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I am so very very proud of myself.
I didn't say one thing that was childish. I didn't call ANYone pond scum. And I didn't swear or curse or heap burning coals on people.
*happysigh*
Here's the text of my Letter of Resignation. The one I've been angsting over for a week. (at least)
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It is with some regret, but mostly relief, that I resign from the Purple Haze.
This has been coming for a long time. And, if I'd been more active in the community, probably would have happened two years ago. But, the whole prestige of being a member of the Purple Haze *echo, echo* kept me in.
I keep trying to write this without descending to the level of grade school childishness. I'm hoping to succeed, this time. The last several attempts stopped halfway and were diatribes of irritation.
Realistically, I know that this is nothing but a hobby for a lot of people. Fine. I accept that. It's the same way for me. But, one of my favorite Tegan quotes states that, 'When it stops being fun, stop doing it.'
Purple Haze stopped being fun for me a long time ago.
For one thing, I like and respect Mike Hatley. I have known him for almost--God, it's been a while--nine years. Mike is the guy who would drive me home from Channel Nine pledge drives, or meetings. Or other things, like late nights and early mornings. And cons.
There are other factors. Most deal with me just finally realising I can have a say in my life. I'm not a child. Just because the crowd goes one way doesn't mean I have to follow them.
I'm assuming that Jenny, or some officer of the PH will be at Gateway (*dryly* well, I'd hope so, since Jenny's on concom */dryly*). I shall be there (unless the second car dies, in which case, no one will see me for months on end), and shall bring the cashbox and account book. I'll have to check, but if I'm remembering correctly, there's close to $70 in there.
No, I don't know. The cashbox is BURIED in my room somewhere. I'd like to wave a magic wand and clean it, but it doesn't quite work that way.
Anyway. Hope to see you all at various events, andetc,
Sincerely, Ana Cotton
BTW, if you get this, and you really don't give a flying elephant either way, my apologies. I wanted to make this official, and this was how I did it.
--
Ah, the taste of being good. Or, at least, not mud-slinging first.
'Cause, gods know I can be bitchy with the best of thing... I feel like posting an addendum saying, "Oh, and, Bring it on, people."
*snicker*
*happysigh*
Here's the text of my Letter of Resignation. The one I've been angsting over for a week. (at least)
--
It is with some regret, but mostly relief, that I resign from the Purple Haze.
This has been coming for a long time. And, if I'd been more active in the community, probably would have happened two years ago. But, the whole prestige of being a member of the Purple Haze *echo, echo* kept me in.
I keep trying to write this without descending to the level of grade school childishness. I'm hoping to succeed, this time. The last several attempts stopped halfway and were diatribes of irritation.
Realistically, I know that this is nothing but a hobby for a lot of people. Fine. I accept that. It's the same way for me. But, one of my favorite Tegan quotes states that, 'When it stops being fun, stop doing it.'
Purple Haze stopped being fun for me a long time ago.
For one thing, I like and respect Mike Hatley. I have known him for almost--God, it's been a while--nine years. Mike is the guy who would drive me home from Channel Nine pledge drives, or meetings. Or other things, like late nights and early mornings. And cons.
There are other factors. Most deal with me just finally realising I can have a say in my life. I'm not a child. Just because the crowd goes one way doesn't mean I have to follow them.
I'm assuming that Jenny, or some officer of the PH will be at Gateway (*dryly* well, I'd hope so, since Jenny's on concom */dryly*). I shall be there (unless the second car dies, in which case, no one will see me for months on end), and shall bring the cashbox and account book. I'll have to check, but if I'm remembering correctly, there's close to $70 in there.
No, I don't know. The cashbox is BURIED in my room somewhere. I'd like to wave a magic wand and clean it, but it doesn't quite work that way.
Anyway. Hope to see you all at various events, andetc,
Sincerely, Ana Cotton
BTW, if you get this, and you really don't give a flying elephant either way, my apologies. I wanted to make this official, and this was how I did it.
--
Ah, the taste of being good. Or, at least, not mud-slinging first.
'Cause, gods know I can be bitchy with the best of thing... I feel like posting an addendum saying, "Oh, and, Bring it on, people."
*snicker*