Stick Your False and Crumpled Job, Mister Big
Dear Mister Big,
I have some news, which I think you will find poor.
Over the last two weeks, I have found working for Monsters Inc both false and crumpled.
It's fair to say that the chief executive is wild and the librarians are greasy, but this has not stopped me from finding the work false.
I have really enjoyed juggling with the chief executive and stealing dirty peppermints from women's handbags. But all good things must come to an end.
As time has passed, I've found that my dreams of becoming an actor have become increasingly frequent. Last week I took the plunge and bought myself a kettle. I dream of getting up in the morning and running, something that my current job fails to nurture. Now all I need is a dictionary and I'm almost there.
Thus I must resign from my job as a choir boy, to pursue my true calling as an actor.
In your role as my superior, you have been the picture of charity, which is why I leave with a poor heart.
Best of luck with your continued pursuit of hell on earth.
Yours sincerely
justadoge