Monday, May 21

The Final Frontier

I skipped into work on Friday.  Literally, skipped.  With my purse hanging on one shoulder, my pump on the other, and a very important paper in my left hand. 

On this very important paper, I typed a very important letter.  And the very important letter went something like this:

Dear Ms. Manager:

Please accept this letter as notice of resignation from my position as Sales and Operations Support Specialist for Company X, effective June 6, 2012.

Thank you for the opportunities for professional and personal development that you have provided me during the last eight months. I have enjoyed working for the agency and appreciate the support provided me during my time with the company.

If I can be of any help during this transition, please let me know.

Okay, okay... so we know that's all a crock.  (Personal development?...  Come on!)  But I had to submit a professional letter in order TO QUIT MY JOB!!!!!

I really wanted to send a letter like this:

Dear Chief Rain-in-the-Face:

Please accept this letter as notice of my resignation from my position here.  My last day of work will be today, and I will chalk it up as one of the best days of my life.

It is with almost no regret that I am leaving the company.  However, I will leave with dignity and respect. I will leave my desk in pristine order, free of post-it notes and personal photos.  I will leave my four clear push pins tacked up to my stark cube wall, and I will do my best to comply with any and all SOP's until 5pm today.  Please see my grievances (attached using a bright pink paper clip), should you need an explanation for my pursuing other opporunities.

And by the way, your attitude sucks.  And it's freezing in our office.  And you can save your money on having the heating/cooling specialists come in to determine why.  They've been here 15 times and can't figure it out.  Think really, really hard, and I'm sure you can figure out why the air in here is so cold.



Or, do what the guy does here:





Anyway, I handed in my all-too-professional letter of resignation.  My boss looked at it, laughed, told me it was disappointing, then asked me to leave her office.  THEN she called the two supervisors into her office, they slammed the door, and laughed (read: hooted and hollered) in her office for almost an hour.  So professional.  Then my immediate supervisor exited the manager's office, came up to my desk, and asked whether I will be finishing my goals for 2012.  I said no, I wasn't really planning on it (really my only goal at this point is to make it through the next two weeks).  She shook her head, told me she was VERY disappointed in me (what?? in me?  for what??), and walked back to her office, where my manager would pop in every so often, they would all whisper, and then roar with laughter (which always makes everyone royally uncomfortable). Later I passed my manager in the hallway. She saw me coming, turned her head away, and refused to look at me.... Really, lady? How old are you? 

What bothers me most is that it took every ounce of willpower I had to resign from this place in a very respectful and professional manner (when the employees are treated anything but respectfully and professionally), and also on decent terms, but it appears that management is making that very difficult.  I digress.  I have two and a half weeks left until the end. And I'm d-r-e-a-d-i-n-g going into work today.

On a positive note, though, I've got some very exciting opportunities ahead of me.  Wish me luck!!!! :)

1 comment:

  1. oh my GOSH - I cannot believe that someone would be so unprofessional and immature - do the people above her know how bad she is? And Yay!!! for quitting! Got something lined up?

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