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Goodbye letter to coworkers? My last day of work is nearing and I would like to send a nice goodbye email to my coworkers. Any idea what the email should entail. If you were in my situation, what would you write?

Letter or Poem Idea for Leaving a Job? I am transfering at work to another center and would like to thank my coworkers with a letter or poem. I am also doing those little survival kits for everone but need help with a letter or poem thanking everyone and saying goodbye to post in the office. Please Help

What's the best way to deal with this at the workplace? I have been at my employer for a few years. It is small. I've been dealing with favoritism, office politics and chauvinism. I have a BA. This guy who started last fall did not finish college and they promoted him to a position I should've been considered for. He told my coworker he got a big raise, although he didn't tell her his salary. So at my work it's only guys at the meetings. It's like a 'boys club.' The prez likes having the younger women (20s range) as his 'right arm'. Sup is also like this at times. I want out of this place. It's peeving me so much. I told a friend and coworker that the best way I deal with this unfairness is to treat each day like it's my last (on the job). I interviewed a few weeks ago and am crossing my fingers so I can give my supervisor my resignation letter and say goodbye for good. What advice can you give me to deal with this environment until I move on -- which I hope is soon, like within the next few weeks -- not months down the road. This company has been around for a few decades! I wish I could tell you more. They can be disorganized at times. Oh there's so much MORE to say I could write a book about what I've observed -- ALL the unfairness. It's very corrupt. My friend who resigned last year said when she came to visit she felt a heavy energy. (She's into yoga, energy and spiritual stuff.) I think that's why I've been feeling a lower energy since I started in the early 2000s. I need to be somewhere else! I've had it with my employer! liam d - you sound a little too serious. you haven't quite walked in my shoes! I'm not elevating myself on any platform. Ok, so I guess a BA means nothing? I'm not fresh out of college and deserve BETTER. I've paid my dues. Been there, done that -- almost 5 years. And I'm not claiming any unfairness. But I have a right to think that I'm treated unfairly. Eventually, I'll resign and start anew somewhere else -- a place that values and appreciates employees more than I do where I currently work. Also, I'm not writing a book -- that's just a thought I threw out there to express my frustration with the whole situation. I meant - a place that values and appreciates employees more than THEY do where I currently work. liam d - you said: "Peoples personalities and natural gifts can be more relevant for some work positions than inexperienced scroll holding wannabees." I've been out of college more than a decade. Wannabee? Parents don't spend thousands of dollars for their kids to go to college for nothing! I sat on a classroom chair for 4 years and I should be paid back the value of my education through a worthwhile career! You sound negative. I don't need your advice. I'll go talk to someone who has COMPASSION for what I'm going through. I'm not some scroll wannabee. I've already gotten my degree. If my degree is so *worthless* why did I even waste time in college!?!? I may as well gone to baking school! Lastly I'd like to say -- I'm not some *inexperienced* scroll holding wannabee. I've been in the workforce a long time. BA or no BA it's all about who you know anyway versus experience and THAT is a real tragedy. What if a person is not well-connected? I'm not although I was referred for a position earlier this year -- and this is a first for me -- being referred. This is the job I'm waiting to hear on and am hoping I get it. One last thing -- The sup and prez are power and control hungry. Instead of giving one more work to see what they can do, they withhold. It's a really strange work environment. The management is not the best. Plus, the prez has an abrasive personality. This is one reason I want out of there.

Who Done It: very hard mystery? Detective Wesley carefully examined the scene before him. He was in a hotel room about 3 miles from the victim's home. The victim's body lay in front of him peacefully on the bed. It was January 7th, 3:15 PM, the body was discovered by a hotel maid. The man's name was Sean Donovin. He was in his late twenties, a successful business owner, a Sunday school teacher, and was soon to be married. The detective shook his head in disgust. He whispered to himself, "Why would anyone commit suicide when they had everything going for them?" The detective saw this as suspicious. The only potential suspects would have to be people he trusted. According to testimony from his coworkers and friends, he only trusted 3 people: his sister, Hannah, who was very close with the victim and who often assisted him while he taught at the local church; his brother, John, who owned a smaller, semi-successful business; and his fiance, Jenna. The apparent cause of death was by injection of poison. At least his death was peaceful, the detective thought. The detective continued to search the hotel room, when he stumbled upon a suicide note. It read: Jan 04/2009 4:10 AM My loved ones, Jenna, Sis, John, I would just like to tell you how sorry I am. Blame God for why I am to die today. Blame Him. Seek Him if you want to know why I did leave you. Do not mourn my death. Please move on. Goodbye, Sean The detective saw this letter as somewhat suspicious. His last words were abrupt, almost impersonal. Why would a Sunday school teacher blame God? The body was taken in for medical examination. Days later, the coroner would determine that the body died from a poison which killed instantly. The coroner would also determine that the body was only dead a mere 3 hours before it was discovered. The detective then realized that the date and time used on the note were completely false. All 3 of those mentioned in the letter agreed the handwriting was indeed Sean's. The detective realized that the identity of the murderer was given inside the suicide note. After a thorough examination of the note, Detective Wesley quickly arrested the murderer. Who was it?

I can't deal with this anymore.? It wasn't supposed to be like this. I'm finished. I'm done. I think I'll just exit stage left. I can't deal with this bullshit of life anymore. I'm originally from the East Coast - Maryland, but I'm now living on the West Coast - California. I came out here because I was tired of my parents after high school, so I just left and tried to carve my own path - unsuccessfully. Throughout my life and up to high school since I graduated last year I have been treated like crap. I got no respect whatsoever in school. Every girl I knew rejected me even to go to the Senior Prom. I ended up not going. All my friends went to college, while I didn't. They lived out their dreams. I just ended up coming out here, miles away from an unsatisfactory existence in my old hometown. I thought I'd be happier here, but I'm not. I'll never forget when I told my parents I was driving to California to start a new life. My dad was reading the newspaper, and he was like "ok." And continued. My mom was like "have fun." When I left, they said goodbye. No hugs, no kisses. I've been in California since July of last year. The road trip was fun. I got no phone calls, no letters, no nothing from my parents. I haven't talked to them since I left I guess it was true, they don't like me. Apparently, I heard my grandpa say "Good riddance" and my parents basically said the same thing plus they're glad I'm gone and out of their way. Now, I work for a computer company out here in Silicon Valley, it's alright. I can afford my own apartment and such. I still get treated like crap, even at work. I get disrespected so much by my coworkers. This really beautiful chick I had my eye on for a while rejected me too and told me she was single, but ended up accepting another guy who asked her out after me. Live just continues to suck. It seems like there's nothing good that can come out of life anymore. I look at all these people who have great lives and I just envy them. I never got to have that. I never will. I can't see how some people can be so happy by life. It sucks. It's meaningless. So, I proposed a solution. Since I'm 19, I went and got a gun. It's a really powerful gun. I plan to just obliterate myself with it. Then this crappy life will be over and it will be great. Nonexistence is alot better than trying to survive this hell, day to day. There's no point in living. My parents SURE don't give a damn about me. I have no friends. I have no concrete reason to continue living. I have no hope. I'll just merge a bullet with my brain and then I'll die here, 2000 miles away from home. I don't believe in God anymore either, so don't give me that crap of "I'm going to hell". I stopped believing in God last year. I just felt like I needed to get this off of my chest before the end.

Anyone know someone who is always vindictive? Sorry this is going to be long. I am not a vindictive person. I am actually surprised by the amount of times where I have actually just let things go and always acceped the proverbial "olive branch" when others have done things that I did not like. But I realized over the last couple of years just how vindictive other people can be if you do the same things to them that they are always dishing out. For example, I worked at a store a couple of years ago. There was a coworker who was a bit weird but I always tried to get along with him even though I knew he was weird and I could have probably reported him a couple of times for his behavior and he more than likely could have been fired if I had reported him. So one day, I got angry at another coworker and said something mean and hurtful. I felt guilty about it and intended to apologize to that coworker. But because of the rampant gossip in the workplace, what I said got back to this "weird" coworker. So a couple of days later, I had finally had enough of the weird coworker and I told him that I no longer wanted to talk to him. So he accuses me of being "hard to get along with". I then told him that he was always hard to get along. Well, he got angry because I accused him of the same thing that he was accusing of me. Well, because the store was small, everyone else in the store heard the confrontation. Another coworker took the weird coworkers side and made a comment about me. I had basically had enough of all the crap, so I went to the supervisor to tell her that I was done with the job. I had basically gotten sick and tired of the negative working environment. So the weird coworker, who happened to be nearby basically dismisssed me, saying "Goodbye. Leave." So I replied by saying that "You should have been gone a long time ago", because he had been fired and rehired on two previous occasions. Well after I said what I said, the guy tried to physically attack me because he felt like he had more power in the situation. Well, I left the store after that. A few months later, I started to think about all of his bad behaviors that I had tolerated. There was one situation where he literally pointed his finger at me and started a screaming match with me (this is when I was still working at the store), I could have reported him for that. So a few months after quitting the job, I was still angry about the whole situation. I felt like getting a little revenge so I wrote a letter to my old employer and let them know about this weird coworkers bad behavior, things that he had said and done, how he thought that he was the one running the show, and how manipulative he was. I figured that since they had fired him twice before for infractions, that this was sure to go over real well and they would probably fire him again because alot of the stuff that I wrote about him was stuff that they had no idea about. They pretty much viewed him as the "ideal" employee because of his "helpful" attitude...more like controlling. Has anyone ever dished the dirt on someone who was so self-righteous and "evil".

Should I write a thank you letter to the CEO after being let go? I have recently (as of the end of last week) been let go from my job of 3 years (for various reasons). I left on good terms with my boss and co-workers. I was able to say goodbye and thanks to my boss, but I want to thank the CEO for the opportunity I was given even though it did not work out in the end, but I learned a lot from working with the company. About 6 months ago he visited our site to have dinner with my boss, coworker and his wife, and me and my husband. During that dinner I got to know him more and I don't want that bridge to burn. Is it appropriate at this point to send the CEO a thank you email or letter expressing my appreciation or just move on?

How is this piece of writing? It's pretty long so I'll just put the first couple of paragraphs. If you want more tell me :) Harvey Edelman, age thirty-four and counting, his once-attractive face now adorned with a hobo-signature salt-and-pepper beard and weather beaten ruddy skin, sat against the wall of Café Figaro smoking a cigarette. It wasn’t a very good cigarette, Harvey thought absently. The smoke in it was weak and ashes were getting all over the ground. He briefly dreamed up a wildly imaginative story in which New York burned to the ground from his cigarette spark and started to chuckle, but he choked on a puff of smoke and his fantasy quickly ended. He always did have a good imagination. He remembered sitting in high school Freshman English, writing mildly decent love poetry while he stared wistfully at Meredith Greene. He had known her for so long, been in love with her for so long. Borrowed notebook paper from her at Omaha Middle, scribbled Meredith Edelman on his notebooks at Omaha High, stalked her from the minute her family moved in across from his, the summer of 8th grade. Gazed at her as she danced with William Newport at the Senior Prom while he lamely ladled spiked punch into happy couple’s plastic cups. Thought that maybe on the last day of school, he would tell her, and they would kiss and date and get married and live happily ever after. But he never told her. He had never even said goodbye to her. He had lost his nerve, had chickened out, and had watched her BMW squeal a sick kind of goodbye as it pulled out of her garage for that last time. And that was it. By this time, she had graduated from Columbia and probably married that pretentious shit Benedict. And he had still come. At first, it had seemed like a dream. He felt as if he was watching someone else put the Stanford acceptance letter through the paper shredder, pack a duffle, take a credit card out of his father’s wallet, fly to New York, and wander around the Columbia campus every day looking for Meredith while he stayed in a shitty hotel in Harlem. After the credit card had reached its limit, he got a job at a used bookstore. He held that for a while and gave up on her, but four months after he had started he heard from a coworker that a semi-famous model named Meredith went to get coffee every day at a place called Café Figaro in Greenwich Village and he had quit right then and there. Harvey had been sitting outside of the Café all day and all night waiting for her. He never saw her. Once, he thought he had and almost had a heart attack, but he had hadn’t seen her dimpled grin, heard her pitchy voice, or smelled her sandalwood perfume since the last day of school. He realized her appearance could have changed considerably (after all, she was a model now), but he was confident he could spot her a mile away. Nobody else had that shade of hair, so blonde it was almost white. Natural, too. So he had been sitting against this wall, waiting for her, for more than thirteen years with no reward. So what? He hadn’t gotten close, but he had gotten his cigar. Cigarette, actually. He knew it was a filthy habit, but most models smoked, so wouldn’t Meredith like the fact he smoked? Besides, the wall was a great place for creative inspiration. He had painted his first sign after instead of change, a passing art major from NYU had tossed him leftover supplies from his backpack: black paint and some manila paper. A lot of times he didn’t have paper. That was fine. When that happened, he used cardboard from the trash can. But he always had paint. People gave him paint, and not the kiddie kind you buy at Hobby Lobby for a dollar. The real deal, the stuff that came from ostentatious stationary shops near Central Park. Because he was Harvey the Hobo, Harvey the Hobo Poet. He knew his nicknames, knew he had a Wikipedia entry somewhere on the web, knew he had become a symbol of “Oh those crazy New Yorkers” just like the Naked Cowboy. But he willingly posed for pictures with tourists, willingly chatted with the college students, willingly painted sign after sign. He liked to think of the signs as his therapy, as his way of getting out his frustration with the world. He had realized a long time ago the world was just plain shit. He liked to think of himself as enlightened. It made him feel accomplished, like he had joined the ranks of Da Vinci and Socrates. Maybe he had, in his way. Wouldn’t that be something. To Bella- Glad you liked it! Yes, it's part of a bigger story. Much bigger. That part was just a paragraph of a chapter of a novel! Yeah...he is a very lonely dude. But he's a cool character. I'm having fun with him haha. Constructive criticism, please. That last comment was SO uncalled for. I'm a young author. Sorry if you didn't like it, but keep comments about subjects you don't know a thing about to yourself. Jesus Christ that was rude. asshole.

Is there still a chance? Here is my story I met my ex back in sept from online, we had an instant connection and we were together the next day. Things were well with the occasional spat that couples had. He made the decision to move in with me and January and we bagan looking for a house together. Come the end of that month I started a second job so our time was limited together so that put some stress not only on me but us as a couple. Anytime we would fight I would ask if there was anything i could do to change and what not and he was say no you are exactly what i need in life. Come March this month the first week we fought our stupid fights off and on for a week. it was either about him not making enough time for me or me having a breakdown over me not being able to lose weight. Friday the 5th we had a little argument over him taking an hour to go get something from the store. We made up and went to bed just fine. He worked saturday morning so he got up like usual and said goodbye like he usually does and said I love you. I woke up and noticed all of his stuff gone. I immediately did what i wasn't supposed and to paniced I called saying i was going to his work. I get there he said he was trying to fix us and it was a mistake to leave. He was sorry and that i was the one for him. I said we needed to talk that night. All day he wouldn't answer my text like he normally does. SO that evening I meet him at his work so we could go somewhere to talk, we go to my house but as soon as i get in the car he takes off not saying a word. I then go to his parents house cause i was so worried about him. They said they hadn't heard from him in a while. I went and found friends on his facebook to contact because he said i could look at his stuff anytime. Mind you i never looked before because I never had a reason, on there I noticed he had been chatting with a girl out of state from a dating site for 2 weeks. I found a number and I warned her he had had a girlfriend and she sent back they had been talking a week but she was trying to get it to stop for a few days since. Sunday rolled around he started having his coworker mess with me by saying they were in a relationship and i was a hag and all this stuff. Monday I had to take the day off work cause I couldn't get out of bed. After speaking with a Physician's assisstant at work she advised maybe I go to his school and try and speak with him when he isn't in class. So i went but he avoided me so i went to his house to speak to him. He spoke with me saying his coworker was messing with me they weren't dating and that he was unhappy, i belittled him, and that he fell out of love in a few days. He explained that he felt he shouldn't be with anyone at that point and he have no spoken since. I have written a letter and should be received today. I do realize i did belittle him and apologized for letting it happen. And apologized for going crazy after he left. I want to speak to him very badly per I have a lot going on in my life that he was supporting me with. I am so afraid he'll find someone quick to be with because he is used to short term relationships. I feel maybe because I wasn't rushing him like past girlfriends did that maybe that scared him into thinking I didn't care. I never mistrusted him a single day in our relationship. We were looking for houses to have a future together. he took care of my puppy with me even calling himself her dad. I am worried cause I know he won't answer my calls right now unless i make up an emergency or something. I guess I'm asking for advice. I want to go the 30 days no contact but I have major anxiety with this that its hard to get out of bed cause I fear the unknown. I cry uncontrollable and can't stop at times. I have started anxiety medication but it makes me feel worse at times. I truely love him and do feel I can trust him again. He never physically acted out any of the cheating and it was only electronical. basically my boyfriend left when i was sleeping because he said he was unhappy, fell out of love overnight and i belittled him when i was stressed. we were looking for a house just days before. I am asking for help with my boyfriend situation not anxiety cause i know i have that. I want to know if i should try and call him but not sure if he'll even answer.

Goodbye letter to coworkers? I have been a summer student for this company,and I'm going back to school in September even thought I didn't meet alot of people here, there are a few people in my department that i will like to say good bye to and thank them for their help..some of them are on holidays(so I can not say goodbye in person)...also I'd like to say that I'd like to come back once I have finish my studies..any ideas on how to write this letter, I want to keep it short and sweet. thanks Did I mentioned i am a student? yea I dont have money to buy prsents or treats...I am saving to pay my tuition...