He definitely shouldn't have received this letter...

Subject: My boss.

Have I told you today that I hate my boss? Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning before I even crossed the threshold of the office. Then he said that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash, and to a car wash that was ten miles outside the city. And only after all this I have to stand in an endless line in order to buy some limited edition watch for hundreds of bucks. Honestly, I can't wait for these two months to pass and I can look him in the face and tell him I'm quitting his company and let him kiss my ass. KISS. MY. REAR All those old fantasies about him kissing me with his “perfect mouth” or bending me over the table and filling me with his dick are a thing of the past. IN PAST. Your best friend Maya.

P. S. Please tell me that your day is going better than mine...

Subject: Re: My boss.

No, you haven't told me how much you hate your boss yet , but since you sent your letter directly to me, now I'm in the know... And yes, I asked you to pick up my dry cleaning as soon as you got to work. (Where are they, by the way?) And I told you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand dollar watch. (Thank you for spending five hours on something that could have been done in two). However, you don't have to wait two months to look me in the face and tell me you're quitting. I'm standing outside your office right now. (Open the door). I won’t comment on your “fantasies,” although I highly doubt that they are “a thing of the past.” Your boss Michael.

P. S. Yes. My day is definitely going much better than yours...