This note is to let you know that Iâ€™ve decided to take the day off.
Am I sick? Well, thatâ€™s sort of half of the problem. Iâ€™m sick and tired of being called upon damned near every farookinâ€™ day at all hours of the day and night (and weekends too) to come up with stuff that doesnâ€™t stink for your crummy blog.
Benefits? Forget it. You provide zero, zip, nada. Hell, I donâ€™t even get a goddamned footnote for the occasional times I hit a long ball for you. You just wanna sit around drinking all sorts of spirits and hang with the Usual Suspects while I do all the heavy lifting around here, for absolutely no money, no benefits, no recognition and no goddamned respect. Hell, an illegal alien wouldnâ€™t take this gig.
I may even take tomorrow off. And, maybe even the next day and the day after that. Waddya gonna do then, Mr. Great Farookinâ€™ Hair? Post one of those â€œWhat Kind of Festering Pustule are You?â€ quizzes?
Very truly yours,