tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post115146319828604391..comments2023-10-29T09:38:25.690-05:00Comments on Misfit Hausfrau: Letter to Herr's Former EmployerUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1152155728337348632006-07-05T22:15:00.000-05:002006-07-05T22:15:00.000-05:00As my husband and his pilot buddies say, "Fuck the...As my husband and his pilot buddies say, "Fuck the fuckin' fuckers!"<BR/><BR/>Mail it. ;)Andie D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05853859265687206607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151937507993344782006-07-03T09:38:00.000-05:002006-07-03T09:38:00.000-05:00Wow. The fuckers. What is their PROBLEM?Wow. The fuckers. What is their PROBLEM?Suburban Turmoilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14788867412080827567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151807301126431022006-07-01T21:28:00.000-05:002006-07-01T21:28:00.000-05:00Fuck 'em - you guys will bounce back bigger & bett...Fuck 'em - you guys will bounce back bigger & better than ever.<BR/><BR/>Plus hopefully, you'll end up closer to Pittsburgh!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151761243662737752006-07-01T08:40:00.000-05:002006-07-01T08:40:00.000-05:00I love it when you cuss Hausfrau! I say mail the l...I love it when you cuss Hausfrau! <BR/><BR/>I say mail the letter....right after you move...far away. <BR/><BR/>I'd boycott with ya, but I love my swiffer and my white strips. I will not use them for one day...take that you P & G pigs.kimmykhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15527009466610518600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151733547445329482006-07-01T00:59:00.000-05:002006-07-01T00:59:00.000-05:00I knew there was a reason I didn't use a swiffer.....I knew there was a reason I didn't use a swiffer.....besides the fact that I'm lazy and don't dust, I mean.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151707605423396852006-06-30T17:46:00.000-05:002006-06-30T17:46:00.000-05:00This is one of those times I wish I had known you ...This is one of those times I wish I had known you before your move. I could have tried to talk Herr out of taking the job. Mr. Foot has never worked for P&G, but boy do we have stories from friends.<BR/><BR/>I'm so, so sorry they're being asshats.chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11785505580253953896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151697369170895712006-06-30T14:56:00.000-05:002006-06-30T14:56:00.000-05:00Fucking corporate pigs. I'll bet the guys making ...Fucking corporate pigs. I'll bet the guys making the decisions are driving home (or being driven home) in their high-end cars, with a detour to bang their mistress, and rolling around in a bed made from shredded bearer-bonds. Don't worry...when the revolution comes they will be the first beheaded.<BR/><BR/>I'm flipping them the bird for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151697190728541122006-06-30T14:53:00.000-05:002006-06-30T14:53:00.000-05:00Can we all do a shot for every "fuck" uttered in y...Can we all do a shot for every "fuck" uttered in your post? I bet we'll all feel better.The June Cleaver Diarieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16000497692322165970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151695511165925552006-06-30T14:25:00.000-05:002006-06-30T14:25:00.000-05:00Get drunk and late at night, toss the fucking pape...Get drunk and late at night, toss the fucking paperweight through their window. At the very least, it'll probably make you guys feel better. <BR/><BR/>Sorry the corporate a-holes screwed you guys over, Misfit. Let's organize a boycott!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151690140598115042006-06-30T12:55:00.000-05:002006-06-30T12:55:00.000-05:00I'm trying to feel mad for you guys and I do I pro...I'm trying to feel mad for you guys and I do I promise. But I am also kinda laughing. I think you should print it out and mail it. Great post.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13300779669186694151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151689622842455362006-06-30T12:47:00.000-05:002006-06-30T12:47:00.000-05:00Herr didn't see the point of attending the soire a...Herr didn't see the point of attending the soire at the pub. He wouldn't waste the paperweight, though. It is really cool.Pinterest Failureshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07576687862751587196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13856645.post-1151687914173541352006-06-30T12:18:00.000-05:002006-06-30T12:18:00.000-05:00Oh dear. We're both on the letter-rant today. I'm ...Oh dear. We're both on the letter-rant today. I'm still boggled about the payout delay. It's not like they didn't know D-Day was coming, and it's not like they don't have the cash. <BR/><BR/>Boy, the bar must have been a treat. Throw the paperweight through the CEO's office window.The June Cleaver Diarieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16000497692322165970noreply@blogger.com