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[ChairmanPoo]

I need to write a resignation letter and this is harder than I thought

[Th4DwArfY1]

Here's an example to get your mind in the right place:

"Up yours. *Blows Raspberry*"

100% guaranteed to make folks happy to let you go.

[Yoink]

I knew I should have bought more beer.
Well, no, I guess I didn't, but I should have. Damn it.

[Iduno]

I need to write a resignation letter and this is harder than I thought

Remember, the words are less important than the delivery. Is the letter tied to a brick and tossed at the boss? Written in lighter fluid (and where?)? In the form of outing your boss for all of that objectionable material on their hard drive? A mediocre country song?

[Th4DwArfY1]

Oh! Oh! It could be whispered seductively into his ear by Dolly Parton.

What a delivery that would be!

[ChairmanPoo]

Well only one of them is a guy. Technically I have to write to HR and the director.

It's kind of hard to actually get around and press the button. The huge notice doesnt help. Makes for many uncomfortable summer meetings.

Here's an example to get your mind in the right place:

"Up yours. *Blows Raspberry*"

100% guaranteed to make folks happy to let you go.

It reflects the sentiment very well but it's hardly political when there are so few people doing what I do on this landmass (and that's including your bit of the landmass).
Not that it would make or break me. I mean, this place has a weird reputation to begin with (something which of course an expat like me wouldnt know beforehand 🤦‍♂️), with low staff retention rates. Odds are nobody would bat an eyelid. And that's for *here* mind you. I could possibly fart Beethoven's fifth symphony and depart the place on the spot without it having any impact whatsoever if I decided to head back home instead.

Which I kind of consider TBH. I went abroad for the experience, and TBH for 2017 and most of 2018 it was really pleasant. But in the last 8 months, eh... kind of a downer.

Plan is actually to take a break and consider my options. ROI is already open and I could seek something other than this place. I dont rule out UK -there are things in favor as there are handfuls of uncovered posts there, but I'm reluctant about the burocracy, which is only bound to get worse in the coming months-  and I have an offer in Sweeden (but it would mean working part time while getting a Swedish intensive course. Which I'm not really sure I want to do).
And I could go back home. I'm first on the list so odds are I could get something within weeks, and TBH once you adjust for the cost of living I'd not be saving any less money than I am on the ROI or I would in the UK (I wasnt doing this for the money anyhow). The main problem is that you're at the whims of the regional healthcare system, really

[JoshuaFH]

I'm staring at the screen, wondering what to write. Despite having been here for so long, and rattled on about so much, I still struggle with being candid.

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I've had a day where I talk to myself more than usual. Not uncommon. I'll play out a really sophisticated scenario in my head, and I'll play out all the characters myself. I'll get to live a fantasy of having friends, be admired and respected, get to feel like I'm smart and successful, talking to women without being a dickless chump, and finally feel like somebody. Then as the day nears its end, I'm snapped out of it, and I remember "Yea... that's not me... not even the people I'm imagining are anyway realistic. Real people are petty and selfish, disgusting and banal, not interested in talking about whatever pretentiously 'intellectual' thing you imagine talking about, barely interested in talking at all... what do people talk about? How do people get close to eachother?... It's an unfathomable mystery, a secret, one you're not privvy to, and never will be. Perhaps you should've done something productive today rather than fellate yourself with delusional comforts. You're always going to keep yourself too mentally weakened and anesthetized to actually obtain this shit you actually want? What a retard, what a weakling, what a waste."

[itisnotlogical]

I just learned about "Stop a Douchebag." It's a Russian activist() movement that aggressively blocks people from driving on sidewalks, and if the driver won't move or wants a fight, they put a giant sticker on their windshield. It's fun to watch in the sense that it's always fun to watch a wrongdoer get theirs, but god damn. These people get almost hit/fights started/guns pulled on them more times than an episode of COPS, before they even take out the sticker. They're stone cold, but you shouldn't have to be for something as mundane as "This is sidewalk, that is road, have a nice day."

[Dunamisdeos]

In Russia sidewalk driver you on the road walk i don't know there's a Russian meme joke in there somewhere I'm tired and my back hurts.

[Iduno]

I'm staring at the screen, wondering what to write. Despite having been here for so long, and rattled on about so much, I still struggle with being candid.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I've had a day where I talk to myself more than usual. Not uncommon. I'll play out a really sophisticated scenario in my head, and I'll play out all the characters myself. I'll get to live a fantasy of having friends, be admired and respected, get to feel like I'm smart and successful, talking to women without being a dickless chump, and finally feel like somebody. Then as the day nears its end, I'm snapped out of it, and I remember "Yea... that's not me... not even the people I'm imagining are anyway realistic. Real people are petty and selfish, disgusting and banal, not interested in talking about whatever pretentiously 'intellectual' thing you imagine talking about, barely interested in talking at all... what do people talk about? How do people get close to eachother?... It's an unfathomable mystery, a secret, one you're not privvy to, and never will be. Perhaps you should've done something productive today rather than fellate yourself with delusional comforts. You're always going to keep yourself too mentally weakened and anesthetized to actually obtain this shit you actually want? What a retard, what a weakling, what a waste."

Yeah, it's not a safe world, and people who are worth being around (ie aren't just loudmouth jackasses) are usually not sure it's safe to talk about what they actually care about before getting to know people. Only advice I have is be okay with who you are, relax, and give people time.

[Levi]

I need to write a resignation letter and this is harder than I thought

I wrote one recently, it looked like this:

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February XX, 2019


Dear BLAH,

Please accept this letter as notice that I will be resigning from my position as BLAH for WORKPLACE_BLAH.  My last day of employment will be on BLAH. 

I have very much enjoyed my BLAH years of employment with the WORKPLACE_BLAH and have learned a lot from my time with our excellent team. 

If I can be of any assistance during the transition, please don't hesitate to ask.

I wish you and the WORKPLACE_BLAH the best of luck and much success in the future.

Sincerely,

BLAH

[ChairmanPoo]

I need to write a resignation letter and this is harder than I thought

I wrote one recently, it looked like this:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

February XX, 2019


Dear BLAH,

Please accept this letter as notice that I will be resigning from my position as BLAH for WORKPLACE_BLAH.  My last day of employment will be on BLAH. 

I have very much enjoyed my BLAH years of employment with the WORKPLACE_BLAH and have learned a lot from my time with our excellent team. 

If I can be of any assistance during the transition, please don't hesitate to ask.

I wish you and the WORKPLACE_BLAH the best of luck and much success in the future.

Sincerely,

BLAH

I sent it before this, but it was curiously similar.

Bleh. Unpleasant situation all around

(TL,DR: I went to a new workplace, was misled as to what impact would this make on my odds of getting a permanent post. Did not get it but was expected to cover temporary post until it suited my employers. Decided to call it quits)

[Naxza]

I'm staring at the screen, wondering what to write. Despite having been here for so long, and rattled on about so much, I still struggle with being candid.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I've had a day where I talk to myself more than usual. Not uncommon. I'll play out a really sophisticated scenario in my head, and I'll play out all the characters myself. I'll get to live a fantasy of having friends, be admired and respected, get to feel like I'm smart and successful, talking to women without being a dickless chump, and finally feel like somebody. Then as the day nears its end, I'm snapped out of it, and I remember "Yea... that's not me... not even the people I'm imagining are anyway realistic. Real people are petty and selfish, disgusting and banal, not interested in talking about whatever pretentiously 'intellectual' thing you imagine talking about, barely interested in talking at all... what do people talk about? How do people get close to eachother?... It's an unfathomable mystery, a secret, one you're not privvy to, and never will be. Perhaps you should've done something productive today rather than fellate yourself with delusional comforts. You're always going to keep yourself too mentally weakened and anesthetized to actually obtain this shit you actually want? What a retard, what a weakling, what a waste."

Yeah, it's not a safe world, and people who are worth being around (ie aren't just loudmouth jackasses) are usually not sure it's safe to talk about what they actually care about before getting to know people. Only advice I have is be okay with who you are, relax, and give people time.

I see things in two ways:

* 90% of people are doing their best 90% of the time. That includes you. You're doing your best and that's good. Everyone else is doing their best to get over their struggles and do their best too. Some people want to talk about it, some people don't. Everyone's got happy memories and aspirations and those are good things to talk about. Everyone's got menial tasks or problems and those are good things to commiserate about. They're just people. You're just people. We're just people too.

* You can grow a garden anywhere. Friendships, relationships, business, romance. It takes work, and it takes tending. It won't happen on its own. Everyone's looking for a little connection, and that's your garden plot. Most people willingly offer a little compassion, or at the worst, the benefit of the doubt, and then it starts.

Sometimes your budding connection doesn't take root, and that's fine. 'Can' does not necessarily mean 'will,' but you dust yourself off, determine that you're okay, also that you're okay with yourself, and you start again. Flowery language aside, everyone wants the same things out of other people that you do, and you're just as capable of giving that to them as they are you. You are an inherently valuable human being.

'Sides all that, you've got us, and we value you as you are. I know times are tough now, and I'm sorry about that.


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My own minor sad is as follows:

I'm coming upon a crossroads in the next month or two here- when my contract lapses again in late June, I have to determine if I want to go forward with staying in New Zealand, as work is willing to take the steps to sponsor my visa, though that process usually takes several months. I am, however, far, far from home, and remarkably homesick (it comes it waves). My sister is with child and my parents aren't getting younger, and it would be nice to be involved again with my family. New Zealand is my doorway out of America (not many options for working holidays now, not skilled enough to work international), I like my work, I could have a career in the video game field, something I'd never fathomed being available to me. The wage is enough, but not stellar, and frankly, Auckland blows. I could be happy with my work, but could I be happy here?

If I go home, I could rest my travel-weary soul and start over again. If I stay here, I could live for tomorrow.

It's tough, eh. I'm a little weak-willed and poorly self-motivated, though, so I'd probably end up playing video games too long and pace too much, clutching my head, asking myself what I'm doing with my life or where my direction is. It's certainly happened before, heh.

[Kagus]

I'm guessing the girl isn't making your choice any easier?

[Naxza]

She's a lovely gal, but I can't direct my future around her, and I won't direct hers around mine. Once she gets a few years' experience and pays off her loans, she'll probably look to join the international scene and leave NZ (she's wrapping up her electrical engineering degree this year), which runs perpendicular to my possible future here. I'm counting on happy times now and a happy farewell somewhere along the line. With as finicky as I've been about the stay/go thing, I wouldn't let myself nurture too many delicate emotions, and in the aftermath of my previous heartbreak, I don't know that I'm ready to anyways.

That's a matter I've written a bit about in the past, but hearts mend slowly and have a way of haunting us in hours of weakness or depth of night. They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but that doesn't work so well when you've idealized a mountain of someone, had it all topple around you, and then you have to turn them away because you can't give them the future they need or deserve. It's a mountain I still have to work to stop rebuilding even as I stand in the wreckage of it.

I'm hoping the kiwi gal knows as much and feels similarly about our divergent futures, but getting her to describe her emotions or tell me what she wants, likes, or dislikes, is a bit like pulling teeth. She's an engineer through and through, hahah.