemen who use their old, portable typewriters, bless!
I hope you're making copies so that you can, one day, write a hilarious book.
I kept a lot of the letters sent to our agency back when I used to work at a talent agency. Disturbingly funny.
And please do share.
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