Of Dykos and Sublet-ees

I, Dyko, being of sound body and mind wish to declare my utmost agreement with and support of the opinions reflected in the recent post by Sublet-ee (henceforth referred to as The Post). The Post (henceforth referred to as Posting 3388C in accordance with legistlation put through this Tuesday October 11) contains high levels of hilarity peppered with just the right amount of un-bridled rage, and thus results in my highest rating yet: 1.5 standing otters!*

On an un-un-related note, what you (James) gathered from Posting 3388C is in fact true; Dyko is employed! Full time! With pay!

Taking a page (might I be so bold as to say taking a webpage from Sublet-ee?**), I will not disclose any details to avoid internet stalker/rapists (James, I’m looking in your direction), but suffice it to say that I work at a place where I get to do all kinds of interesting things like find tapes, retrieve tapes, and sometimes even find and retrieve tapes while putting entirely different tapes away. It's pretty much like how you'd picture being a movie star is, except everything is a lot more** tape-oriented.

Also, I have a desk.

--Crikey! I'm at work right now, and two people just told me that they are mine to give work to for the rest of the day, so I need to start coming up with crap to have them do!

Umm, later or something!

Dyko
(aka. Sublet-er)

*Much in the same way that studios design a toy first and then put a children’s show together based on said toy, I saw that picture of the otters and came up with a way to incorporate them into my post. This is behind-the-scenes stuff here, folks.

**Entirely.

NOTE: It seems as though a major part of this post was just kind of an idea I stole directly from Posting 3388C. I felt like a jack-ass, but was too lazy to remove it, and instead decided to spend 5 minutes explaining myself. 45 minutes later, I felt bad, so I went back and changed it all. I guess there's no point in explaining this, as by changing it, it is like what I wrote before never existed. I don't even know what I'm doing people. Drugs. This is what not doing drugs does to a young mind.

The Ultimate Resignation Letter...

... From the Sublet-ee, written in a fit of rage by myself, the Sublet-ee, thank you. P.S. - I removed revealing information... fear of serial killers, see first post by the Sublet-ee.
On to the letter...

To whom it may concern:

A huge Fuck You, to you good-for-nothing asshole bastards who think that after YOUR shithead company laid off my [insert relative] after [insert # of years] years of pouring his/her life into making [insert bastard company] a “[insert asshole company's stupid motto]", I will actually remained employed by this worthless junk of a wannabe company. Loyalty my ass. [Insert company name], being the only thing that put my food on my table while I grew up, actually did nothing for me but make me fat. So fuck you. I’ve had a great, fantastic, wonderful time running around, doing the managers’ jobs for them, working overtime and placing [insert company name] as my NUMBER ONE priority, but enough’s enough. Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, hard, up your money-grubbing, piece of shit, corporate ass.

(If you’re too stupid to get it, this is my resignation, effective as soon as I finish smashing your face in. Thanks.)

Rot in hell, Sincerely,

[Insert your name and signature]

P.S – I quit.


NOTE: The opinions reflected in this posting may/may not reflect the views of the owner of this said Blog, Dyko, but they'd better or the author of this said post, the Sublet-ee, may have to kick his happily, and (at the moment) employed, ass. Thank you.

K, bye!

The Sublet-ee