If You Need Me, I'll Be in the Breakroom, Mainlining Coffee

Ping!
Where did we last leave this?
I sigh.  There are some people that make full-time work a chore.  This woman is one of them.
I stare at the e-mail.  I have been copied on three separate correspondences circulating around this particular subject, all of them started by her, all of them saying the same things – and all of them addressed to different people.
This person is the reason I have taken up competitive sighing.
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly.
Hi, Florence, I write.  If I understand you correctly, you are looking for resolution on this matter.  I have attached the three conversations I am aware of.  Please let me know where you’d like to go next as I can do nothing until I hear from you.
Ping!
Are you sure? she writes.  I don’t remember you needing my input in the past.
I close my eyes.  We’ve been doing it this way for almost five years.  I fight the urge to sigh again and settle for a slight moan that makes Female Intern turn around grinning. 
“Florence?” she whispers.
I grin at her.  “Was it the groaning?”
Dear Florence, I write.  We’ve been doing it this way for a good amount of time now and I don’t understand why you…
And it is there that I stop, because anything I write after that will include phrases like “willful inattention”, “please refer to the last dozen e-mails we’ve had on this same subject”, and “suspected lead-paint-chip ingestion”.
I take a deep breath, highlight and delete everything but the salutation and continue anew.
I believe we’ve been doing it this way for a while, haven’t we?  Perhaps I’ve been unclear in the past.  Please keep me copied regarding the decision made and I’ll implement the changes. 
Hugs and Kisses, Pearl.
Thinking better of it, I replace “hugs and kisses” with “best regards”.
We'll save that for the follow-up e-mail.