This was awesome:

Dear Barton:

You have a man in your employ that I have thought for a long time should be fired. I refer to Sherwood Anderson. He is a fellow of a good deal of ability, but for a long time I have been convinced that his heart is not in his work.

There is no question but that this man Anderson has in some ways been an ornament to our organization. His hair, for one thing, being long and messy gives an artistic carelessness to his personal appearance that somewhat impresses such men as Frank Lloyd Wright and Mr. Curtiniez of Kalamazoo when they come into the office.

But Anderson is not really productive. As I have said his heart is not in his work. I think he should be fired and if you will not do the job I should like permission to fire him myself. I therefore suggest that Anderson be asked to sever his connections with the company on [the first of next week]. He is a nice fellow. We will let him down easy but let’s can him.

Respectfully submitted,

 
Sherwood Anderson

Mine was much more simple . . .

 

 

Hat tip Brain Pickings

Category: Employment, Philosophy

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2 Responses to “Greatest Resignation Letter Ever”

  1. Francisco Bandres de Abarca says:

    I hope the name Sherwood Anderson is familiar to many of you. He is a seminal American author who rose to prominence in the 1920′s, largely upon the success of his collection of short stories ‘Winesburg, Ohio‘. Good stuff.

  2. Richard W. Kline says:

    Really, that letter is a _fantastic_ micro-story. We don’t know the backstory, but the narrative is clean as a whistle, all arc and humor, with a ripper of a punch line, and a twist ending pared down to the last two words. Anderson _was_ something of a card in his day; I’ll bet he was still chuckling on this one on his death bed . . . .