Dear Job,
Greetings!
Hope you are fine and hope your creators are fine too. As much as I wish to write this letter to you and find out how you are being done, I am more happy that I am not the one doing you. You were the most futile, unimportant and loathed of the many things that I had to do over the last one and half years! I gave you innumerable chances to prove your worth, to prove that you can provide at least a little value to me, and to prove that you deserve to be attended to by someone like me. But you let me down every time. You disappointed me, unbelievably, every single day. I wish to frankly let you know that you ,without a second's miss, wasted all my precious time, which I could have put to uses better in so many ways. Painting my nails in ten colors each day would have been a better thing to do than doing you. Quitting you was something I craved to do for so long before I finally did it. And I wasn't ever more sure of anything else than quitting you. But I also want you to know that it was not your fault. You are after all 'a job'. And this is what you do to people. Since, that is who you are, I am not advising you to change. It is me who does not want you in my life, ever. And truthfully, I have never been happier!
Warm Regards,
S
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