Another Letter

Dear LEL,

Can we just review what happened this morning? Yes? Great, thanks.

You forwarded an e-mail to me that you'd received from someone handling calendaring. They were asking you for information on one of our litigation cases. You asked me to respond.

May I ask why? You were just as capable as I was of providing this information. You work for one partner (Cowboy) who is not in the office for the most part and does not keep you very busy, and one baby attorney who asks for almost nothing. So you can't tell me you were swamped and didn't have time.

Perhaps this cut into your viewing pictures online time?

Okay whatever. So despite the fact that I work for attorneys who are flooding me with work lately, I respond to this e-mail. In my rush to do this while doing four other things, I forget to c.c. you on it. When I notice this, I simply respond to your question asking if I would handle it, with "done."

Let's be honest. I know exactly why you passed that e-mail on to me. Because you get off on pretending you're better than I am. You like to think that because you've been working here longer than I have, you can order me around.

What I don't understand is why eight minutes after I sent you that e-mail, despite the fact that you were sitting at your desk, and I HEARD the little ping noise alerting you to new e-mail, you then sent a response to the calendaring guy. If you were going to respond, why did you bother asking me to? Why make me waste time?

Was it because you didn't hear me this morning when I said "good morning" to you and you were angry over that? Was it because Cat Lady gave you shit for annoying her and shit rolls downhill? Was it because you overheard the accounting woman praising me and Nice Partner for being fastest at getting bills out to clients and you have jealousy issues?

Whatever the case, please get over yourself. Okay, I know that's not a realistic request. Please don't waste my time. I think that's reasonable. I have surfing I'd like to be doing also, you know.

Thanks,
Green

P.S. I don't expect you to, but it'd be great if you stop looking at me suspiciously each time I walk by your candy bowl. I'll never eat any candy out of there. Remember that very uncomfortable run-in we had in the restroom? When we looked at each other in the mirror and didn't speak at all? When I washed my hands and you ... didn't? Yeah. I remember that.