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From: Chenque
To: Blog da Rua (ruanoblog@gmail.com)
Cc: Eu, eu mesmo (eu_eumesmo@esquizofrenico.com)
Cco: e Irene (oi_irene @esquizofrenico.com)
Sent: Tuesday, January 15th, 2008 08:25:08 PM
Subject: Até nunca mais, Rua!
Dear Rueiro Verde,
I'm writing you this email because I think my time working at Rua has come to an end. When it comes to the work environment at Rua, I would compare it to the quality of air inside a portable toilet on a construction site; any logical human being would conclude that it's time for me to open the door and get some fresh air before I suffocate. Do you realize how boring my job is? Sometimes, when no one's looking, I pull out a little paint container I keep in my pocket and put a dab on the wall nearby. Watching that paint dry is my excitement for the work day. I worry that, should anything actually interesting occur while at work, I might have a heart attack from the excitement. No thanks. Part of the reason for my decision to leave is that my coworkers are really difficult to get along with. I'm not a big fan of that. A wise man once said "What is that? Smells like a turd covered in burnt hair." I have a feeling he used to work with some of the people who work at Rua, because they really stink. There's a rumor going around that you've been having serious bouts of constipation this week. Whether it's true or not, the fact is that people here are gossip addicts. And you know those cheerful smiles you get from your employees? It's a sham. They're a bunch of suck-ups. Ass-kissers. Brown-nosers.
Based on your case, Rueiro Verde, it seems that it's official Rua policy to pay more money as you rise through the ranks yet work less than those below you. What's up with that? Also, you react way too harshly to minor little things at work. Quit crying over spilled milk and grow up!
You know what the difference is between sexist men like you and government bonds? Bonds mature. I also want you to know that you are a horrible boss and it is clear that you are made of pure evil.
See you in hell,
chenque
P.S. Not only are you a bad boss, you're ugly too! Sure sucks to be you.
Se você também quer dizer ao seu chefe que o financiamento da barraquinha de pastel finalmente saiu, acesse o site http://quitmyjobemail.com/ e escreva um e-mail de demissão para ele.
Obrigado ao Tutu Fujii, nosso fotógrafo particular, rueiro desde nascença e mentor espiritual do Blog da Rua - ah, obrigado também a quem passou esse link ao Tutu (e também a quem repassou, e também...)
From: Chenque
Dear Rueiro Verde,
I'm writing you this email because I think my time working at Rua has come to an end. When it comes to the work environment at Rua, I would compare it to the quality of air inside a portable toilet on a construction site; any logical human being would conclude that it's time for me to open the door and get some fresh air before I suffocate. Do you realize how boring my job is? Sometimes, when no one's looking, I pull out a little paint container I keep in my pocket and put a dab on the wall nearby. Watching that paint dry is my excitement for the work day. I worry that, should anything actually interesting occur while at work, I might have a heart attack from the excitement. No thanks. Part of the reason for my decision to leave is that my coworkers are really difficult to get along with. I'm not a big fan of that. A wise man once said "What is that? Smells like a turd covered in burnt hair." I have a feeling he used to work with some of the people who work at Rua, because they really stink. There's a rumor going around that you've been having serious bouts of constipation this week. Whether it's true or not, the fact is that people here are gossip addicts. And you know those cheerful smiles you get from your employees? It's a sham. They're a bunch of suck-ups. Ass-kissers. Brown-nosers.
Based on your case, Rueiro Verde, it seems that it's official Rua policy to pay more money as you rise through the ranks yet work less than those below you. What's up with that? Also, you react way too harshly to minor little things at work. Quit crying over spilled milk and grow up!
You know what the difference is between sexist men like you and government bonds? Bonds mature. I also want you to know that you are a horrible boss and it is clear that you are made of pure evil.
See you in hell,
chenque
P.S. Not only are you a bad boss, you're ugly too! Sure sucks to be you.
Se você também quer dizer ao seu chefe que o financiamento da barraquinha de pastel finalmente saiu, acesse o site http://quitmyjobemail.com/ e escreva um e-mail de demissão para ele.
Obrigado ao Tutu Fujii, nosso fotógrafo particular, rueiro desde nascença e mentor espiritual do Blog da Rua - ah, obrigado também a quem passou esse link ao Tutu (e também a quem repassou, e também...)
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