Dear Miss Scarlett:
Shady doesn’t even begin to describe your actions today. For the last few months I’ve worked as the main writer for a project you lead. Each step in the writing process — from outline to first draft, I’ve adhered to your suggestions without question. The way the document flows has come from your edits. And each time you’ve changed your mind about how things should be organized. Some of your suggestions didn’t make sense, but I tried to work with it, because I figured you knew what was best for our readers. However, now that the final draft has been released, you changed your mind once again and again, I will comply. But this time you threw shade in my direction by complaining to the Bossman about my work. Of course you leave out details of your complicity in the end product. But don’t worry I let Bossman know what’s up. I also understand he corrected you on a few things that you assumed were to be done. Now I am not arrogant enough to say that I’m the best at what I do — and I agree that the document could have used more copyediting– but I do know my job and I am good at what I do.
What bothers me the most about your actions is that you didn’t even come to me first about your concerns so that I could clear up your misconceptions and possibly work out in kinks in the process. No you decided to try and call me out and make me look incompetent. That’s cool, Bossman was not impressed by your neurotic nitpicking. If was a different kind of negress, you would have heard a few things from me unbecoming a lady. But Rubylena taught me how to be a good corporate negress and play the game. So yeah, I came to you all smiling and expressing concern about your “issues”. But know this Miss Scarlett, it AIN’T ALL GOOD. And so I will keep smiling but all the while I’ll be singing the words written by my man Ice Cube.
