A message to all the terrible bosses outside
Stick Your Greasy and Lifeless Job, Mister Big
Dear Mister Big,
I have some news, which I think you will find lonely.
Over the last few months, I have found working for Local Heath Plus both greasy and lifeless.
It's fair to say that my teaching assistant is stripy and the customers are tasteless, but this has not stopped me from finding the work greasy.
I have really enjoyed kicking with my teaching assistant and stealing mild souls from the litter bins. But all good things must come to an end.
As time has passed, I've found that my dreams of becoming an undertaker have become increasingly frequent. Last week I took the plunge and bought myself a sandwich. I dream of getting up in the morning and skipping, something that my current job fails to nurture. Now all I need is a kettle and I'm almost there.
Thus I must resign from my job as a lawyer, to pursue my true calling as an undertaker.
In your role as my superior, you have been the picture of empathy, which is why I leave with a lonely heart.
Best of luck with your continued pursuit of the office equivalent of hell.
Yours sincerely
karl-marx