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New issue every week. Use your personal email. Not the one they can read. Your name is never published, on anything, ever.
Written weekly by R. Countdown. Still employed, allegedly engaged.
Running order, every issue
- 01A resignation letter I won’t be sending
Usually addressed to whoever scheduled a “quick sync” that ran ninety minutes.
- 02Deeply unsettling math
How many all‑hands meetings you have left. How many performance reviews. How many birthdays celebrated in a conference room. The numbers are worse than you think.
- 03One genuinely useful thing
Not how to be more productive. What to check before an eligibility date. How to say no without it costing you.
- 04Stories from people who actually walked out
No happy montage, no big epiphany. Just what really happened.
Submissions
Write the letter you won’t send. Hit reply on any issue and send it to me. I’ll publish it anonymously. Nobody will ever know it was you. That’s the whole arrangement.
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Join the club.
New issue every week.
Use your personal email. Not the one they can read.
Enough, Already is for the people still clocking in, still showing up, still doing the job well, while quietly counting down. It's for the ones who've stopped chasing the next promotion, stopped pretending every meeting matters, and started looking for the exit with a little more humor and a little less shame. This isn't a retirement newsletter. It's a survival guide for the stretch right before that, built for people who are done pretending the ladder goes anywhere good.
What to expect
A resignation letter I won't be sending
Usually addressed to whoever scheduled a "quick sync" that ran ninety minutes.
Deeply unsettling math
How many all-hands meetings you have left. How many performance reviews. The numbers are worse than you think.
One genuinely useful thing
Not how to be more productive. What to check before an eligibility date. How to say no without it costing you.
Stories from people who actually walked out
No happy montage, no big epiphany. Just what really happened.
