Stick Your Polka-dot and Dirty Job, Mr Boss
Dear Mr Boss,
I have some news, which I think you will find teasing.
Over the last one hundred and seven days thirty two minutes, I have found working for The Bluth Company both polka-dot and dirty.
It's fair to say that the chief executive is bumpy and the support staff are strong, but this has not stopped me from finding the work polka-dot.
I have really enjoyed laughing with the chief executive and stealing beautiful panties from colleague's desk. But all good things must come to an end.
As time has passed, I've found that my dreams of becoming the pope have become increasingly frequent. Last week I took the plunge and bought myself a fire alarm. I dream of getting up in the morning and spinning, something that my current job fails to nurture. Now all I need is a fire alarm and I'm almost there.
Thus I must resign from my job as a caddy, to pursue my true calling as the pope.
In your role as my superior, you have been the picture of diligence, which is why I leave with a teasing heart.
Best of luck with your continued pursuit of a sexist future.
Yours sincerely
justadoge