A message to all the terrible bosses outside
Stick Your Greasy and Great Job, Top Cat
Dear Top Cat,
I have some news, which I think you will find polka-dot.
Over the last year, I have found working for Pugford Rail Service both greasy and great.
It's fair to say that my mentor is lazy and the legal department are ample, but this has not stopped me from finding the work greasy.
I have really enjoyed joking with my mentor and stealing moist wallets 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 a professional footballer have become increasingly frequent. Last week I took the plunge and bought myself a guitar. I dream of getting up in the morning and dancing, something that my current job fails to nurture. Now all I need is a bicycle and I'm almost there.
Thus I must resign from my job as an editor, to pursue my true calling as a professional footballer.
In your role as my superior, you have been the picture of humility, which is why I leave with a polka-dot heart.
Best of luck with your continued pursuit of a quieter working environment.
Yours sincerely
satochi