Email us your problem.
(anonymity guaranteed)

 

BACK

PROBLEMS OF THE WEEK

In order to preserve confidentiality correspondents
INITIALS ONLY will be used.

R.S., struggling actress and office manager for a shady "Erotic Film Archivist" (you get it) writes:

Dear Pete and Andy,
I like my job okay, but my boss is always telling me to do stuff. It's like I can't get a break. Last week I went to the bank for him and when I came back 3 hours later he was freaking out, screaming that I had been gone too long. Give me a break. Any advice?

Lazy in New York

Dear "Lazy":
There are two solutions to your problem:
1:
Forget about it and stop your complaining. I mean you probably live alone in some god-forsaken outer-borough of New York, right? Riding in quiet bitterness on the subway to work every morning, just PRAYING for somebody to piss you off. I'm sure you've had boyfriends (from the tone of your letter we assume you are a female) but I'll bet they didn't stick around too long after they got a dose of your relentless whining about your NEEDS and your "How come we never eat out anymore". Well listen sister, nobody said life was gonna be a new cashmere sweater purchased wholesale from Daffy's. Nobody owes you a living so get up off that oh-so-cushy little behind of yours and get to work.
2:
Bring the bastard up on discrimination charges.

Glad we could help.

Andy & Pete

 
 

 

Pete.S., a bitter, jealous computer animator, illustrator and 1965 Mercedes 220 SB owner writes:

Dear Pete and Andy,
I work with this guy... Let's call him Andy. Well, he's my partner, My business partner not my sexual partner, (although he does have a great ass). But, well, all he seems to want to do is work on this web page thing, I mean really the site is kinda funny and all, but really, we got work, clients, bills to pay, drinks to drink... But all he wants to do is respond to the "ask Slim Films", and the Weisroys, don't get me started, man if I here "Beer Beer Beer" one more time I'm gonna scream, Hey I like Polka as much the next guy but, really! There are other polka groups out there! What should I do??? I've tried talking to him about this but, he just snaps his teeth and snarls at me... He's loosing his mind, his girlfriend cries herself to sleep, his mother is worried sick. His son has given up meat in protest!!! WE NEED YOUR HELP!!!

Sitting Next to a Web-Monster

Dear "Sitting:"
Deal with it.

Andy & Pete