With all due respect, may I please take off this monkey suit of mine, and these dull, black shoes, and replace them with my original uncombed hair, my overused tank tops, and my faded jeans that seem to give more credit to a piece of rag you use to wash your car with instead? Not to mention my feet hurt, shoes only give them more odour enough to kill everyone in the department and suffice to say, I'm pretty confident about my feet being dainty and how they look much better without being covered with anything.
And dear Boss,
May I discreetly leave those files behind and board that flight? Those cause papers, correspondences, and meetings, heck, we'll make paper planes out of them, or pretty, little swans and even sketch pads. I feel like running around, not because I need to run away from someone or something, but just for the sake of running. A simple thrill. I want to get my life back, and maybe if I run fast enough, I'll be able to catch it before it makes a parachute from the plane.
So dear Boss,
I greatly apologize for any inconvenience caused, but I'm rightfully sure that you were just like me back then- young and callous, with a short term attention span. We were kids once, and we would still be, at heart.
35 minutes ago