Dear Whoever-You-Are:
I don’t like you. That’s right, I said it. I don’t like you. You may remember me? We both went to the Cabrini Green Legal Aid training about a month ago. After the training, you signed up for every available spot you could. And then you signed your friend up for the rest. It meant I couldn’t volunteer for a whole month. Well guess what?
I got fired. From a volunteer opportunity. That I never got to volunteer at. Why? Because they now have so many volunteers that they don’t need me. And I’m well aware that out of the five Friday volunteers, your friend is one of them that they decided to keep.
Worse, you knew what you did. I knew you were a law student, you knew I was a law student, and you know that first year law students only have time to work on Friday mornings. And you took every single Friday morning you could. I am displeased.
Well listen up. I am declaring war on you. You may think that I have no legitimate cause to do so, but seriously. YOU GOT ME FIRED FROM SOMETHING I HAVEN’T SCREWED UP YET. You are hereby collaterally estopped from denying that you are a jerk. And for that, I’m going to beat you up in the girls’ bathroom one day.
So be looking over your shoulder, Miss Whoever-You-Are, because you got in the way of me and my resume padding. And for that, you will pay.
I hate that girl. Maybe I shouldn't even call her a girl cause she's like 342 years old.
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