I ♥ my job

Dear Genius

Thanks ever so much for dumping water into the sugar bowl. It was great reaching in there this morning and finding all the sugar packets sopping wet, turning the entire container into a sticky mess. I mean I filled up the sugar container the last three times just so you could have some place to dump your mug full of water. Nothing pleases me more than cleaning up after you.

I realize that your hands are broken and that you are able to grab some paper towel from the roll that is all of three inches away and clean up your mess. I also understand that since you are the only person in the entire company that uses the sugar bowl and you can treat it as you please.

But I have one small, (teensy, really) request. Would you be able to meet me around back? My boot would like to meet your butt.

Kindest Regards,
Me