Dear executive from a way yonder,
Sigh, I know I'm pretty impressive on home ground, but I don't want the responsibility. Really. I just want to do my job, go home and study my ass off. I have tried the whole management stint and it just blows up in my face every time. I know y'all are trying to groom me for that shit, but I don't want it any more, I don't want the pressure. I know you think it's ludicrous some one as experienced as myself wants to hide among the ranks. I should be happy that I'm getting to prove myself but, it's too late for that. Six months ago I would have jumped at the chance. My whole outlook has changed now, and yes, it's because the hairy man fucked up. Should have thought about the consequences when he pulled that shit.
Just venting. You know I'll do it anyway. And whip loose cannon into shape as part of the bargain. You know he's terrified of me. It's spooky really. Actually knowing you, you think it's funny. Actually I guess you've just handed me a small piece of justice.