Please release me, let me go...

My boss tore my first resignation letter in halves.

Last evening, he placed my other attempt on my table and left the office.

He gives me a sesame candy stick each time he returns my resignation letter.

I have 3 sesame candy sticks on my table now.

I don't even like sesame.

I have to go.

This bears serious tones of a bad break-up. I'm 28. I don't do break-ups anymore.

I just have to go.

Location: 14th floor of misery
Current Condition: frustrated
Music: none