August 11, 2017
David Wolfe:
Do you know when The Container Store as a company turned from a store worth shopping full of unique, quality items into a cheap, not-worth-my-time store? No longer was the store worth my skills and talent to work there.
I understand how they keep me sooooo poor and broke is to constantly alter my purchases and products, so that I am kept in the car returning things through the mail.
Understand this: I am NEVER going back to the weight I was when you knew me before. I am NEVER going back to the weight I was when I moved in here. I have proven I would rather STARVE TO DEATH than to gain weight.
I am not the girl you knew in College anymore. In fact, you do not know me anymore. I don’t believe you ever knew me.
Here’s what needs to change: You need to fire that bitch! I remember more than I have been able to write to you, but she is harmful – not funny. What she has done with some knowledge of my previous life is disrespectful, dishonesty, an absolute sham, a degradation of my sacrifice to my mother, my family, and my life. I will not write what I remember about her from TCS.
David, you have taken away my ability to genuinely laugh anymore. I cannot stand the world and its people the way you have controlled it.
You opened your legs at Starbucks, knowing that I knew who you were to allow me to be tricked. You honestly thought a Chelsea could manage me?! Are you fucking kidding me, right now?!
I have come to the understanding that you never even liked me very well. The stuffed bear toy was a way to ease your guilt, and not from any emotion you wished to convey.
This is important: My purchases are important and meaningful all on their own. Why the fuck did I get hired to begin with?! Changing the products during transit is dishonest – THIS HAS TO STOP IMMEDIATELY!!!
Moving on from this constant returning of items which only makes me and the products look cheap. You leave me no choice, David in allowing this kind of behavior to be allowed and continued.
As to the gate situation here, I will only go in the in and out the out. The code intercom needs to be replaced. It should work so that I can use it, and NOT have to change my phone or anything else in order to use it. It should be a code that is entered – end of discussion.
You shouldn’t have forced me to be alone since none of you are alone. So, stop making me pretend this is about love!
Motherfucker! I remember you, David as Alfredo come bolting out of the stockroom at TCS after I had just waited on two women with a baby with a great big smile on your face as if I had just passed some test that you were proving to someone else!
Do you know anymore when I think of you or Amazon as they are both one, I am disheartened, saddened, full of disgust? I never wish to see your face again.
I cannot stand the dreams that are implanted in my head as I sleep. I know they are not my own. They are horrid. They are unimaginative. They are not what I dream of.
I want and demand a hysterectomy product shipped and sold by Amazon. I want them to admit that what they did was wrong. I want them to admit it was impossible. I want you to admit you took something from me you can never replace or take back.
You must be fucking joking?! Who needs whom here?!
Yeah, yeah, I remember talking to John Oliver in elfa, who seemed somewhat shocked when he saw me for whatever reason. I remember him calling my Thursday the Prime Minister. My poor cat that you stole from me.
Can I tell you, I remember a look-a-like of Stephen Colbert at DRC?
Can I tell you, when I read the quote from John Muir, I had never read anything so profound and beautiful in a single sentence before? It was the most amazing word art I had ever read. I wanted to know more about John Muir which is why I bought and read John Muir.
David, not for all the money in all the world do I ever want to see you again. My hands will always hurt because of you. My left butt cheek will always hurt because of you. I have stopped looking up because of you.
You have no idea the harm, the hurt, and the damage done to myself, my body, and my soul.
For as long as I live I will not wish to see you or know you again!
Cherith J Gjestland
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 