"Actual" letter of resignation from an employee at Zantex Computers, USA, to
her boss, who apparently resigned very soon afterwards.
Dear Mr. Baker,
As a graduate of an institution of higher education, I have a few very basic
expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an
intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel.
After your consistent and annoying harassment of my coworkers and me during
the commission of our duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the
true genetic wastes of our time.
Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every little nuance of
everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a
waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen. I was hired because I
know how to network computer systems, and you were apparently hired to
provide amusement to myself and other employees, who watch you vainly
attempt to understand the concept of "cut and paste" for the hundredth time.
You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as
binary still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why
people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you, even though I
am sure this will be just as effective as telling you what an IP is.
Your shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever will. Managers like
you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle. Since this situation is
unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy reversal, I
am forced to tender my resignation, however I have a few parting thoughts.
1. When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal for you
to give me a bad recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is "I
prefer not to comment." I will have friends randomly call you over the next
couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do
it on your own.
2. I have all the passwords to every account on the system, and I know every
password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute,
I am going to publish your "favorites list", which I conveniently saved when
you made me "back up" your useless files. I do believe that terms like
"Lolita" are not usually viewed favorably by the administration.
3. When you borrowed the digital camera to "take pictures of your Mother's
birthday," you neglected to mention that you were going to take pictures of
yourself in the mirror nude. Then you forgot to erase them like the
techno-moron you really are. Suffice it to say I have never seen such acts
with a sauce bottle, but I assure you that those have been copied and kept
in safe places pending the authoring of a glowing letter of recommendation.
(Try to use spell check please; I hate correcting your mistakes.)
I expect the letter of recommendation on my desk by 8:00 am tomorrow. One
word of this to anybody, and all of your little twisted obsessions will be
open to the public. Never f uck with your systems administrator.
Wishing you a grand and glorious day,
Cecelia
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