I Resign

Dear Disorganization,

I Resign. I’m through with your bullshit; had it up to my eyes with your disruption. I sign off I quit, I'm done being your lackey. I'm done shuffling around; I'm done with my miss management. Disorganization I resign form you workforce and join the other side. So I'm packing up my office in this poorly designed office into neatly sorted boxes and stack them into piles of three. I will live this place knowing where all my things are. On my way out with my shirt wrinkle free and tie on strait and shoes tied uniform I will knock on your door and hand you this letter folded into thirds and placed into an envelope and sealed and addressed correctly. I will cross the street and sign on with organization. I will neatly place the pictures that keep me going through the day on my desk. I will file my papers into neat to do and done piles. Separated my priority and where their final destination is. My computer will have more folders in it than you would know what to do with. It may pleas you to know it took me years to get around to writing this, to clear enough space on my desk to organize my thoughts enough. I entertained the thought all the time as I sift through the paper and pencils strewn everywhere, as I tip toe through the piles of cloths and other items tossed carelessly around my room. I would write down a little piece of this letter, examples of your annoying effect, my ideas of how this would change.

I would just like to say that Disorganization you have brought me nothing but grief. Because of you I have missed deadlines, and missed opportunities. Because of you disorganization I have missed bills and for disappointed friends. In another time I would have never signed on. I would have kicked you out at the first sing of trouble. That is not an option now unfortunately. No now I must pick up the pieces and organize them.

Alas all this is, is an exercise, something my therapist says I should to relieve stress and to get out angst. This letter will not make I to your desk. Not it won’t be lost in the shuffle leaving. This letter will not be in envelope, not because it’s lost as soon as it printed. No this won’t be folded into thirds and not because I don’t clean surface to do it on. No this letter won’t make it to you because it won’t even leave the computer. My thoughts will go from my head to my hands to the computer and be saved there, lost amounts the other files.

The only way this will make it is if I muster the courage. If I take hold of my fate. If one day, and this day will come, I truly decide that I have had enough and I will no longer conform to your ways.

So fuck you disorganization I resign.

Jason Giedt