220 Resignation Letter: a Template for When Needed

Sir:

I humbly enter the anteroom of your attention span, hat in hand; but it is no longer a cry for help but a resignation. Thus, this letter will serve to give notice to a man who notices nothing beyond his myopic purview or his protoscopic worldview.

Thanks for making my difficult life a little harder. You are an automaton functionary whose decisions are arbitrary, capricious, and devoid of any humanism. Each of your decisions is engendered by one of three possibilities:

Three neurons synapsed--one inflammatory, another refractory, and the other inhibitory.

Two neurons synapsed--held together by a spirochete.

One neuron reached its passive-aggressive action potential in programmed cell death.

You perch yourself in your cubicle and pontificate into the aether without the slightest conscience or ethical sensibility.

After a full rendering of my circumstances, you still decided to punch out the most convenient disposition, then just go off on your little day with no insight into the chain of untoward repercussions you've initiated.

Therefrom, my problems continue, thanks to you, while you just check off another box in anticipation of the next hapless victim in your bureaucratic timeline that, by the way, only pursues an ultimate pension as its reason to be. Your management is merely sleight-of-hand card-shuffling. Meanwhile, your ruinous rulings are snap judgments, and then you play territorial bulldog against any appeals of reason; then you play nine holes of golf.

Would it kill you to just say yes? No, it wouldn't. It would go nowhere except to the family it would help.

You're an angry, little pip of a person, in a position of power, doing your job carelessly and immorally in the boxes you check. I have to wonder--just who raised you to be someone like that? Maybe I should be contacting them? Or my attorney should?

I could call you many names, but I'm sure you've heard them all before. Just listen to your last hundred voicemails or so, if you've forgotten. Then go off to lunch with your other willy-nilly automatons and then on to your little grayscale life riding the black-and-white authority you wield in an otherwise technicolor world.

Oh, and fuck you. Much stronger letter to follow.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES:

For Wednesday, August 7, Day 220 of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge

366 WORDS (without A/N)

Accompaniment photos were AI-generated but the rock was not.

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THIS CHALLENGE GRINDS ON, 366 WORDS AT A TIME...

There are currently three surviving prolific, pathetic, and copacetic Vocal writers still participating in the insane, inane, Spokane 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge:

• L.C. Schäfer, challenge originator

• Rachel Deeming (challenge participant)

• Gerard DiLeo (Bulbous Actuator, 4th Class, which is pretty scary when you think about it)

Read them. Support them. Don't live in a glass house. I'm talkin' to you, there, with that stone!