Stick Your Fluorescent and Sharp Job, Misses Big
Dear Misses Big,
I have some news, which I think you will find bright.
Over the last one hundred and seven days thirty two minutes, I have found working for The Bluth Company both fluorescent and sharp.
It's fair to say that the IT guy is tasteless and the clients are great, but this has not stopped me from finding the work fluorescent.
I have really enjoyed spinning with the IT guy and stealing crazy 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 astronaut have become increasingly frequent. Last week I took the plunge and bought myself a rowing machine. I dream of getting up in the morning and daring, something that my current job fails to nurture. Now all I need is a flannel and I'm almost there.
Thus I must resign from my job as a choir boy, to pursue my true calling as an astronaut.
In your role as my superior, you have been the picture of empathy, which is why I leave with a bright heart.
Best of luck with your continued pursuit of a quieter working environment.
Yours sincerely
memeon