My best emails:

On 10/29/03 4:09 PM, "Soto, Vanessa B" wrote:

hello
my headache is a mile-high storm cloud of shrimpy pink and mango orange sprouting sizzling lime lightning and looming over a landscape of sad, bilious greenish-gray avocado. in fifty-eight minutes I can go home, and I'll call you so we can chat for a while, if you like. meantime, edit credit memo written by venezuelan Tanya. intense.
i'll go talk to the moaners, who have been creating an eBay ad for me. they tell me i'm going to make them rich. they also say 'snake!'
NWOT and available at a superlow reserve,
Vanessa

On 10/30/03 3:08 PM, "Soto, Vanessa B" wrote:


i try to get the self-loathing out of the way while i am awake. spreading the lord's word? well, i'm smiling. what would a good Lord's word be?
they won't let me take Monday afternoon off. in fact, someone asked me this morning whether there are conference rooms on the 15th floor, and i said " How would I know? I have to tell someone when I'm going to the ladies' room." that might've been a bit gruff.
but the assistants, the analysts, the admins, the lowly ones who rise at dawn to change the copy paper and refill the toner cartridges!
when will my people be free?