Open Memo to the Idiot in Question

[ladyvyola]

Dear Sir Who Called in the Bomb Threat on Monday,

Thank you. It was so thrilling to hear the intercom just before noon: "Please evacuate the building. A bomb threat has been received. Please evacuate the building. This is not a drill."

Thank you. It was more exciting than words can say to stumble out into the scorching sun and mill about, wondering what was going to happen next.

Thank you. The delay in my projects was just what I was hoping for when I came into work that morning. The tension headache was so worth it. The worry, the anxiety, the fucking dread you injected into my day -- how could I ever live without them?

You freaking, fucking moron.

Comments

Ugh.

[calligrafiti.livejournal.com]

I do hate those. We had to evacuate the building last week when I was trying to meet a May 31 deadline--an hour of my life wasted. I work in a US federal office (albeit a minor one) and for the past 9 months every bomb threat and unexplained heightened security "request" has been pretty nervewracking. OTOH, we all know to grab our purses and keys when we leave now.

I hope your headache passes soon. BTW, I like the purple patterned nameplate.

Re: Ugh.

[ladyvyola.livejournal.com]

My company does a lot of government contracting, but we're not a federal agency. There's no overwhelming (or even underwhelming) reason to target us. Odds are it's some idiot prankster or a former employee who (IMHO) deserves several rounds with a baseball bat.

Glad you like my name icon. I'm starting to fool around more with filters and liked this one when it came up at random in BladePro.

[mamajoan.livejournal.com]

Yikes! I'm just glad you're okay! *hugs*

*sends you tylenol*

[ladyvyola.livejournal.com]

My neck thanks you, my shoulders thank you, and I thank you. (To paraphrase Jimmy Cagney as George M. Cohan.)

[miriam-heddy.livejournal.com]

I want to go back to a more innocent time-- a time when I could sigh and be annoyed at every fire drill and when I didn't bother to look for emergency exits.

I want to forget standing in the street and watching the black smoke pouring out of the WTC Towers.

And yet... this morning, while I was watching "Forever Knight," the screen went green as they put on their regularly scheduled test of the EMS, and I said, "Fuckers," and it was a good few seconds before I realized that it could be something important, and was glad it was "a test, only a test."

[ladyvyola.livejournal.com]

Yeah, those moments when the old associations are foremost and then the new ones come up and slap you in the face. Sometimes that's even harder than automatically dealing with the new realities.