I succeeded only in killing the cactus on the windowsill.
Some are terse, some are poignant, some run eight to ten pages long. I let it all hang out on the blank backs of corporate print-outs.
It is with deep regret that I submit this resignation...
My reasons are entirely personal and do not reflect upon the considerable shortcomings of those I leave behind... (I have no desire to castigate my fellow procurers at the office, however it is unfortunate that, after several laborious years in my cubicle (and, recently, office), seldom was heard an encouraging word.)
I want to meet my maker. I've endeavored towards contact on several occasions, but always, as Hallmark cards say, across the miles. I want a direct confrontation. I've had it up to hear with conference calls.
I wish to God that people would learn to enunciate.
There's twenty-nine thousand, four hundred and forty-five yen (the entirety of my allowance from ages eight to nine) and a gold nugget from the Klondike (a souvenir) in the hole in the plaster above my closet door. Take it and enjoy!
I write them, I edit them, I file them in my office with all the other Very Important Documents.
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I've decided it's better to ride in tandem than to not ride at all.
And when they unloaded us on the platform, I would bounce off the train in jubilation. I didn't know what the hell I was coming home to. Sometimes I brought flowers.
It is with deep regret that I submit this resignation...
My reasons are entirely personal and do not reflect upon the considerable shortcomings of those I leave behind... (I have no desire to castigate my fellow procurers at the office, however it is unfortunate that, after several laborious years in my cubicle (and, recently, office), seldom was heard an encouraging word.)
I want to meet my maker. I've endeavored towards contact on several occasions, but always, as Hallmark cards say, across the miles. I want a direct confrontation. I've had it up to hear with conference calls.
I wish to God that people would learn to enunciate.
There's twenty-nine thousand, four hundred and forty-five yen (the entirety of my allowance from ages eight to nine) and a gold nugget from the Klondike (a souvenir) in the hole in the plaster above my closet door. Take it and enjoy!
I write them, I edit them, I file them in my office with all the other Very Important Documents.
.
.
.
I've decided it's better to ride in tandem than to not ride at all.
And when they unloaded us on the platform, I would bounce off the train in jubilation. I didn't know what the hell I was coming home to. Sometimes I brought flowers.