Dear Printer: What's wrong, baby? Haven't I been good to you? Haven't I given you paper, toner, love and affection? So why must you turn on me like this? Huh?
I hope you get over yourself and your snit over the weekend. I might have to lay the smack down, otherwise.
Dear StephiePod: Thank you for being full of Broadway goodness. You've made today much easier, and...yeah.
Dear Self: Singing along to "Big Spender" is not permitable in the office. Not even if the boss is gone for the day.