Unsent Letters: arsehole from the big green box

Dear Arsehole,

I want you to know that you forcing me out was the best thing that ever happened to me. I loved the people I worked with and I loved my job but it was consuming me. It wasn't ok that I was working 14 hour days, coming in on my day off, thinking about my job every second of every day. I am happy that I now get to pick my kids up from school, that I'm not a stranger to them. I am happy I don't have to deal with your hypocrisy and politics.

That doesn't make what you did ok. It's not ok that you told me that if you wanted someone to quit that you could make them, what a thinly veiled threat that was. It wasn't ok that you manipulated people I thought were my friends against me. It isn't ok that you treat people like pieces in a game, a game where the sole purpose is to get what you want. It wasn't ok that you took advantage of the fact that I was going through a hard time in my personal life and used it to make my working life hell too.

I can't go inside a green box of hell without having a panic attack. That is the parting gift you gave me. Life, however, has a way of balancing the scales. I take comfort in knowing that one day you will reap the rewards of the life you've led, I only wish I could be there to see it.

Kind regards,
The Broken Girl