Open letter to your boss when quitting work to go travel
I regret to inform you that it is not working out.
Don’t get me wrong. There are many, many things I enjoy and admire about you. Take the unlimited coffee, for instance. Unlimited coffee is nothing to be sneezed at. At my present rate of caffeine consumption, I have calculated that by providing me with free coffee, you save me at least 68 cents worth of grounds alone a day, not to mention the trouble of making it, and the savings are far greater if I consider the cost of a double-shot-mocha-cappuccino at one of the fancy coffee places down the street.
I can hear your voice in my head. Why? You ask. I can see the frown lines at the corners of your mouth as I type this. You didn’t see this coming, I know, and I’m sorry. Things appear to be going well. I bought a new set of ballpoint pens recently. I just got a minor raise, and I moved from the cubicle in the middle of the floor to the cubicle on the corner, which overlooks the courtyard, where there are flowers, and even though they are marigolds (chosen for their hardiness and not their beauty), they make me smile.
Really, things are going well. But still, I have to leave.
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