To the person responsible

for calling my husbands cell phone at 5:45 a.m today to advertise Cingular's new text text messaging offering. Yes. I said 5:45:

There is a special place in Hell for you. A place where you are woken up at 4:45 a.m. every day by being licked in the face by a high strung black lab with irritable bowel syndrome. A place where some total moron schedules a mass blast call to all cell phone users to alert them of the new text messaging offering CUZ THEY THINK YOU ARE GONNA WANT TO KNOW THAT AT 5:45 IN THE FUCKING MORNING! A Place where all the phone ringers are set to HIGH because your mate is hard of hearing therefore every time a call comes in after 8:00 at night and before 7:00 a.m. the baby is jolted awake and too mad and disoriented to go back to sleep. A place where it doesn't matter if you were up until 3:30 in the morning with a screaming child, you still have to go to work, sit at a computer screen and jump through administrative hoops and prance around like a toy poodle in the fucking circus to get the pricing required to get a customer to sign a contract. These same people who demand that you jump through hoops while perfoming cartwheels will imply that your job is easy and they work a lot harder than you.
A special place in Hell I tell you.