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Tuesday, April 27th, 2004 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
basildestinyDear Bitch HR lady,
I'm very sorry if family is a foreign subject to you. I'm glad that we live in a country that hasn't known foreign invasion so that our troops overseas can be put in the back of your mind. I'm glad that you can sleep easily with your ignorance of the death overseas. I'm glad that the enemy is not on our soil to sneak into your bedroom at night and give you nightmares. But when I say that I'm quitting because I want to spend two weeks with my brother because the unit he is assigned to next is stationed for a 7 month tour of Afghanistan that in fact means that I want to spend time with him just in case. You may be perfectly content being ignorant to death. I'm glad for you. You go right ahead and support that company that you work for. Go right ahead. But pretend like you aren't human and I'm going to treat you as inhuman. I don't want to imagine anything happening while he's gone. But I've already lost one brother. This is my only brother and I'm going to spend some time with him. I'll live as though it's our last day and continue imagining only the best. When you challenged this reason for me quitting my job, I had to unleash my hatred for the company. For you see the second reason I quit my job is that I thoroughly hate it and I can't stand to walk into the building any longer. I saw my brother's motivation and felt it was time that I got some of my own. So no, I didn't turn in a two weeks' notice. I could barely drive up the hill to put up my personal effects. How could you possibly expect someone like that to sit down at their desk for two more weeks? You should take it as a blessing because I was close to nuclear meltdown. Your precious client would not have liked that.
In conclusion, fat HR bitch back the fuck off of me. I quit my job. We work in a right to work state. That means I can quit my job whenever I like and you can fire me whenever you like. I hate you fucking bastards who try to guilt me into feeling bad. You should be glad to be rid of someone as negative as me.
I haven't written in nearly a week. I've been out having a life. Sort of. We haven't really done anything this week. Which is kind of retarded since I wanted to go out and do things. I have to put together my resume and go job hunting. I checked into going to school, but I've missed the deadline to turn in an application. Looks like it'll be another semester at the community college. I've been cleaning up in here. Nearly have everything in boxes. Almost. Well maybe not. But I'm trying.
Anyway, have I mentioned that I love West Wing lately? Never forget my undying love of this show. Going walking this weekend. Going to Gay Day on the 8th of May. I don't know what else.
Punky's computer, please get well soon
~Bas
I'm very sorry if family is a foreign subject to you. I'm glad that we live in a country that hasn't known foreign invasion so that our troops overseas can be put in the back of your mind. I'm glad that you can sleep easily with your ignorance of the death overseas. I'm glad that the enemy is not on our soil to sneak into your bedroom at night and give you nightmares. But when I say that I'm quitting because I want to spend two weeks with my brother because the unit he is assigned to next is stationed for a 7 month tour of Afghanistan that in fact means that I want to spend time with him just in case. You may be perfectly content being ignorant to death. I'm glad for you. You go right ahead and support that company that you work for. Go right ahead. But pretend like you aren't human and I'm going to treat you as inhuman. I don't want to imagine anything happening while he's gone. But I've already lost one brother. This is my only brother and I'm going to spend some time with him. I'll live as though it's our last day and continue imagining only the best. When you challenged this reason for me quitting my job, I had to unleash my hatred for the company. For you see the second reason I quit my job is that I thoroughly hate it and I can't stand to walk into the building any longer. I saw my brother's motivation and felt it was time that I got some of my own. So no, I didn't turn in a two weeks' notice. I could barely drive up the hill to put up my personal effects. How could you possibly expect someone like that to sit down at their desk for two more weeks? You should take it as a blessing because I was close to nuclear meltdown. Your precious client would not have liked that.
In conclusion, fat HR bitch back the fuck off of me. I quit my job. We work in a right to work state. That means I can quit my job whenever I like and you can fire me whenever you like. I hate you fucking bastards who try to guilt me into feeling bad. You should be glad to be rid of someone as negative as me.
I haven't written in nearly a week. I've been out having a life. Sort of. We haven't really done anything this week. Which is kind of retarded since I wanted to go out and do things. I have to put together my resume and go job hunting. I checked into going to school, but I've missed the deadline to turn in an application. Looks like it'll be another semester at the community college. I've been cleaning up in here. Nearly have everything in boxes. Almost. Well maybe not. But I'm trying.
Anyway, have I mentioned that I love West Wing lately? Never forget my undying love of this show. Going walking this weekend. Going to Gay Day on the 8th of May. I don't know what else.
Punky's computer, please get well soon
~Bas
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Date: 2004-04-27 02:42 pm (UTC)I really hope that your brother comes home safely!
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Date: 2004-04-27 04:51 pm (UTC)Yule Ball!!!!!!!!!!! YAYNESS!
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Date: 2004-04-27 05:24 pm (UTC)*hugs*