Commuting Suicide: Volume XIII
Since our little logo contest, I’ve gotten a surprising amount of e-mail from readers. OK, five e-mails. But still, surprising. One of the e-mails included an especially intriguing passage:
“i’m quitting my job. can you help me write a good good-bye message to my coworkers?”
Since I myself just completed the highly underrated Two-Weeks-Notice period, I felt compelled to help. After trading emails, we crafted a few paragraphs his colleagues won’t soon forget.
A lot has changed since I came on board in December of ‘03. Back then, a monthly Metrocard cost $70. The war in Iraq was spinning dangerously out of control. And this company was an unprofitable black hole, where morale was low and career development nonexistent.
Today, a monthly Metrocard costs $76.
Let me thank a few people. First, Maureen, the Director of Human Resources at my new company, for handing me that offer letter.
Actually, I’m good on thanking people.
Someone asked me why I would leave now. “We’re turning this ship around,” I was told. I have to respectfully disagree. This ship is not only not turning around, we’ve been swimming around its sunken carcass for the last eight months.
Let your severance packages be fruitful.
I’m posting this here to encourage more questions. Just email me. I’ve got time.
[Originally posted March 23, 2006.]