To: Complains-a-Lot

You are very good a suggesting things but when faced with doing the actual work, you fail miserably.

You just pulled me away from my work to discuss some upcoming company events with two others. You are the one who suggested we go bowling (umm ... barf) so you fucking plan it then! Where do you get off telling me I have to plan it? Fuck you. It was your fucking idea. I don't even want to be a part of it, let alone plan the damn thing.

I don't get it. No one here is remotely interesting to hang out with ... why are you always so adamant about doing these events? Half of the people here couldn't care less!

Oh, and I'm calling you Complains-a-Lot. I know that if I write about you again, it will be because you are complaining about something. That's your thing. You complain. A lot.