Dear Mr. Boss:
I'm thrilled to inform you that I'm resigning.
I have been waiting for what seems like forever to inform you that I’m resigning. I’ve hated working for the company since the day I was hired. I don’t like the work, I don’t like my fellow employees and especially magigi and impunity who keep jamming my mail box with porn junk mails, and I don’t like you either for your constant, irritating and nauseating refusal to consider my job promotion application.
I am tendering my resignation effective from immediately and I’m heading for the open road. I bought Guka's old peugeot 102, 1942 model and a leather jacket and my wife, Mercyline, is coming along. It was a little tough to find a jacket to fit her, but we managed to get second hand at mukiha's yard.
I know you would like me to help you with a transition, but I won’t. You may enjoy yourself figuring out the files on my computer. I don’t even figure them out most of the time.
Oh, speaking of computers, you’ll need to figure out the passwords to all our online resources. I forgot to keep a list of them, so have fun with that.
I’m sure you’d like to have a going away party for me. However, I’m not interested in the stale mshikakis and nasty brittania bisquits that constitutes saying goodbye at this company.
Don’t worry about writing for me a reference, even though I’m sure you’d be glad to recommend my work. I don’t need or want one. I don’t need references where I’m heading. So, consider our bridges burnt.
See ya,
Happy To Be Gone!
kaigangio
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