Work - Jason

On the writing:

When Justin proposed the topic of work for this week's topic I immediately imagined one of my lowest working points.  I had been working at Arby's in Kalamazoo and I hated nearly everything about it.  The staff was awful and unhappy, the manager regularly blamed other managers for anything that wasn't getting done and the district manager liked to come in blow things up to ridiculous proportions.  Add to that people I liked were leaving and I had another job just waiting for me as soon as I wanted and it lead to the irresponsible act of quitting, without notice, on a day I was supposed to close.  Awful.  So, my piece take that low moment and pretends I quit in the style of the Gettysburg Address.  As a result, I find it quite amusing and I hope you do to.

Arby's Goodbye Address

Four score and seven weeks ago my Ranger brought me forth to this establishment, to a new occupation, conceived in expediency, and predicated on the proposition that all jobs are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great trivial chore, testing whether this occupation, or any occupation so ill conceived and so depreciated, can long endure. We have met on the great drudgery of that chore. I have come to separate from the location of that drudgery, a final resting place for those who had hope and gave their lives that that occupation might serve. It is by the process of quitting, and promptly, that I should do this.

But, in a larger sense, I can not separate, I can not abdicate, I can not relinquish this job. The useless employees, leaders and drive-thru workers, who struggled here, have separated from me, far above my poor power to conform or depart. The office will little note, nor long remember what I say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for the survivors, rather, to be dedicated to new and unprecedented work which they who suffered here have thus far so aptly directed. It is rather for me to be dedicated to the new job, a pizza delivery job, which is dangling before me—that from these soulless stiffs I gain increased devotion to that job for which I now must gave my full measure of attention—that I here highly resolve that these ensnared shall not be trapped in vain—that this new occupation, at Domino's, shall serve as a new beacon of freedom—and that this location, this Arby’s, poisoning the patrons, torturing the crew and chasing the buck, shall perish from my routine forever.