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Thanks for making my difficult life a little harder. You are an automaton functionary whose decisions are arbitrary, capricious, and devoid of any humanism. You perch yourself in your cubicle and pontificate into the aether without the slightest conscience or ethical sensibility.

After a full rendering of my circumstances, you still decide to punch out the most convenient disposition, then just go off on your little day with no insight into the chain of untoward repercussions you've initiated. My problems continue, thanks to you, while you just check off another box in anticipation of the next hapless victim in your bureaucratic timeline that only pursues an ultimate pension as its reason to be. Meanwhile, your ruinous ruling is a snap judgment, and then you play territorial bulldog against any appeals of reason. Would it kill you to just say yes?

No, it wouldn't. It would go nowhere except to the family it would help. You're an angry, little pip of a person, in a position of power, doing your job carelessly and immorally in the boxes you check. I have to wonder--just who raised you to be someone like that? Maybe I should be contacting them?

I could call you many names, but I'm sure you've heard them all before. Just listen to your last hundred voicemails or so, if you've forgotten. Then go off to lunch with your other willy-nilly automatons and then on to your little grayscale life amidst the black-and-white authority you wield in an otherwise technicolor world.

Oh, and fuck you. Stronger letter to follow.