My Deleted & Failed Attempt To Write A Two Week Notice.

The industry’s era of volatile glory have passed. The days of humorous violent creativity, barbaric problem solving, the acquired taste of blood splashing on the floor like a dropped carton of milk. And when that sudden feeling of a cold wet breeze meant you got deeply sliced open or shot, its scar told the story of near death heroics or miscalculated villainous escape, those days have been consumed by people who enjoy life & expect to live the next day. In past the industry had its endless supply of exciting life threatening confrontations for me. Maybe time will repeat itself again, until then this is my 2 week notice, I appreciated my experience there.

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