pulling my hair out

All I really wanted was a mold-free office with a comfortable temperature.

This is the email I got this morning from the maintenance supervisor:

"Jenny,
We will experiment while the weather is still cool. We should be able to learn what we need to without hot weather. As for the screen, I need to look to see what happened to that request. I don’t remember receiving it, and it is not on the open list. That doesn’t necessarily mean we didn’t receive it, but are you sure it got to us? Sometimes the fax machine dials out and the sender doesn’t see the "no go" printout—at least that happens here sometimes. If you have a copy, would you mind re-sending? I will look for it and make sure it gets attended to, and I will tell people you have been waiting."

He is referring to the maintenance request I had submitted to get the window screen fixed.

Here is my reply to his email:

"I just re-faxed the original maintenance request from May 6. The implication in your email that I do not know how to fax a maintenance request is a little frustrating."

Here is what I wanted to write:

"FUCK YOU"