shrift: You write up a two-line letter to your boss that says you are resigning, effective on X date. Then you panic for a little while and finally walk it into your boss's office and tell them you're leaving. Then you feel an ENORMOUS FUCKING SENSE OF RELIEF. Then you have booze at lunch.
Two by two, hands of blue. Two by two, hands of blue.
River ,'Ariel'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Mar 28, 2006 8:31:05 am PST #6674 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
§ ita § - Mar 28, 2006 8:31:33 am PST #6675 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm realizing that I've never given notice at a real job. I don't know how it's done!
Both times I did, I just walked into my boss's office and said I was quitting. They both sent me back to write a letter to that effect--by the second one, I'd written the letter before going to talk to her, so I just presented it to her.
The letter was very simple: To t lovelyboss --I hereby give notice on this day t whatever that I quit and t insertdetailsaboutnoticehere
Trudy Booth - Mar 28, 2006 8:31:53 am PST #6676 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I never had any idea that the bouquet was linked to virginity. One lives, one learns.
The whole thing is a public, well, deflowering.
Now that her chastity has been bought and paid for (and he's undressed her a little in front of everybody) she hands off her virginity to her friends. Then one of his friends gets to cop a feel too and maybe bouquet catcher will be the next lucky girl.
Steph L. - Mar 28, 2006 8:32:10 am PST #6677 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Even the garter toss-doesn't bother me in the least. I didn't know what it symbolised--I just thought it was funny.
The garter toss *does* bug me, but not on any symbolic level; it's the very literal act of removing an undergarment from your brand-new wife *in front of a crowd* and then throwing the undergarment to a pack of guys.
Um, no. Not unless I get to make my husband strip in front of the crowd and then take off his undergarments.
tommyrot - Mar 28, 2006 8:32:14 am PST #6678 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I'm realizing that I've never given notice at a real job. I don't know how it's done!
Walk into your boss's office, say, "I quit from thee, I quit from thee, I quit from thee," and then dump potato salad on his shoes.
Nutty - Mar 28, 2006 8:32:43 am PST #6679 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I was talking over weddings with Flatmate the other day, and I'm convinced that the vast majority of wedding tradition is scam city. Her parents are going to be shelling out $30,000 for an affair that is by no stretch of the imagination lavish.
I was like, Hey. I will bake the cake, the minister up the street can do the marrying parts, and we can party in the back yard, and then the day after you get married you can make an offer on a house.
It has been said that I'm not one to stand on ceremony.
DavidS - Mar 28, 2006 8:33:03 am PST #6680 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm realizing that I've never given notice at a real job. I don't know how it's done!
Take this job and shove it! I ain't working here no more.
brenda m - Mar 28, 2006 8:33:05 am PST #6681 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Um, no. Not unless I get to make my husband strip in front of the crowd and then take off his undergarments.
Which I would totally support you in, should you decide to go that route (or the marriage route at all) one day. IJS.
Nicole - Mar 28, 2006 8:34:06 am PST #6682 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
Walk into your boss's office, say, "I quit from thee, I quit from thee, I quit from thee," and then dump potato salad on his shoes.
Ding Ding Ding
We have a winner!
Ginger - Mar 28, 2006 8:34:39 am PST #6683 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Walk into your boss's office, say, "I quit from thee, I quit from thee, I quit from thee," and then dump potato salad on his shoes.
Potato salad with mayonnaise or vinegar dressing?