danacara
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In all seriousness, I really enjoy my current job, but we've all had "that job" ... mine was in a tanning salon ... my boss used to embezzle from the safe and think that none of us were bright enough to figure it out ...
Dear Sir or Madam,
Kindly be advised that my last day, which would be today if you would just pull a Clinton and pardon me, will be two weeks from date noted above.
In the eternal words of Ja Rule, I am "outie five thousand" from this dump. Hopefully my new boss will be able to restrain himself from using business proceeds to finance his or her crack habit or brain transplant or whatever other similarly noble endeavor toward which you have poured our company proceeds.
Please be advised that my cell number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. Kindly do not call it, but I figured the prosecutor might need it once the accountant narcs you out (hmm, proceeds are down 20% but only when you are on duty. Red flag perhaps?).
Naturally, I am indebted for all that I have learned in my tenure here, including but certainly not limited to the following:
1. If the high point of your working day is your trip to the gumball machine ... it's time to quit.
2. If the low point of your day is teaching your boss how to add in Excel ... it's time to quit.
3. If you have to play "We Didn't Start the Fire" in order to motivate yourself to get out of the car in the morning ... it's time to quit.
4. If you regard Friday 6 PM with the messianic zeal of a nun at Fatima ... it's time to quit.
5. If you can't wait to see how the walls are going to fall down at your workplace without you slapping emergency band-aids on the software and smoothing things over with the town inspector when whoops, your employer failed to realize that we needed a permit to add on that residental second floor in the commercial zone??? ... it's time to quit..
Yours in warmest possible, keyword possible, regards,
Dana Cara
Dear Sir or Madam,
Kindly be advised that my last day, which would be today if you would just pull a Clinton and pardon me, will be two weeks from date noted above.
In the eternal words of Ja Rule, I am "outie five thousand" from this dump. Hopefully my new boss will be able to restrain himself from using business proceeds to finance his or her crack habit or brain transplant or whatever other similarly noble endeavor toward which you have poured our company proceeds.
Please be advised that my cell number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. Kindly do not call it, but I figured the prosecutor might need it once the accountant narcs you out (hmm, proceeds are down 20% but only when you are on duty. Red flag perhaps?).
Naturally, I am indebted for all that I have learned in my tenure here, including but certainly not limited to the following:
1. If the high point of your working day is your trip to the gumball machine ... it's time to quit.
2. If the low point of your day is teaching your boss how to add in Excel ... it's time to quit.
3. If you have to play "We Didn't Start the Fire" in order to motivate yourself to get out of the car in the morning ... it's time to quit.
4. If you regard Friday 6 PM with the messianic zeal of a nun at Fatima ... it's time to quit.
5. If you can't wait to see how the walls are going to fall down at your workplace without you slapping emergency band-aids on the software and smoothing things over with the town inspector when whoops, your employer failed to realize that we needed a permit to add on that residental second floor in the commercial zone??? ... it's time to quit..
Yours in warmest possible, keyword possible, regards,
Dana Cara