Dear You Letter

Dear You,
I'm unsure as to who raised you and taught you manners, if anyone. When you are on the phone, would you like me to stand there in front of you, listening to your private conversation, and wait for you to end the call? I doubt it. So why do you do that to me?

I have my office. It has a door on it. And oddly enough, it does have a window. Obviously you have working eyes if you can find my office, so why can you not look through the giant window that I could easily fit through to see that I am on the phone? There is a door for a reason. Conversations that I have in that office are not meant for everyone to hear. I highly doubt you'd want your dirty laundry aired to that production floor.

I'm there 10+ hours a day, four days a week so why must you insist on barging in here when I'm occupied already? It's rude and inconsiderate, and I dislike starting my days off with that. Please consider my privacy and the privacy of others before pulling shit like this again. There is a box outside of my office for that paperwork to be dropped off in if I am A. busy or B. gone. Learn to use it.

Completely Annoyed,

Me.