The E-Mail Unwritten

Yesterday, I heard back from Nancy X (in the interest of leaving this unlikely to be found via casual Google search by involved parties, I'm leaving identifying details John Singer Sargent-y), the new intern director at X Literary Center.

I've been trying for about a month, fruitlessly, to contact Claire X, the woman who promised me an internship at X Literary Center about, oh... three months ago. I finally went straight to the source and e-mailed Nancy X about what was going on, who got back to me yesterday with something along the lines of "Yeah, actually, we don't have an internship available. Our bad!" To which I kind of feel like, okay, fine, but why didn't you tell me that THREE MONTHS AGO?

Ugh.

Anyway, I'm going to write the requisite polite response, but the e-mail I'd like to write would be something along the lines of:

Dear Nancy:

You suck. This means NUCLEAR WAR.


Cheers,
-Anna

You know, something along those lines...