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[A] Management [refusing to write me a letter of recommendation --after roughly two years of bleeding hands and wet shoes, in exchange for an opportunity to witness how a fast paced restaurant functions, eventually my first love story, the weekly glimpse into The Heart of Saturday Night via your leaving the town in the keeping of the neo slaves sweeping up The Ghosts of Saturday Night, and of course the "heart of gold" awarded to me by a forty eight year old dish washer slash garbage man for being the only constant to give him the respect he Goddamned well deserves-- because I was offended by, and eventually hurt the feelings of, some valley-girl-trash that never entertained the idea of an interaction with me until she spied an opportunity to treat me like the garbage I take out for her in the process of my extending an invitation of friendship to another co-worker acquaintance],
I want you all to know this was as good as a second family away from home to me and I’m grateful for everything you’ve taught me about the service industry. You’re employing the personification of integrity in Sammy, and I’m proud to list you as a dish-washing reference. All minds are different, so logic tells us there could be a possibility that they learn/perform in different ways. And no, that’s not Nietzsche. I feel I’ve given ample explanation for how mine works and how well I can perform when said variables are taken into consideration. I’ve always understood, roughly, how your establishment operates and I realize a restaurant with this capacity works more by numbers than work ethic. I enjoy doing a good job. If it’s not in your best interest to supply a week’s training in new positions, then there’s no reason I should stress the idea. If there is one thing keeping my mind grounded outside of the arts, it’s the extremely gratifying satisfaction found in being utilized and appreciated on a tangible level. A paycheck is also somewhat accommodating. But Unfortunately, I’ve recently been experiencing a looming dread in the reluctant realization that there is a thin line between appreciation and exploitation. And I realize it’s nobody’s fault, really.
I wish you all profoundly beautiful lives. In regards to my lack of motivation here, mine has become a joke that, ironically enough, I laugh at more than others. Maybe you’ll get a good laugh after reading this, yourselves.
P.S. - I hope you realize the amazing individuals you employ. If I’ve helped any one of them feel a slight more exceptional between taking out your garbage and walks home smelling like vomit, then those bus pans were worth their weight in gold. I’ll miss working with more than a few of you.
I, [One Millionth] Joseph (Joe, Joey, Josey Wales, Joe Blow, Joeby Scoeby, Joe Young, Jizzoe, The Joe, Jazzy Joe, cool Joe, Yoseph…etc.), officially announce my two-week notification for resignation. It was an absolute pleasure.
Sincerely, and with an aspiring perpetual genuineness,
[One Millionth] Joseph
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That’s the last time I tell a loyal subject of my occupation’s regal management to “go kick a homeless person in the face.” Regardless of whether or not it is outside the work place.
That’s the last time I tell a loyal subject of my occupation’s regal management to “go kick a homeless person in the face.” Regardless of whether or not it is outside the work place.
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I'll see them in the rapture.
