The problem, you see, is that I don't actually like you.

As far as that goes, I don't think you like me. Certainly your communication style, which is condescending and disrespectful, indicates that you don't.

In a remarkably short amount of time, I've learned to disrespect you right back. And I know it shows.

This isn't good for either of us. You're destroying what's left of a work ethic already eroded by years of employment instability. I'm tearing down what few shreds of commitment you had left toward making this business a success.

Also, you treat me like I'm stupid, you blame other people for your own failings, and you're constantly angry because we're too busy to read your mind.

I don't see this turning out well, do you?

No, I didn't think so.

I tell you what. You try to stay off my last unripped nerve and we'll see if we can get through two days of togetherness next week without a major blow-up. After that, well, as soon as is practicable, we'll just arrange for a parting of the ways.

Sincerely,

Dissed and Disgruntled In Denver