Becoming The Overman

The following is a letter from me to my former employer. I hope you enjoy.

Dear Fahim,

Neptune's Seafood Restaurant has suddenly become an unsuitable workplace environment; I’m leaving. The reasons are many:

I made an agreement that because I had been working a double shift I would be the first of three hosts to go home. You sent home (blank) first, but I didn’t mind. I knew I’d be second. Then you sent home (blank), who only showed up for a single shift.

I have given assistance to this restaurant in many ways and never asked for anything in return, but more importantly I was never offered anything in return. I even completed a project for a brochure for which you paid me $50, including the sales trips I did to several churches in the area for which I was never paid; a brochure that had you hired anyone else to do with the same quality and fervor would have cost you over $500.

You do not permit me be a waiter to make more money, and though my skills are better for hosting I am not paid for the difference in my income.

I am not rewarded for my extraordinary skills in my field and therefore gain nothing from harder work.

I therefore have lost interest in working for your company and will find employment elsewhere. Consider this my resignation, and many wishes of good luck for you in the future.

Sincerely,
C. Nicholas Walker

P.S. I'll still give you monetary assistance once I become a millionaire, so wish me luck.

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I always knew my father wrote music when he was younger, and that he even had a contract with Nashville. That all ended a very long time ago, but I recently fell across some of his songs he wrote and recorded, namely his love song, "Kristi in the Morning." The lyrics that follow are copywritten, but I just wanted to put his songs into the new millenium. Enjoy.

The sun goes down every night,
And in my mind I hold you tight
And dream of you
Till the morning.

If I should die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
To be with you,
Kristi in the morning.

Birds fly high,
So why can't I be with you,
Kristi in the morning?

With every breath I breathe your name
Hoping you'll be back again
And wake to find you here
In the morning.

Hear the words I want to say,
Kristi I'll be back some day
To share a dream with you,
Kristi in the morning.

Birds fly high,
So why can't I be with you,
Kristi in the morning?

Morning rain,
I'll be back again to be with you,
Kristi in the morning.
Kristi in the morning.

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I've been bust lately writing music (or at least learning how to properly write music) and I must admit that I am becoming somewhat of a whiz at it. When I showed my mother, well, she thought it was genius. I suppose that's what any mother would say to anything, so it's not a good example. But it is good, and it especially sounds good.

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Your day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you.

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you.

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign on love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

You want her, you need her
And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead
You think she needs you.

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him.

Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head
You won't forget her.

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

From "Revolver," by The Beatles

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