April 07, 2003
Dear former employer
- I know that the coffee in the break room costs 25 cents, but I have never paid it. The first day I was here D gave me the tour and pointed to the coffee pots and said: "25 cents, honor system" and I thought "fuck that shit" and I like to think of myself as a man of my word so I have kept my promise. By my calculations I owe you well over 50 bucks; come and get it.
- This was the first time that I ever took lemons and made lemonade. When I first started working here I hated it and normally in that situation I run to greener pastures, but I didn't this time and I grew and dealt with it. I earned respect from a tough situation, and for that reason it is tough to leave.
- Sometimes I would come in late and there was no coffee, so I made some myself. Apparently I have some sort of measuring redardation because it never tasted quite right. To whoever normally made coffee - crazy mad props - it was awesome. I once came in at 6 and waited around for you to show so I could thank you, but I was disappointed. Perhaps you were a tasty coffee ninja, poised on the ceiling waiting for a quiet moment when you could reach down and measure out the perfect amount of freshly ground coffee to begin our day with. Thanks, coffee ninja.
- A few months ago I thought that it would be easy to leave; a couple of people here drive me crazy and I thought that getting away from them would be great. Now that everyone knows I am leaving I realize that they liked me and are just assholes to everyone. Live and learn. It is still hard to leave.
- Somebody just came up to me in the hall, one of the hardware designers who I never really worked with directly, and wished me well. He said that being close to your family is important and that we were doing the right thing. He said that he knew the area that we were moving to and that it was very nice. He wished me well. This is exactly what I needed to hear and touched me that he was so nice to somebody that he barely knew. I hope that at my future job the culture is such that this sort of thing happens.
April 7, 2003 03:57 PM