Dear New Job,
I like you, really, I do. But, must you be so draining? You require me to be social and perky, two traits conspicuously not in tune with my nature. Sure, I can fake it. In fact, I’m really good at faking it. So good that you could hardly recognize the person I become while at you. Not that I mind… I understand the need for a pleasant working demeanor, but must I squash my creativity, plaster on a friendly yet fatuous facade, and render myself devoid of intelligence just to please you. And here’s the kicker… you’re an advertising agency! You’re full of creativity and new ideas. But sadly, not for me. No, my part is to ignore those clever urges, disregard my education, and silently fade into the background.
