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To my soon to be former place of employment: We've been together for 17 months. 17 long months. And during that time, you have found ever under/over/backwards/sidways the sun to screw me. I have cried to many tears over a place that simply does not care about me. So as of June 20th, I'm GONE. Buh,bye. So long. Can't say I'll miss you. I actually turned a flip and danced a jig when I found out I get to leave this miserable place.
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This space for rent.
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