Seems Somehow Appropriate for the End of the Week

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Letter of Resignation
by William Baer

Dear [blank]: After much deliberation,
without qualm, scruple, or further delay,
I hereby tender my formal resignation
as your lover and future fiancé.
The job provides too little satisfaction:
too many hours of unneeded duress,
a paucity of productive interaction,
uncertain working conditions, and endless stress.
Pay-wise, I'm undervalued and disenchanted:
advancement's slow, the bonus is routine,
my "on-call" overtime is taken for granted,
and benefits are few and far between.
This document, I'm hopeful, underscores
my deep regret. I'm very truly yours....

Comments

  1. robertMay 8, 2009 at 3:42 AM

    Many times I would have liked to sign such a letter, but the moment after I would have changed my mind - that's probably why I still work seven days a week, accompany my students to their exam, and receive their bright eyes smile, when they pass.
    Wish you a wonderful weekend.

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  2. UnknownMay 8, 2009 at 4:22 AM

    Well, that's a very nice way of breaking up. And if he can't take a joke....!

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  3. KathleenMay 8, 2009 at 4:35 AM

    I can think of at least one beau who richly deserved such a letter. Stayed in the duet for 2 years, but wanted out after 2 weeks. Why do we do that?!?

    Hope some dancing's in the forecast for your weekend!

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  4. Viewtiful_JustinMay 8, 2009 at 6:26 AM

    I'm feeling that way about my JOB. My boyfriend is lovely, mostly.

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  5. JCMay 8, 2009 at 6:38 AM

    Funny but true.

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  6. PyzahnMay 8, 2009 at 7:54 AM

    Yes, it is grand to end the week on such a clever note. It's very classy to be eloquent and dignified in all situations. I need to take note.

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  7. RudeeMay 8, 2009 at 7:58 AM

    I'm thinking she must have told him no once too often. I'm also thinking that she may have been relieved to finally close the cover of the dictionary.

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  8. jackc50May 8, 2009 at 2:00 PM

    a nice simple note, so much easier than a halting phone call and not as messy as a scene...jc

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  9. Batteson.IndMay 8, 2009 at 2:45 PM

    It must be a sad thing to even think of your relationship as a job!.. think that's got to be the death knell for a partnership!

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  10. Tales From The InkMay 9, 2009 at 4:48 AM

    You're letter albeit entertaining is cutting a little close to the white meat. Love it!!

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  11. GailMay 9, 2009 at 5:59 AM

    Love the letter!

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  12. NinaMay 9, 2009 at 6:48 AM

    I love this! And I could have used this once upon a time! LOL!

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  13. Virginia S. Wood, Psy.D., InstructorMay 9, 2009 at 3:30 PM

    You doin' ok today, girlfriend?

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  14. Erin DavisMay 10, 2009 at 8:57 AM

    What a wonderful break-up strategy!

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