Dear Miss BusyPants,
Since you are constantly complaining that you have too much work and too many responsibilities, I am at a loss to explain why you have suddenly taken it upon yourself to track down and (re)label all of our unit’s book trucks. And, most importantly, why are you interested in which trucks are in my cubicle? It’s really none of your business, and I’m pretty sure you have better things to do than A) bother me, or B) spend 45 minutes flittering around the department, distracting everyone while you determine who has which truck(s).
In short, I realize that you think you should be in charge of the universe, but you aren’t, so please go back to your cubicle and stop bothering everyone. And by “everyone,” I mean me.
Thank you.
red paper boat 