Master,
I'm really sad today because I feel like I have really failed you recently. I hope in the near future I can prove to you that I can engage and provide you the kind of service you deserve, but I can understand why you might be questioning that.
K told me today that you are out of socks, and that another load of laundry has been discovered with ink on it. I just want you to know I'm really sorry. I don't really even have any words for the situation - every time things fall behind you run out of things, and when I try to rush and catch up things slip through the cracks like with the ink on the laundry.
This is all my fault, and I'm really sorry. I imagine you will punish me if you feel it will help, but regardless I want you to know that I want to make this situation right and I'm working on it. I want to please you, and I'm trying to adjust my habits so that things like this will happen less and less. It shouldn't ever happen, you deserve better than that.
love,
bridget
