The email to HR that I just knew would get me fired

29JAN2022; 0042, SAT

Praying y'all are well and whatnot, Mrs. [Redacted]. Especially the young man who's unfortunately dealing with that family emergency.

May him and his Loved ones be comforted, protected, and/or healed; post haste. I apologize again for my deplorable memory.

Now, I have a sneaking suspicion that I regrettably couldn't recall his name with even the most tremendous of hints. I fear that this "might could" be a direct result of what was, at the very least, "A Decade Under the Influence".

Random: I had not even the foggiest of notions that the personally fav band in my all-too brief adolescence, Taking Back Sunday, taxed that song title from a docufilm.

It was released the year prior to the album featuring the aforementioned track. Thankfully, I've been flying straight as an arrow since no later than the birth of my youngest "Human Resource".

That's how my fav, as well as "the best podcast in the universe" (aka the No Agenda show), refers to posterity (re: future generations). We're talking at least four years without a single sip of alcohol.

Save the occasional near beer; which plainly features "Alcohol Free" on the label of every bottle. In all fairness however, I'm fairly certain that almost every combat Vet of the ostensibly noble GWOT (Global War on Terror) has, at some point or another, battled severely with substance abuse.

Especially the Vets who're dealing with survivors guilt and/or "shell shock", as it used to be called. For the record: I agree wholeheartedly with the late, great George Carlin.

He minced no words in his opinion that "PTSD" direly needs to be rebranded back to the synonym just prev. mentioned. We, as a Nation, are doing myself; my Battle Buddies; and Warriors everywhere a nearly odious disservice by allowing corrupt politicians to pigeonhole us with their desired language (IMHO [In My Humble Opinion]).

Nevermind the all but completely unjust/undesirable debacles of (self-interest serving) "conflicts" that they send, oftentimes impoverished, Americans (whom they'll never meet) into. This is for what these, usually, career legislators arguably consider to be a "vital culling of the herd".

C'est la vie, n'est-ce pas ? "That's life, isn't it?"

Full disclosure: I only know that French phrase thx to my Lovely Lady. She was practically raised in Belgium.

Please don't ask me how to pronounce that adage adequately (haha)!

I know a smidge of Spanish; and take lessons on my phone somewhat regularly. Fortunately for the awesome app, this infrequent practicing is despite the fact I'm paying for them with incredulous regularity.

Prayerfully, I'll be fluent in the most popular Latin American language by approx this time next year regardless. At any rate, 42T (trillion [42,000,000,000,000]) thx for attempting to assist me in the matter of my employment status with the catalyst for excellence that is [Redacted].

Also, I'm immensely appreciative to you for enduring thru this blog post of an email. I somehow managed to only just now realize that I likely didn't hear back from you today due to the incredibly inconvenient inclement weather.

General obliviousness notwithstanding, I sincerely pray that you, I, and the rest of humanity discover a method of thriving together. Ideally, before too much more sand erodes thru to the bottom of the hourglass.

That is to say, in spite of the "panini" currently ravaging the world. Lest we forget what's debatably The Great Inflation II (or 2.0); foreshadowing what'll feasibly be known as The Crisis.

For the sake of sounding ignorant: Slightly esoteric, tho expert, economists have been prognosticating (forewarning) about how The Great Recession was infinitely more like kicking a can down the road. Which is in stark contrast to the miraculous dodging of a lone, errant bullet, that certain "leaders" would much prefer we believe said event was.

A couple of these "contrarians' contrarians" reportedly risking everything to "actually factually" school us on basic economics are Mr. Harry S. Dent and Mr. Peter Schiff. They're quite simply far from perfect.

A tad bit ironic,!coming from someone who unquestionably "lives in a glasshouse". Nonetheless, their analyses are generally spot on (IMHO).

In closing, you're undoubtedly the most superb Mrs. [Redacted] to ever work in an HR (Human Resources) capacity. That's self-evidently since the dawn of corporate America, far as I'm concerned.

The faintest feasibility of there ever being a worthy comparison is minuscule, at best. "I'm willing to die on this hill"; haha!

Seriously tho, looking forward to more correspondence from you at your earliest convenience, Ma'am. Until then, Godspeed; God Bless; and God keep you.

Very respectfully,

D. [Redacted], SGT, U.S. Army (Ret.).

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Two R's in my name. Same account, undoubtedly.



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