To Debbie

Dear Debbie

I hereby declare my resignation in accordance with company policy. As far as I see I will no longer be subject to your tyranny. For reasons as follows:

I no longer see why I should be part of this soul-destroying meaningless bureaucracy.

In-line with the times we are all in a collective bind, bonded by deficit, recession, monetary hell. And like a cyber man, a droid, you comply with this hypocrisy. You should be ashamed; is it fear or do you have the values of a Nazi?

I have endured you totalitarian managing style, your words slashing me like the crack of a whip. I refuse to flinch; you have no effect on me as I see behind the screen of what it is not and what it appears to be.

But you don’t see do you Debbie.

We have no control of our fate; we are both in line for redundancy.

We are pawns in a corporate game, and all but a few are trapped in check mate. You imprison the will of others, capitalise on their fears with threats and delegation. A few more quid and a bit of responsibility, beware stern lady you are not so far removed from me. Give it time, just give it time and you will be in the dole queue three steps behind.

You anger your hate your fascist views. Keep them lady as they’ll just poison you.

So I retire from the race and walk away, I hope I’ll never cross paths with you again. For you are a Trunchbull, a witch, a sadistic bitch. Learn to manage yourself for I am through.

So I say farewell and a cheerful

Fuck you