Dear My Job,
Don't get me wrong. I'm appreciative you exist at all, the economy being what it is. I'm relieved that there isn't any chance you're just going to up and leave me hanging at some point in the near future. Hell, I even like a number of the people I get to see at your place every weekday. I'm not dense. I realize my current situation could be much worse and I sincerely do not wish for that to be the case.
However, that being said, I have to admit that I really, really hate you.
Please, don't take offense. It isn't you. Honest. Cross my heart. Scout's honor. It's me (except, you know, all the time when it really and truly is you).
Sincerely,
The Management
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