Dear T,
I hate that there's no middle ground with you. You're either the kindest guy in the world or the coldest. You're either amazing about your schedule or totally rude. You're either really attentive to what I need or completely absorbed in your own glory. This makes your personality a lot like my mom's. I'm really starting to dread working with you. I want stability, even if it's mediocre. A nice even keel would be far more comforting than a roller coaster. I'm seriously ready to begin thinking of switching T's.