Stewart Butterfield's bizarre resignation letter to Yahoo

Stewart Butterfield, the cantankerous cofounder of Flickr, has, as we've noted, tendered his resignation to Yahoo, as has wife and cofounder Caterina Fake. The two recently celebrated, along with Flickr's other original employees, a "Vestfest" for their take from the $35 million sale of Flickr to Yahoo three years ago; we'd heard as long ago as October that Butterfield was ready to leave. But we couldn't have anticipated the manner of Butterfield's exit. In a long, rambling email to Yahoo executive Brad Garlinghouse, under whose aegis Flickr fell, Butterfield described the company as a tin-smithing concern, but found that there was no place for him as the company left its metallurgical roots. Better this entertaining nonsense than some tired cliche of "bleeding purple," I suppose. I'm also told that this email is classic Butterfield, and that his employees at Flickr would stage dramatic readings of some of his better missives at Flickr's San Francisco headquarters, which will now be run officially by Kakul Srivastava, Flickr's longtime de facto chief. Butterfield's full resignation letter:

Who doesn't love the smell of corporate intarweb drama in the morning? It's actually a great resignation letter despite Butterfield's haters. He's funny, entertaining and uses just enough obscurity that you can read in more wisdom than is intentionally present. All in all, no harm no foul right? It's not exactly like they just gave Flickr away. I'd take the money and live on an Island for the rest of my life if I were Butterfield. An island full of robot minions...to do my evil island biddings... I'd also probably buy a pirate ship and a crew. But I'm just getting ahead of myself here.[ Butterfield's dramatic Resgination Letter ]

*ahheem*

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil have done for the rest.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Comments

[Impious1]

Simply awesome.

I'll have to emulate, if I ever win the Tax On People That Can't Do Math.

Ciao,

Imp;)