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Dear Co-Worker,

It’s your phone. It’s your message. It’s your passcode.

Unless I’m largely mistaken it’s not my responsibility to check your missed calls and then attend to them on days you have left work hours early.

I’d appreciate it if I didn’t come to work to find a message on my phone, FROM YOU, asking me WHY I didn’t check the message on YOUR phone and WHY I didn’t take care of it.

Seriously.

Just work your full hours and you wouldn’t even get voicemails like that.

And for a matter of fact, the phone didn’t ring once while I was here that I didn’t answer it. The phone doesn’t show a record of a missed call at that time.

So I don’t know how the message even got there unless someone forwarded it to your mailbox and the phone never rang.

Thanks a lot for leaving a hot pile of steaming irritation on my desk for me to walk into on this fine Wednesday morning.

Sincerely,

I’m Not Your Little Servant Girl

8 February 2012 ·