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Oh boy emails are fucking hard. I'm trying to tell my benefits administration team at work that my doctor thinks I have COVID and ordered a test and I'm trying to make sure I'm following the company's guidelines to be eligible for 100% waive diagnostic fees and I can't start with
good afternoon because it's after midnight and I have a fever and don't remember what comes after that. It's no longer evening, right? You don't say good night in an email. Maybe it's technically morning but that seems weird. Though surely they won't be reading this until morning
I'm not fucking built for navigating corporate email etiquette while I can't even breathe. Why is it so fucking hard to just exist?
I'd be embarrassed about this thread except:
Fuck it
Fuck it
I had a nightmare today that Mitch McConnell made a kettle of boiling water for tea and once it was ready he poured it out all over me and laughed.
