Dear Miner's Guild of Shotunion,
We have a goblin snatcher running around on the surface level of the fortress. When I designate the military to kill him and anyone else to lift all the accesses so he can't run away with Urist McSackbaby, that is not the time for all of you to run outside and organize a company game of Red Rover across the north bridge.
Dear Urists McWoundedhaulers,
Thanks for breaking away from your booze and woodcutting and hauling in our fresh batch of broken-legged dwarves.
I know we're short on beds in the hospital and don't have enough for all the injured dwarves yet, but we do have two more than you actually used. Can you not see how it's kind of inappropriate to lay a few miners into beds, diagnose them, then dump the others into a pile in the corner? I'm sure that isn't doing their setting bones any good.
Dear Mason's Guild of Shotunion,
Some of you are also members of the miner's guild, and thus incapacitated. If you return to work in a timely manner, rather than lounge around until the last scratch on your thumb is gone, there's a new masterwork cabinet in it for all of you.
The masons that aren't, however, need to get to work. I designated that tables be made, top priority, so the miners can be operated on and put into traction, and you're all doing everything but making tables. Fishing, hauling, woodcutting, and when I tell you not to do it at all anymore, you rush off for a drink rather than making tables.
Hell, a few of you are 'on break' and just lounging around in the dining room. There is a rotting donkey corpse in there. Yes, I told someone to dump it, and it's still in there long enough that it bloated up and burst.
How is chilling out next to a rotting donkey corpse more important than making tables?