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Dear Former Colleague/Friend:

I say this with all the compassion I can muster:

You need help. Immediately.

I can understand being bitter about a past job experience. My last job wasn’t what I expected, so I got a new one.

I can understand not getting along with or respecting a boss. There’s one former boss I wouldn’t pee on if she were on fire. (Ok, that’s crude, and maybe I would.)

I can understand wishing you could force change to make the place better. It’s depressing to me to think about how great my last place could have been if only they had done some things differently.

What I cannot understand is basically trying to burn the whole place down with people you claim to like and care about inside it.

You know how many publicly pissy posts I have written about a former workplace, colleague or boss? One. And you can’t even tell which workplace or person.

Your vendetta against your former boss has to stop. You need to seek therapy.

It’s not healthy to write post after post about him and your experience.

Or contact our accreditors.

Or our board of trustees.

It’s not healthy for you, and it is actively harming us, the people who still work there. We have to do extra work because of you. You also are hurting our reputation, and that isn’t cool, Friend.

I think you think you are some kind of crusader — speaking for all employees who are all, in your mind, victims. You have a savior complex.

I will not minimize or negate your experience, but yours is not universal. I do not have the same view of my colleague that you do. People on my team have not had the same experience you have. People on HIS team disagree with your characterization.

I’m not going to address your wild email to the board that you have copied and pasted in its entirety where you detail every negative interaction you had with your boss.

You say that you knew that what you had written was “unhinged.”

Accurate.

(And then you complain you didn’t get a response. Would YOU respond to you?)

I’m going to address the other parts of your post that left me stupefied.

You said that executives (including me), “work exactly 8-5” then spend our evenings “drinking expensive wine with expensive people for ‘networking.’”

So when I’m at my desk at 7:30 p.m. trying to catch up on emails I didn’t get to during the day because of all the meetings, I’m actually NOT AT MY DESK but out drinking and networking and have been since 5? When I was at a first-generation student dinner until 8:30 p.m. last night, I should have demanded wine and told them they were fancy? That working all day last Saturday and every night last week was a figment of my imagination? And I guess taking my laptop to work on a big proposal while I was supposed to be on vacation didn’t actually happen. What the FUCK? As my former friend, you have personally witnessed some of the above. What’s wrong with you?

You characterize our board members as being people who “see the literal bottom line from a distance” — people “not in touch with the reality of the working-class … living with the decisions of out-of-touch boards.”

Um. Most of our board members are alumni who work full-time jobs. They also donate their time on several projects throughout the year, working closely with faculty and staff. They donate money to scholarships, faculty awards, staff awards, etc. They aren’t trust-fund babies jetting around with Daddy to China.

You assert that the board and the leadership team — of which I’m a part — operate from a playbook “comprised of ego, power, money and status.”

You have about two years of experience in higher education, and suddenly you are the expert? And this is genuinely what you think of me too?

Fuck. OFF.

I think this David vs. Goliath/The Poors vs. Richie Rich/Sad Little Underdog story sounded good to you, and you just went ham.

Too bad it’s not true.

“It was not the type of thing I ever advise anyone to send.”

Girl. Take your own damn advice.

And again, with the compassion I have left, I implore you to get help to MOVE ON.

Get a GD hobby, honey.

And though I have a modicum of compassion, I have no respect for you. Not now. Please don’t ever ask me for a reference.

Sincerely,
Beth

P.S. I did sleep on it before posting. Only changed a couple of words. Have no regrets. You still feeling good about yours? I hope your former boss sues you for defamation.

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Welcome, everyone, to the award ceremony for the first National Championships for the Mental Gymnastics!

(pause for applause)

The competition is complete, and we have our winners. Here are the following champions:

POMMEL HORSE: All the people killed, beaten, sprayed, pushed, detained, abused, etc., by the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement “officers” who have taken over Minneapolis, Minnesota. ICE has pommeled them repeatedly.* Congrats to these folks, mostly U.S. citizens! (So much winning! Are we great yet?)

STILL RINGS: Texas and Florida (tie). It takes immense strength and control to somehow avoid an ICE invasion when there are nearly 2 million and 1.2 million (respectively) undocumented residents, compared to Minnesota’s 130,000. How did they manage to come out on top? Their coach, Pam Bondi.

VAULT: ICE (and the DHS overlord Kristi Noem). They manage to vault right over the First, Second and Fourth amendments to the U.S. Constitution every day!

PARALLEL BARS: Kamala Harris. In a parallel universe — one without Elon Musk — she won the election and none of this is happening. Fun fact: Before the election, the right, with help from FOX News, said the Democrats would strip away the Second Amendment, jail us for what we say, drag us into more foreign wars, and cover up a sex trafficking ring, among other atrocities. Huh. Lookee here.

HORIZONTAL (HIGH) BAR: Joe Biden. He was crucified and had to drop out of the 2024 presidential race because he had a bad performance at a debate. Meanwhile, Trump sends the following letter to the Norwegian prime minister, and it’s just another Monday. Ho hum. Seems fine. Totally sane.

FLOOR EXERCISES: These were canceled as senators and representatives controlling Congress cannot be bothered to do the jobs outlined in the Constitution.

UNEVEN BARS: MAGA.

(Left) Kyle Rittenhouse meets with Donald Trump at Mar-a-Lago after acquittal. (Right) Alex Pretti documents ICE activity in Minneapolis Jan. 24 moments before he was killed, with the Trump administration claiming he was brandishing a gun.

BALANCE BEAM: No winners. Only losers. There is no balance, only hyperbole. For example, the rhetoric around immigration that led to the ICE buildup.

JD Vance claims there are 30 million undocumented immigrants in America. The number is closer to half. And they have been painted as rapists and murderers. According to extrapolated numbers out of Texas (the only place that really tracks), the number is 1.9 homicides per 100,000. There are more than 22,000 ICE agents. ICE killed 32 people in 2025. That’s about 1 per 688. I’d rather live next door to an illegal immigrant than an ICE agent.

Here are some facts:

Wake up, everyone! We are at the end of this glorious celebration of the Mental Gymnastics!

We will have a reception eventually in the new “luxurious” $400 million presidential ballroom — which is completely a necessity as we have managed to solve the all the American problems of affordable healthcare and housing, wage stagnation, inflation (2.7 percent), national debt ($38 trillion), national budget deficit ($1.78 trillion), etc.

CONGRATULATIONS!

*Side note: I can’t believe I have to say this but law enforcement officials are not allowed to execute “guilty” people either. We have a whole judicial system to determine guilt and punishment. Good and Pretti should be alive. For those of you saying, “FAFO,” I have a question and a comment. The question: Why are you defending these thugs? (Is it because if you admit they are wrong, you also are wrong for voting for this? Because you knew exactly what was going to happen. Or is it because you too were a high-school bully, and you love the violence?) The comment: Fuck all the way off with your inhumane self.

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Dear Pat,

As much as I admire your gumption to keep working long past retirement age, I think it’s time for you to consider calling it quits.

Monday was rough, but I thought our tax-prep nightmare was over.

I was wrong.

Yesterday, you sent this:

Eddie drew the short straw and went to get the new forms to mail.

As it turns out, your words were misleading: We still owe lots, but we now owe less thanks to your fix. Great! Thanks!

But why would you tell him that we should now call the IRS to find out exactly how much we owe? Come on, Pat. Isn’t that your job?

So I’m going to subtract the “refund” from the old amount and send a check for the result.

Pat, this experience has, quite frankly, sucked.

And we had to pay for the sucktitude. At least it wasn’t more:

No charge for your mistake? How generous.

You could have at least tried to make it up to us with another free pen.

Pat, I’m afraid it’s time for you to hang up your spurs. Go enjoy fruity drinks by a pool somewhere. Aren’t there great grandkids somewhere who need you?

Please, think of the children. And my sanity.

All my best,
Beth

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Dear IRS/U.S. Government:

We truly are long overdue for tax reform — if for no other reason than the fact that I wouldn’t even wish my H&R Block experience on my worst enemy. Not even on Mitch McConnell, and you know how I feel about him.

Usually, TurboTax and I hang out together for a few hours. I emerge grumpy but satisfied. And I always complete the process weeks in advance of the April 15 deadline.

This year I felt there were too many variables — selling a house, moving retirement funds, freelance work — for me to feel comfortable on my own.

Friends have used H&R Block, so I decided to take a chance. Let me just say this: With friends like that, who needs enemies?

This experience was beyond awful.

I’ve mentioned before that I am Tracy Flick. I had all my receipts categorized and added up. All my documents orderly. Everything laid out in sections in a folder.

I made an appointment two weeks ago to drop off my stuff.

I was assigned to Pat, someone’s great grandmother. She went through each piece of paper with me at 1/4 the speed of a regular person.

Then she told me she’d call me if she needed more information. Over the next week, she called and sent cryptic emails every day.

Today — FILING DAY — she told Eddie and me to come in at 7 to sign. That’s right in the middle of Gideon’s baseball game. But we went.

We sat in her cubicle and watched her work for TWO HOURS.

We watched her call in backup. Repeatedly.

Eddie was dismayed.

I was dismayed.

And then I took a catnap.

We asked her if we could leave to get Gideon at his game.

She dismissed us with a wave of her grizzled claw.

We returned at 10. On a school night. Y’all, I go to sleep at 10.

The door was locked. No one appeared to be inside.

But then from the back, a person emerged and let us in.

I regret to report that Pat still wasn’t done. She had to call in managerial backup. Again.

It’s now 10:40. We just left. We were the last people there. We are much poorer and completely exhausted, but compliant with your rules.

And Pat gave us a pen as a parting gift. For real.

Please, for the love of all that is holy, fix the system so it is easier for everyone.

I never want to go to here again.

Kthxbye,
Beth

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