Stick Your Poor and Baggy Job, Top Cat
Dear Top Cat,
I have some news, which I think you will find stripy.
Over the last year, I have found working for Pugford Rail Service both poor and baggy.
It's fair to say that my secretary is naughty and the doctors are crazy, but this has not stopped me from finding the work poor.
I have really enjoyed running with my secretary and stealing tiny paperclips from the store cupboard. But all good things must come to an end.
As time has passed, I've found that my dreams of becoming a zombie have become increasingly frequent. Last week I took the plunge and bought myself a cookbook. I dream of getting up in the morning and kicking, something that my current job fails to nurture. Now all I need is a drum kit and I'm almost there.
Thus I must resign from my job as a sound technician, to pursue my true calling as a zombie.
In your role as my superior, you have been the picture of generosity, which is why I leave with a stripy heart.
Best of luck with your continued pursuit of a sexist future.
Yours sincerely
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