This post was cowritten with Elizabeth McLeod, a millennial and cum laude graduate of Boston University, and daughter of Lisa Earle McLeod.The first alarm bell in this "resignation letter" (which astonishingly goes unremarked upon in the well deserved fisking) is that this child needed her mommy's help to write it. Ok, if you're asserting yourself as an important and competent adult, relying upon your parent to help write it is a terrible way to start.
In this long, tedious letter, this "adult" (again, it bothers me immensely that she wants to be taken seriously, but had to get parental supervision to write it) goes on and on about how the work she's being asked to do is more about the bottom line than changing the world. And she's quitting (again) because she's not finding the fulfillment she wants. The problem, child, is that businesses are in business for business. They are all about the bottom line, because that's what lets them hire vapid little idiots like you (or more precisely, ones who will actually work without feeling "fulfilled") in order to improve that bottom line. Something tells me that they're not going to be suffering from an acute lack of you. You may believe they will, and it's truly adorable that you and your mommy feel qualified to give business advice to your former employer, who, chances are, was turning a profit before you ever showed up. I mean this sincerely when I say that I agree. Your former employer did not deserve you.