I don’t hate you. I don’t wish harm or evil upon you. I pity you. The chip on your shoulder was cut so deep, you have no heart. You have no compassion. You have no desire to be open to different people.
When you have 3 bosses, and 2 of them constantly say how valuable you are to the workplace, and you are suddenly not so valuable, who has the feelings that you are inadequate. Inadequate because I work (data entry) more efficiently while listening to music? Inadequate because I wear Hawaiian shirts? Inadequate because I (gasp) look at the internet from time to time when the workload permits it?
I learned the tasks at hand that freed up 2 complete work days for my supervisor working part time, and made progress with projects/tasks that had been backed up for up to a year in some cases. You have nearly crippled a coworker because of some childish grudge based on fear or pride. You have left me in a lurch, and not just because I was let go, but because there was no notice. No time. It was now or never, and “now” triumphed.
I will get by. I always do. And in the end, I will know that you are the kind of person to avoid at all costs. That workplace is hindered by your presence. You hide behind your fake smile, the saleswoman demeanor never wavering. I wish that you could have the heart to realize what others around you have to offer. Instead you saw me through judging eyes. I’m sorry. You will miss out on so much in life because you won’t see beyond their exterior.
Goodbye.