'Where do babies come from?".. "Silly, they come from Christine!"
So, work pretty much sucks sometimes. There are good days, there are bad days. Working at Bluenotes gave me a lot of bad days, especially when I thought about how crappy the job actually was.
I went out one day, with my dear ol' Kaiti to pass out resumes, and two of the places decided to give me a ring back. I was quite pleased. Staples and Music World ACTUALLY loved me back. So far, Staples seems promising, and Music World also seems quite cheery and uplifting. So, i'm hoping for either or, since i'm passing in my two weeks at work tomorrow. (well, actually, today.)
I originally wrote a very CORNY, very "by the books" resignation letter.
It'll work, and it's the one i'm going to use.
But you know WHAT? I really wanted to use this one! cause you know, it would be hilarious...
so, here it is for your viewing pleasure. Please feel free to comment on the vulgarity and obscene nature of the letter, or if you just enjoyed reading it. :)
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"DEAR MOTHER-FUCKING BLUENOTES",
I sincerely hate you. You’ve put me through hell and more, and it’s about time I kicked myself in the ass for ever taking this stupid job and got myself away from you for good. You make me want to blow chunks every time I think about you, so I’m thinking that...maybe me working for you just isn’t meant to be.
Don’t be upset though, I’m sure you’ll find some eager, retarded kid to replace me, who’ll end up hating the job after a couple months. But, no worries necessary; some even more retarded kid will replace him. It’s funny how that works, eh? Just a chain of retarded people, thinking its actually fun working for you.
Yeah, it is nice to listen to music at work, but not when everything else about the job makes you want to jab your eyes out with pins and needles. Like on-calls, oh, aren’t they fun? FUCK NO. Nowhere else does them, so maybe that means it’s because they’re stupid and dumb, no one likes or thinks they're necessary, so STOP using them, OK? and keeping your employees WAY after their shift ends to clean, without paying them for it, ain’t cool (and if my brain is working properly, it’s also illegal.. hmmm.) SOMEONE is gonna get the labour board called on them, and guess what? It JUST might be you. (take a hint, bitches.) It’s all good though, it’s not like I have anything against you.
So yea, in conclusion, I hope your company burns in hell, and gets impaled on a stick by some crazy black man on bad crack. Go fuck your mother!
Irregardless (which isn’t a word by the way, but Gretchen used it, so it makes it alright.. well, at least according to my awesome-totally all-knowing friend Liam, and he’s better than you, so yea.)
Your company makes me REALLY mad, and that isn’t a good thing, cause then I go on nasty-retarded rants like this, and drive myself absolutely mad.
So, Have a nice day and I hope you choke and die on a tic-tac.
Loves Ya,
Andrew J. Fraser/ Hor-Hay Smith. (The guy who just quit, yea, that’s me!)
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So yeah, that's the one I wanted to use, but won't, cause it would result in a BAD reference, and i want good references. Cause you know, bad references from where I had most of my actual good experience could equal "no job for hor-hay". and that's sad news.
Onto other happy news though, I met Christine today (while hanging out with the "banging gang" of Mike, Megan and Liam), and I love her as much as I thought I would. She's a TON'O'FUN! and to top it all off, she really SUCKS at grounders (which ends up making me look like i'm really good at it!). Trotting around like a horse that just had some Viagra and Prozak slipped into it's water isn't going to help you avoid from being caught, Chsitine! :P
soooooo, now that all of that is said and done, university starts soon (ugh, but it's hunting season! wooohooo) and I got my loan, so that's good. Let's hope it's worth it!
Everything else is pretty much peachy-keen, and I think i'm going to a sleepover tomorrow, hopefully it isn't just wishful thinking. :P haha.
So, that's all for now.
I'll leave you with this piece of knowledge.
"Brothers get embarassed when their brothers go to pick them up at work with a van full of friends, blasting "Stop" by the Spice Girls, while performing all the correct choerography while the embarassed brother's manager, and the mananger's car happen to be right next to the van that is emitting all of the infectiously catchy pop music"
Needless to say, Adam (Liam's brother, that we tortured :P) was a LITTLE cranky with us :P"
p.s [Always remember to torture and torment your siblings, it only makes them love you more when you're older!]
<3
Andrew.
I went out one day, with my dear ol' Kaiti to pass out resumes, and two of the places decided to give me a ring back. I was quite pleased. Staples and Music World ACTUALLY loved me back. So far, Staples seems promising, and Music World also seems quite cheery and uplifting. So, i'm hoping for either or, since i'm passing in my two weeks at work tomorrow. (well, actually, today.)
I originally wrote a very CORNY, very "by the books" resignation letter.
It'll work, and it's the one i'm going to use.
But you know WHAT? I really wanted to use this one! cause you know, it would be hilarious...
so, here it is for your viewing pleasure. Please feel free to comment on the vulgarity and obscene nature of the letter, or if you just enjoyed reading it. :)
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"DEAR MOTHER-FUCKING BLUENOTES",
I sincerely hate you. You’ve put me through hell and more, and it’s about time I kicked myself in the ass for ever taking this stupid job and got myself away from you for good. You make me want to blow chunks every time I think about you, so I’m thinking that...maybe me working for you just isn’t meant to be.
Don’t be upset though, I’m sure you’ll find some eager, retarded kid to replace me, who’ll end up hating the job after a couple months. But, no worries necessary; some even more retarded kid will replace him. It’s funny how that works, eh? Just a chain of retarded people, thinking its actually fun working for you.
Yeah, it is nice to listen to music at work, but not when everything else about the job makes you want to jab your eyes out with pins and needles. Like on-calls, oh, aren’t they fun? FUCK NO. Nowhere else does them, so maybe that means it’s because they’re stupid and dumb, no one likes or thinks they're necessary, so STOP using them, OK? and keeping your employees WAY after their shift ends to clean, without paying them for it, ain’t cool (and if my brain is working properly, it’s also illegal.. hmmm.) SOMEONE is gonna get the labour board called on them, and guess what? It JUST might be you. (take a hint, bitches.) It’s all good though, it’s not like I have anything against you.
So yea, in conclusion, I hope your company burns in hell, and gets impaled on a stick by some crazy black man on bad crack. Go fuck your mother!
Irregardless (which isn’t a word by the way, but Gretchen used it, so it makes it alright.. well, at least according to my awesome-totally all-knowing friend Liam, and he’s better than you, so yea.)
Your company makes me REALLY mad, and that isn’t a good thing, cause then I go on nasty-retarded rants like this, and drive myself absolutely mad.
So, Have a nice day and I hope you choke and die on a tic-tac.
Loves Ya,
Andrew J. Fraser/ Hor-Hay Smith. (The guy who just quit, yea, that’s me!)
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So yeah, that's the one I wanted to use, but won't, cause it would result in a BAD reference, and i want good references. Cause you know, bad references from where I had most of my actual good experience could equal "no job for hor-hay". and that's sad news.
Onto other happy news though, I met Christine today (while hanging out with the "banging gang" of Mike, Megan and Liam), and I love her as much as I thought I would. She's a TON'O'FUN! and to top it all off, she really SUCKS at grounders (which ends up making me look like i'm really good at it!). Trotting around like a horse that just had some Viagra and Prozak slipped into it's water isn't going to help you avoid from being caught, Chsitine! :P
soooooo, now that all of that is said and done, university starts soon (ugh, but it's hunting season! wooohooo) and I got my loan, so that's good. Let's hope it's worth it!
Everything else is pretty much peachy-keen, and I think i'm going to a sleepover tomorrow, hopefully it isn't just wishful thinking. :P haha.
So, that's all for now.
I'll leave you with this piece of knowledge.
"Brothers get embarassed when their brothers go to pick them up at work with a van full of friends, blasting "Stop" by the Spice Girls, while performing all the correct choerography while the embarassed brother's manager, and the mananger's car happen to be right next to the van that is emitting all of the infectiously catchy pop music"
Needless to say, Adam (Liam's brother, that we tortured :P) was a LITTLE cranky with us :P"
p.s [Always remember to torture and torment your siblings, it only makes them love you more when you're older!]
<3
Andrew.