The best I have had were at a Columbian restaurant in Long Island City, Queens. I don't even know the name of the place or how to get there though. It's a small little diner-type place. My friend always drives us there and I'm usually playing with the radio or making his daughter cry at the time, so I'm never paying attention to the route or the area.
I'll look into a Manhattan connection though. It would be nice to find something good here.
ehBeth wrote:nimh wrote:Guess I'll just have to keep moving east to (avoid/refuse) it all. Till I hit Japan if need be.
and where do you think it came from to start with? Japan.
Yeah Ill be stuck in bloody Vladivostok. Bound to happen some day.
whatever work they give you for the rest of the week, see if you can dump it in someone else's lap.
preferably someone you despise.
i remember my last day at job i cared about: i was late to my last lunch bcos i was trying to finish something -- what was i thinking???
DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU...
Which also remind me of my first day at a lab, now internationally famous, where I was recruited to start the major test section...
I knew some of the people and it was a small group, so on my first day, they took me out to lunch for my birthday, with one person staying to hold the fort.
Well, all hell broke loose when we got back an hour and, oh, say, half, later, lunches being an hour (there was hardly any work at that point in the business). Mr. Rage. That set the tone. He would rage every so often, often firing folks who had stood by him. I declined to be the lab manager there as the place grew. I only caught the edge of the fury one other time in five years (snarl). T'was what got me out of lab work - not that time that it glanced by me, but the general atmosphere.
Edit to say I loved research lab medicine, my job before that one. Any job depends on the people...
Region Philbis wrote:i remember my last day at job i cared about: i was late to my last lunch bcos i was trying to finish something -- what was i thinking???
DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU...
Ack. I gotta admit that when I left my last job, the day before my last, I kept on working and working till some ungodly hour in the AM. On my very last day, I'd made sure to have A. come pick me up at 10 to go have a drink somewhere, so at least I'd get out of the place.
maybe its subliminal, but its almost like they make you feel guilty that you're leaving them...
Nobody made me feel guilty but myself, and there was a lot of that. Took me a long time to extract myself from my last job, worked a lot of extra weekends. Part of the problem was that I'd built the position from the ground up, and a whole lot of what I did was in my own head and not documented. (I wuz the boss.) So I had to document, document, document for the new person coming in. And sat there and sobbed when I realized I was done and I was walking out the door forever. :-(
Everyone should be so lucky as to have a job they love so much, I guess.
Okay, I wanted to keep my leaving a secret, but it had come to my attention that everyone knew already, so I figured I'd make it official. So I wrote and sent the following e-mail to everyone last night.
I have submitted my resignation from JPMorgan. My last day is this friday. So there. Now it's official, and you can all discuss the best way to publicly observe the occasion--the departure of a living legend; a man of unsurpassed sophistication, style and grace; a man who you've all looked up to as the quintessential ideal of how to properly behave in a corporate environment; a wise man; an incredibly good-looking and intelligent man; a man with good hygiene; a modest man; a man without whom all your future days will be just a little less sunny...and although I realize that it will be unimaginably sad for you all when I leave, please, I ask one favor of you...do not shed a tear when I go. Just buy me loads and loads of booze.
Heeheehee...
That's hilarious! I hope you get lots of booze.
when our old supervisor changed jobs a few years back, he wrote a farewell e-mail which stated, among other things,
[b]"You are the company's biggest asses."[/b]
someone alerted him to the typo, and he immediately sent out a corrected version.
to this day we're not sure if it was intentional or not...
kicky - anyone reply? what did they say?
So glad you asked Husker. Let's see, of the ten people in this department, I got two responses. One was from my friend, which was funny and suggested I be publicly flogged in honor of the occasion, and the other didn't make a joke, but did congratulate me and wish me luck. Out of a group of ten people. Two responses.
To be fair, three of the people here are new and don't really know me, but really, not one person has said the word "congratulations" or even mentioned anything about my announcement at all. I'm not asking for flowers at my feet, but jesus, how about a little common courtesy? This is just the kind of thing that shows what a bunch of f*cking freaks these people are. Good riddance to the lot of 'em.
Hang in there, baby! Only three more days to go.
I think when you leave you should turn around and just...look at them...then raise one arm (or finger) and yell (with English accent):
ROCK AND ROLL, YA PUKES!!
Well, it figures, Kicky. After all, if they'd been decent folk to work with, you wouldn't have wanted to quit.
Nice farewell letter, but don't waste any more of your talent on them. They're not worth it. They're not going to admit that you wrote something funny because it's undoubtedly better than anything they could come up with, and they're probably jealous that you're getting out and they have to stay. F*ck 'em.
A few will probably say something Friday afternoon out of a sense of decency. Oh wait...this is advertising, right? Forget that!
kickycan wrote:So glad you asked Husker. Let's see, of the ten people in this department, I got two responses. One was from my friend, which was funny and suggested I be publicly flogged in honor of the occasion, and the other didn't make a joke, but did congratulate me and wish me luck. Out of a group of ten people. Two responses.
To be fair, three of the people here are new and don't really know me, but really, not one person has said the word "congratulations" or even mentioned anything about my announcement at all. I'm not asking for flowers at my feet, but jesus, how about a little common courtesy? This is just the kind of thing that shows what a bunch of f*cking freaks these people are. Good riddance to the lot of 'em.
To that bunch you sarcastically say:
Thanks for the fond farewell.
But, before I go...
Would you please to take this knife out of my back?
You'll probably need it again.
Good thing you're leaving kicky, it doesn't sound like a very nice place!
Region Philbis wrote:when our old supervisor changed jobs a few years back, he wrote a farewell e-mail which stated, among other things,
[b]"You are the company's biggest asses."[/b]
someone alerted him to the typo, and he immediately sent out a corrected version.
to this day we're not sure if it was intentional or not...
I'm crying. That's an amazing freudian slip.
I'm sorry that you work with humorless twats, kicky. Can I buy you a virtual drink in honor of the occasion?
maybe they are thinking
" great, now the boss can dole out his salary to us for a raise"
or maybe they want your desk,
or your chair
they want to feel the heat of your buns on their buns
Kicky! Only two more days!!!
Kickycan --
I'm very glad you're about to pursue a new and exciting future.
But I just realized something... You're the father of my two adorable, very bright, charismatic -- but somewhat temperamental -- illegitimate children (that would be Kickycat and Stray Kitten)
I just wondered what -- if anything -- you plan on doing about that before you skip town.
Love,
Stray Cat
