Get fucked. I quit. I’ve given you my loyalty for the last 16 years. I’ve worked hard for you. I’ve taken the crappy projects no one else wants to do or think they’re too good to do. You keep calling me hostile when I try to stand up for myself. You like to remind me I work at a job most high school kids do for two years before leaving to do something better. Thanks for cutting my hours and filling my days with panic attacks and the idea that it would be best for me to jump off the roof of the library. Except I don’t really know where the door to the roof is. But I’m stubborn. I’ll find it.
Nah. Just kidding. I’ll be in tomorrow and work an extra hour without pay.