Monday, February 22, 2010
Dear Day Job,
I'm sure you've noticed that things just aren't the same, we've been drifting apart. We used to be so happy together, but now, I find myself constantly thinking about other ways to occupy my day. And I know that you feel the same way about me. It shows in the little things, like how you don't consider my feelings when you schedule me to work weekend and night shifts (you know I'm not a night person), and in the way we barely tolerate each other when there are craft shows to prepare for and etsy orders to mail out. I'm sorry it has to be this way. I will miss your security, and steady pay cheque, your willingness to help out with pesky dental bills and your status of having "a real career". It will be better for both of us if we just stop seeing each other. I hope that you will be able to find someone who can give you what you need. I will pack up my things by the end of the week.
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