This letter is the most honest I’ll ever be with you as a manager, so take time to digest every single word.
Let me begin by saying that your forbidding of dressing down on Fridays is absolute nonsense, considering that your professional look is a cycle of wardrobe malfunction. I find it quite surprising that you noticed the staff’s Friday attire seeing as your consciousness on the day is questionable due to the pungent, malt body aroma that you emit without fail on the day.
Office outfits are only the tip of the ice berg of your ‘Big Brother’ tendencies.
I find it strange that you took issue with the short intervals I take in-between tasks throughout the day. For your information, taking 5-minute breaks after 30 to 45 minutes of working is actually beneficial for the brain as it retains good productivity.
I seriously cannot believe that you timed my toilet breaks.
Since you’re so good at time surveillance, you would’ve known that contractually, 5pm is knock off time and that I don’t work on weekends. Trying to take me to a disciplinary hearing because I refused to work outside of my contracted work hours was ridiculous.
You have an infinite love for Monday morning meetings, and I despise you for that.
I wouldn’t give a gold star for exceptional leadership. Firstly, I’m a lot smarter than you, and you know this, so as a result, you flex your muscles at every chance you get because I intimidate you. To make matters worse, you’re overbearing, indecisive, you hardly take responsibility for your actions and you throw tantrums like a 2-year old.
Did you mother not give you love and attention as a child? Or are you just an insecure freak in a position of power?
I. Am. Totally. Bored. At. Work.
My work is not challenging, and my tasks have been the same since I started at the company a year ago. Doing the same thing over and over again for 40 hours every week, and working for a horrible boss, is pure torture.
At the heart of it all, I have zero passion for what I’m doing, and my life goals are completely different from the goals of the company. If I’m going to spend over 200 days in a year of my life working, I should at minimum do what I love. I have the most intense Sunday (all day) blues when I think about the work week ahead, and I feel like I’m just another brick in the wall of the organization.
I believe that this extends to the broader culture of corporate; to create homogeneous machines out of humans. To that I say, kindly kiss my ass.
Having said all of the above, I resign from my position at the company with immediate effect.