Dear Work 2, Your raging alcoholic girlfriend flipped out on me the other night and made an ass of herself in front of a bar full of people. It was fun telling her off and then walking out the door. I didn't really need this job anyway, I'm just going to work more hours at the dealership to sell more cars.....and I'll be making more money than you. Maybe if I get bored of working in cars I'll open up a bar. I will put it across the street from yours and actually make a nice place for people to drink in the neighbourhood. Cheers!