To whom It May Concern:
I respectfully submit this entry, into the log, for this day, like all the other days before and to come.
I would like to bring it to your attention that the elevators are not working. I think I mentioned this in a memo to you quite a few days ago. For those of you lucky enough to work on the first floor of the Zetti Homeland Historical Society, I say, bully for you but for the rest of us it requires hiking down narrow concrete steps to our charming offices.
Yes, I did get the memo from your office that said the elevators would be shut down to encourage a more healthy work force. You won't believe the thoughts and words that came to my mind and mouth when I read that.
My day involves lugging dirty, dusty boxes and doing an inventory of their contents. I have upper arms of steel. If we need to arm wrestle for the rights to turn those elevators back on, then so be it. Bring your wimpy, pale arms down here to the SUB BASEMENT LEVEL THREE and we'll do it. Oh, and we'll be sure to have this contest right after you arrive so be sure to bring your water with you and do stop at the bathroom on the FIRST LEVEL because there doesn't seem to be one on this level. That would be SUB BASEMENT LEVEL THREE.
At the bottom of your most recent memo you also asked if I has had any contact with Sir Z'Corkey. The last postcard I received was in March of last year, although I am not exactly sure what year Sir Corkey is in actually or where exactly this postcard was from. He did mention that he was sending a box that would be slightly damp.
Unfortunately, I have yet to receive the box, unless Otto in the mail room has put it aside, as he has been known to do and read magazines instead of delivering packages.
Please do let me know if we are on for the arm wrestling contest. I want to make sure I wear my special outfit for the occasion.
Yours truly,
Volunteer Z'bea
I be the unpaid volunteer in the back room on Level Three of the Sub-basement
I respectfully submit this entry, into the log, for this day, like all the other days before and to come.
I would like to bring it to your attention that the elevators are not working. I think I mentioned this in a memo to you quite a few days ago. For those of you lucky enough to work on the first floor of the Zetti Homeland Historical Society, I say, bully for you but for the rest of us it requires hiking down narrow concrete steps to our charming offices.
Yes, I did get the memo from your office that said the elevators would be shut down to encourage a more healthy work force. You won't believe the thoughts and words that came to my mind and mouth when I read that.
My day involves lugging dirty, dusty boxes and doing an inventory of their contents. I have upper arms of steel. If we need to arm wrestle for the rights to turn those elevators back on, then so be it. Bring your wimpy, pale arms down here to the SUB BASEMENT LEVEL THREE and we'll do it. Oh, and we'll be sure to have this contest right after you arrive so be sure to bring your water with you and do stop at the bathroom on the FIRST LEVEL because there doesn't seem to be one on this level. That would be SUB BASEMENT LEVEL THREE.
At the bottom of your most recent memo you also asked if I has had any contact with Sir Z'Corkey. The last postcard I received was in March of last year, although I am not exactly sure what year Sir Corkey is in actually or where exactly this postcard was from. He did mention that he was sending a box that would be slightly damp.
Unfortunately, I have yet to receive the box, unless Otto in the mail room has put it aside, as he has been known to do and read magazines instead of delivering packages.
Please do let me know if we are on for the arm wrestling contest. I want to make sure I wear my special outfit for the occasion.
Yours truly,
Volunteer Z'bea
I be the unpaid volunteer in the back room on Level Three of the Sub-basement
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