This is an actual leaving email written by a lad in a Big Four accountancy firm (not the one I work for). Some of you may have seen it before
My leaving letter:
Dear Co-Workers,
As many of you probably know, tommorw is my last day. But before I
leave, I wanted to take this opportunity to let you know what a great
and distinct pleasure it has been to type “Tommorow is my last day.”
For nearly as long as I’ve worked here, I’ve hoped that I might one
day leave this company. And now that this dream has become a reality,
please know that I could not have reached this goal without your
unending lack of support. Words cannot express my gratitude for the
words of gratitude you did not express.
I would especially like to thank all of my managers: in an age where
miscommunication is all too common, you consistently impressed and
inspired me with the sheer magnitude of your misinformation. It takes a
strong man to admit his mistake - it takes a stronger man to attribute
his mistake to me.
Over the year and a half, you have taught me more than I could ever
ask for and, in most cases, ever did ask for. I have been fortunate
enough to work with some absolutely interchangeable supervisors on a
wide variety of seemingly identical projects - an invaluable lesson in
overcoming daily tedium in overcoming daily tedium in overcoming daily
tedium.Your demands were high and your patience short, but I take great
solace knowing that my work was, as stated on my annual review, “mostly
satisfactory.” That is the type of praise that sends a man home happy
after even a 10 hour day, smiling his way through half a bottle of
mostly satisfactory scotch.And to most of my peers: even though we barely acknowledged each other
within these office walls, I hope that in the future, should we pass on
the street, you will regard me the same way as I regard you:
sans eye contact.But to those few souls with whom I’ve actually interacted, here are my
personalized notes of farewell:To Caulfield: I will always remember sharing lunch with you, despite
having clearly labeled it with my name.To Mairead: I will miss detecting your flatulence as much as you will
clearly miss walking past my cubicle to deliver it.To Linda: Best wishes on your ongoing campaign to popularize these
“email forwards.” I sincerely hope you receive that weekend full of
good luck, that hug from an old friend, and that baby for your dusty
womb.And finally, to Kat: you were right - I tested positive. We’ll talk
later.So, in parting, if I could pass on any word of advice to the
individual who will soon be filling my position, it would be to cherish
this experience like a sponge and soak it up like a good woman, because
a job opportunity like this comes along only once in a lifetime.Meaning: if I had to work here again in this lifetime, I would sooner
kill myself.Very truly yours,
PS: I will be throwing myself a happy hour farewell party at the Oden
5.30 tommorow evening if anybody is interested in drinks!