A note from a friendly receptionist

Dear Everybody I See at Work:

I know the weather sucks. I had to travel through it, same as you did. In fact, I probably dealt with more of it than you did, since you probably drove, because you or your parents or both have a lot more money than I do. If I had the power to improve the weather, would I be sitting here being a receptionist? Do I have white hair and glowing eyes and a yellow spandex outfit? (Though come to think, my best friend *is* a redhead....)

Anyway. Please stop telling me about the weather. Thank you.