You were my manager at a skin-care facility in Newport Beach. We had a conversation about why I was unhappy at work, and your immediate response was to ask if I was depressed and tell me that you take antidepressants every day. Even though I told you I wasn't depressed, you treated me as if I had problems from then on out. I just want you to know that, even a year later, I'm still not depressed and never was—I just really, really hated working for you and your company. Everyone is wasting their lives working for that God-forsaken skin-care clinic. The management at the top of the company is soulless, including you, which is why every employee who worked there was miserable—and still is. I never had an opportunity to thank you for firing me. So consider this a heartfelt thank you!
Send anonymous thanks, confessions or accusations—changing or deleting the names of the guilty and innocent—to le*****@oc******.com.
