I Hate This
I’m shocked and appalled at the idea of trying to get me angry.
I Love This
Dear Mayor de Blasio:
I wanted to write to congratulate you on one of the initiatives that came out of your office. However, after careful and diligent search, I couldn’t find one. I would suggest you and your people stop doing everything you’re doing and try doing the *right* thing for a change.
I’m Not Happy About This, To Say the Least
Dear Mr. Quatrofino,
I came today to see if there’s any news, but was told you weren’t in today. You told me a week ago that you left three messages on Mr. McDonnell’s phone (one in my presence), but he never called you back. I also hoped to hear a reply to my voicemail message to you, if only to find out just that.
I had been told that you would be a good person to call Mr. McDonnell, because you two are friends. If he doesn’t return your calls, I wonder what kind of friendship this is; you might want to reevaluate it. Or perhaps there’s more to it than I know about.
Further, this has been going on for quite a few weeks now. As you know, I can hardly afford to wait – I have nothing firm, nothing definite to go on. I was hoping that people who profess to help those in my situation actually would help me, and without undue delay. I am rather disheartened at the lack of urgency everyone seems to have about this.
Please let me know if you were able to reach Mr. McDonnell, or his boss, or at least confirm the receipt of this letter.
I wrote a letter to the court. A friend helped me. It’s all right that Mr. and Mrs. Williams took you in after your mom died, if they’re so kind. But they’re asking for guardianship, and I’m worried that they want to take my parental rights away. You’re my daughter; I don’t wanna let you go just like that.
I can’t do much for you right now. I moved to New York City, joined the union, and they send me to jobs when they come up. But they last only a few days, and then I’m going back to the line to wait for another. In time, I’ll get more seniority, more work, and more money. Then I’ll rent my own apartment.
When you graduate high school, I’d like you to come to the city with me. I should have enough work and enough money to support you. You could go to college and have a career. Thanks be to God for union jobs and resident tuition.