Dad Google Letter


Oh, Google. You are so much more than a search engine asking us if we meant "tats that look like Justin Bieber." (No, we really, really meant "cats that look like Justin Bieber," damn it!)

This little girl's father works for Google, and apparently she had it up to here with her dad's schedule. So she did what any adorable daughter would do: She wrote a stern letter. In crayon. To Google.

Her letter reads:

Dear Google Worker,

Can you please make sure when daddy goes to work, he gets one day off. Like he can get a day off on Wednesday. Because daddy only gets a day off on Saturday.

From, Katie

P.S. It is Daddy's BIRTHDAY

P.P.S. It is summer, you know

By the way, "P.P.S. It is summer, you know" is how we are going to end all our work emails from this point forward.

The letter found its way to the desk of her dad's boss, Senior Design Manager Daniel Shiplacoff. And he was more than happy to officially respond to Katie's request with his own letter, which Google confirmed was indeed legit:

Dad Google Letter


Dear Katie,

Thank you for your thoughtful note and request.

Your father has been hard at work designing many beautiful and delightful things for Google and millions of people across the globe.

On the occasion of his Birthday, and recognizing the importance of taking some Wednesdays off during the summer, we are giving him the whole first week of July as vacation time.


Nice score, Katie! Not only did you get the day off for your dad, but you got him an entire week off! Having kids finally pays off!

(That was just a joke, so please don't get your panties in a bunch over it. We love kids. They make amazing tax write-offs. Ah, more jokes! Seriously, don't yell at us.)

Wait, is that all it takes to get what you want at work? A letter written adorably in crayon? Imagine what her father could do to take advantage of this:

Dear Google worker,

My daddy is super good at his job and should get a promotion and a big raise. And a company car. Maybe a Mercedes. And also his own office with a view.

From, Katie

P.S.: This is definitely not my dad writing this letter

P.S.S.: Seriously, this is not my daddy. I promise.

P.S.S.S. It is summer, you know!

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