This post is part of our Work Symposium. An introduction to the symposium can be found here; all of the posts written for the symposium can be found here
March 7, 2008
Ottawa, Ontario
To whom it may concern,
As wisps of daylight blend and fade, and weeks, as shapes, contort and fray,
the time within all swells and seeks
and sputters to give us but two weeks,
and I shall give you my last day.
Light hands can heal through bounty and fast,
but not, for never, the floundering quell.
Your light, though beams, is sad as well,
for March 21st shall be my last.
In Certain Sincerity,
Jonathan
Where’re you moving? Nova Scotia? Quebec?Report
Oh no, not moving. This is an actual letter of resignation I submitted for a job many years ago. I just took out the name of the company.Report
That’s Canada for you. Down here, that sort of thing would cause security to escort you out immediately. (“He wrote a what? A poem? Was he drunk or was he high? Anyway, get him the fish out of here before he starts shooting people.”)Report
We had armed off-duty police officers for a week on the basis of an employee emulating Eminem on a Facebook photo. (Granted, it was an employee with some… problems. But still.)Report
I once wrote a poem, with obvious metaphors to burning bridges, about my last employer once. 🙂Report
I like it!Report
Awesome, Jonathan. You’re a wordsmith of the highest caliber, particularly for such a mundane and utilitarian communication. Kudos!Report
Thank you. That’s quite kind.Report
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🙂 I wish I had seen this earlier. I just gave my two weeks this past Monday.Report