Listen.

I am tired of working in this office. I want to leave. I have a life outside this office, but it doesn't let me go and experience it - save for a few hours a day. I have no money, even though I am here all day and night long. Help. Help. I am being held captive by this monster of a job. Why won't they let me go? They keep me here with no food (except for powdered donuts and expired string cheese), no hope and very little knowledge of the outside world. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I have a girl to get to. She needs care. She is as tender as a Mel's Diner Pot Roast Sandwich. Let me go and be with her. Please?