F*ck Your Email: A rant from a business owner.
I sent an email that appeared to terminate a commercial agreement. I have no regrets. I was over it. Not the kind of irritated where your ego is in conflict. the kind of irritated that was worn out from navigating and defending. the kind of irritated that required consideration where it was lacking and approval when it did not bleed. The type of irritated that was the icing on top of all my work, including the late hours, worry, and consideration I gave while no one was looking. When an idea was continually made to seem like it wasn't mine, I turned the other cheek. When it came down to this email, I was finished.
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