Dear Dan,
I regret to inform you of my decision to discontinue my employment at St. Frankie’s Burrito Bar. Please take into account that this notice take effect immediately. I apologise for the abnormally short notice; I understand that this is irrelevant at the moment but I assure you that this type of behaviour is extremely atypical of me.
Last night’s scheduling has lead me to believe that my private life and my life outside of this restaurant are not respected and I do not foresee a change in this behaviour nor attitude at any point in the future. Thus, I do not feel that I can continue working in such an environment. It is bad enough that I am regularly forced to work with those who are unable of completing the simplest tasks, such as uncorking a bottle of wine without dismantling the cork into dust, let alone to have to correct their errors time and time again, as well as having to work twice as fast to compensate for their stupidity, and stay over an hour after my shift had officially ended without any increment to my hourly rate of pay. In addition, I confess to no longer being able to tolerate the owner of company. Danny Boy, I hope for your sake and that of all the stakeholders that you are more apt to running a restaurant than you are at working in one, and should this be the case I suggest that you stay the fuck out of the fucking kitchen so as not to burn the fucking thing down, you stupid fuck!
Now, I would like to wish you luck in the future and continued success, and I now express regret for no longer being a part of the restaurants activities. At this time I would like to thank you for everything that I have learned during my employment and for the opportunities you have presented to me.
Regretfully yours,
Regretfully yours,
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