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My leaving letter:
Dear Co-Workers, As many of you probably know, tommorw is my last day. But before I leave, I wanted to take this opportunity to let you know what a great and distinct pleasure it has been to type "Tommorow is my last day." For nearly as long as I've worked here, I've hoped that I might one day leave this company. And now that this dream has become a reality, please know that I could not have reached this goal without your unending lack of support. Words cannot express my gratitude for the words of gratitude you did not express. I would especially like to thank all of my managers: in an age where miscommunication is all too common, you consistently impressed and inspired me with the sheer magnitude of your misinformation. It takes a strong man to admit his mistake - it takes a stronger man to attribute his mistake to me. Over the year and a half, you have taught me more than I could ever ask for and, in most cases, ever did ask for. I have been fortunate enough to work with some absolutely interchangeable supervisors on a wide variety of seemingly identical projects - an invaluable lesson in overcoming daily tedium in overcoming daily tedium in overcoming daily tedium. Your demands were high and your patience short, but I take great solace knowing that my work was, as stated on my annual review, "mostly satisfactory." That is the type of praise that sends a man home happy after even a 10 hour day, smiling his way through half a bottle of mostly satisfactory scotch. And to most of my peers: even though we barely acknowledged each other within these office walls, I hope that in the future, should we pass on the street, you will regard me the same way as I regard you: sans eye contact. But to those few souls with whom I've actually interacted, here are my personalized notes of farewell: To Caulfield: I will always remember sharing lunch with you, despite having clearly labeled it with my name. To Mairead: I will miss detecting your flatulence as much as you will clearly miss walking past my cubicle to deliver it. To Linda: Best wishes on your ongoing campaign to popularize these "email forwards." I sincerely hope you receive that weekend full of good luck, that hug from an old friend, and that baby for your dusty womb. And finally, to Kat: you were right - I tested positive. We'll talk later. So, in parting, if I could pass on any word of advice to the individual who will soon be filling my position, it would be to cherish this experience like a sponge and soak it up like a good woman, because a job opportunity like this comes along only once in a lifetime. Meaning: if I had to work here again in this lifetime, I would sooner kill myself. Very truly yours, Cian Kelliher PS: I will be throwing myself a happy hour farewell party at the Oden 5.30 tommorow evening if anybody is interested in drinks! |
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Apparently it was written by the author to whom it is attributed, but as a joke for which he has apologized.
Short article
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Come on, come on, spin a little tighter / Come on, come on, and the world's a little brighter ~ Accidentally in Love, Counting Crows Chuck Jones is a vengeful god |
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And I ask this in all seriousness, when the NFBSK will people learn?
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Quote:
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"Beneath my goody two shoes lie some very dark socks." - Lisa Simpson |
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I am sure that I remember this going around the bank I worked at, 20 years ago, as one of those faxed jokes that were popular before email.
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Lesson learned (or should be learned):
Never send these things out in e-mail. Such tidbits can be forwarded to the wide world with a simple click. What is meant as something internal can easily find its way into a million inboxes in a very shortime!!! Next time, leave a voicemail
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Despite the high cost of Living, it is still a very popular thing to do. It is a sad fact that 50 percent of marriages in this country end in divorce. But hey, the other half end in death. You could be one of the lucky ones! - Richard Jeni |
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From your link: Quote:
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"Skepticism, my dear great-grandchildren, is a fine thing, and to be cultivated. Take as little on trust as you possibly can. You have quite good brains ... and you might as well practice using them." -Elizabeth Zimmermann |
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Dogbert gets Dilbert out of bed at 1 in the morning to leave a voicemail on his boss's machine: Dogbert: By leaving voicemail messages late at night it makes it seem like you're working around the clock Dilbert (after dialing) : Hi, it's one in the morning. I'm in my underwear and I thought of you...oops Dogbert: Did you just send an obscene voice message to your boss? Dilbert: No, I think I hit the group code. |
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Same here. We usually pass around the Dilbert daily calendar cartoons and sadly in many cases we can name a person or incident where this actually happened. Not so much as humor "HaHa" but more like knowing that someone else has also had this happen.
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Some people are like slinkies , not really good for anything but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down a set of stairs.
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I would have taken more pleasure in the original email had he typed "tomorrow" spelled correctly.
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Well, before reading the rest of the thread, I was considering re-working it into something I could use here. I'm about two weeks from a major promotion and a transfer that goes with it. Who knows, I still might.
- P |
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I know exactly what you mean. When you are completely frustrated and aggravated in dealing with bureaucracies and pointless rules that seemingly exist solely to keep you from performing your duty, it's comforting in a odd way to know that you're not the only one stuck in such a position.
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