Dear former employees,I am sad to inform you that I am leaving you. I hope you will support me in my new venture, that of chicken sexing, as I am sure that I shall enjoy looking at chicken's naughty bits a hell of a lot more than I enjoy working here.
Over my [insert number of months/years of employment], I have learned many things - especially, how much fun you can have with pencil sharpeners, and why you should always have an eraser for yourself and yourself alone (as [insert name of Office Cunt-In-Residence] keeps on nicking the bloody things). I thank you for these life lessons, but far, far less than I thank you for giving me money.
When I leave, you shall see a tear fall out of my eye. Sadly for you, this will be a tear of laughter, as I shall be chuckling my head off at the prospect of seeing you all stuck in this dead end job ten years from now.
So long, and good riddance,
Ssco.
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