Dear Human Resources,
This is my letter of resignation.
Michael Kraus
I carefully place my personal items into my high school backpack and say my "goodbyes." One last brownie from my
going away party,
grab my beat up boombox, and now I'm on my own.
I need to get away. Disconnect from the phones, email, and drama. The tip of my tongue is numb from biting it all the time. Trying to hold back when someone is panicking about some false crisis. Having to constantly "talk people off the ledge" over something that should be fun. It's not
fun or even bearable anymore and that's why I quit.
This wasn't planned. In this economy, I expect to be unemployed for a while (not necessarily a bad thing). So, I'm going to take it easy. With that said, I've gotta get outta here for a bit. There's too much noise and disappointment. My first order of non-business, now that I'm recklessly free, is to head up to the
woods and
beaches of northern Michigan and grab myself a piece of sanity.
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