Friday, April 8, 2011

So true!

This is an "actual letter" from an Austin, Texas woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding one of their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. This was PC Magazine's 2009 Editors' Choice award-winner for the best letter sent via e-mail. Dear Mr. Thatcher, I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants. Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing? As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.' Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'. Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullsh!t. And that's a promise I will keep. Always. . ... Wendi AaronsAustin , TX

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Lately

The other day I had a moment at work, where the kids wouldn't listen to me, I couldn't get there attention and I was done. I wanted to just take them outside and let them be. Then one of my students (now one of my favorites) leaned up to me and said "Teacher your beautiful!" I wanted to cry. I so needed that at that moment. It made my day go so much easier. That is why I love working with kids. They see your frustrated and try to pick you up. After he said that l leaned down and gave him the biggest hug. I could just take him home with me. I love all my preschool kids they are so sweet. It is so so so much better than working with grumpy customers at Smith's.


Today I took Monkee into get fixed :( It had to be done. He. Pees. Everywhere. When I went into schedule the appointment I thought it would be this thing where I would bring him in, wait in the waiting room for a while and then take him home and be done. No. She said you drop him off in the morning around 8 and then pick him around 4. WHAT!? This is my baby we are talking about. We don't like to be apart. She then informed me if I couldn't drop him off in the morning I could drop him off the night before. Oh, we won't being doing that.


So needless to say, today has been a really long day. I am right now trying to pass the time. Only 45 more minutes and I can go get him. I bought him a new bed and a new toy so he should recover happily and drugged (which will be the fun part to watch)