Yes, indeed. I’ve quit my Nasty, Nasty Job, and will be leaving officially in a couple weeks. In the meantime, I’ll be training my replacement, which should be interesting (seeing as I never learned how to do more than a half-assed job here to start with).
I don’t know what I’ll be doing for work next, because I’ve been looking for jobs but haven’t got one yet. Ugh.
ANYWAY, ludite that I am, my only internet access has been from the Office of Pain and Suffering, and since I’m shortly leaving the said office, I’ll be leaving the SDMB as well.
For I know not how long. Could be a long, long time.
So, bye.
The SDMB is a really neat place, and in the slightly-more-than-a-year that I’ve been here, I’ve been awed by the kindness, generosity, intelligence and sense of humor displayed here on a daily basis. It’s one of the most remarkable communities I have had the pleasure of joining. I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to hang out with you all, in this wacky little corner of the internet.
Take care, love always -
Kn(pronounce it however you want)ckers
P.S.: Special love to the Trek Dopers, for being mad as hatters and twice as fun, and the MMP crowd, for being silly and delightful.
Sorry to see you go. I wish I could have gotten to know you better, but I apparently don’t watch enough Star Trek to post that much. Who’d have thought I needed to watch more TV?
I’m sure we’ll see you around soon enough, after the withdrawal kicks in.
No! You can’t leave us! Everything will fade to black and white. Like at the end of The Wizard of Oz. (I had a dream and you were there…) It will be so sad around here without you.
But like Snickers said: libraries.
Or your super new job could be surfing the 'Net for fun and profit checking up on trends on Message Boards. That could be good. (Be sure to thank Al Gore if you do get that job.)
But as long as you’re happier not working the job from Hell, I guess there’s that.
I’ll miss you while you’re away and be happy to see you when you come back. Like a puppy. Only I won’t pee on the rug. (Much.)
Yer pal,
Rue.
About your name…when I first saw you, I pronounced your name “knickers”. Then I found out you were female and for some reason I started picturing you as “knockers”.
If you reverse the polarity on your TV and reroute the phoneline through your DVD player, you should be able to connect to the internet just long enough to make a weekly Enterprise post.
Um, also… can I keep the pants? They complement my eyes.
Dang, I won’t even be able to bug you by email now. I hope you’ll check in via public computer or any computer at all, for that matter. Will miss you terribly during Season 3 and beyond.
Can’t you just steal a computer from the office of p&s?
No?
How about a paper clip, a bic pen, and some whiteout? I’m sure the gang here would help you build your own out of those raw materials. Although, I’m fairly certain that it would be easier to build a computer out of raw materials if the raw materials were, say, a computer. That said, we’ve got some intelligent folks here. I’m pretty sure we could do it with a pen, whiteout, and a paperclip. Oh, and some post-its. Did I mention post-its?
I wish I could have gotten to know you better, but I apparently don’t watch enough Star Trek to post that much. Who’d have thought I needed to watch more TV?