Dear Sassy Black Ladies Who Clean the Hall in the Morning,
It is seven a.m., and I am waking up to the sultry sounds of your voices an hour and a half before I have to wake up to get ready for class. I really have no choice in the matter, as you are standing directly outside of my door, talking at top volume about whatever you’re talking about. I can’t discern it properly, given the huge amount of reverberation in this hallway, but I assume that it is very important, since you feel the need to talk about it right after arriving for work in the morning.
While I realize that the matters you are discussing are extremely pressing ones, your rather loud discussion of said matters - at a distance of perhaps one foot away from my door, no less - is rather disruptive to my sleep schedule. I won’t lie to you, this makes me very disgruntled.
And as to your continual inability to find this mysterious colleague of yours (I believe her name is “Asia,” as I’ve heard it so loudly called so many times), I suggest you procure a radio for her, so that you would not feel the need to yell out her name at all hours of the morning. Or perhaps some sort of locating device. Or even a rope with which to tie her foot to one of your feet, so that it would be impossible to lose her. (I highly recommend this, as it was very effective with my little brother at one point. I’m joking, but it couldn’t hurt to try.)
Thank you for your time and consideration.
Sincerely,
Heinous Bitch
3 years ago • Notes