Dear Summer Job,
It isn’t you, it's me. It has been one hell of a summer, you crazy fool of a job you. We’ve been through a lot in these few short months, and let me tell you, it has been a ride. I wouldn’t change it for anything. You’ve given me some of the best memories and some of the most important people in my life. I hate to say it, but it is time for us to part ways. At least for a little while, anyway.
You see, before I met you, there was something else in my life that had kept me happy for a very long time. I have to go back to him for a little while. I owe it to myself. Maybe I can see you when I come home for Christmas, or even a weekend here or there, but we have to take a break from each other and I hope you know this is for the best.
Demanding to see me five to six days a week? Sometimes 13 hours at a time! It was all too much. You took time away from my friends, my family, and most importantly, my pets.
Don’t forget about me, because I will come back for you. How could I leave you forever after you showed me so much love? You spoiled me with those paychecks and fed me lunch every day; sometimes you even fed me dinner if I stayed with you late. You introduced me to your friends, who became my family, and you showed me a new side of myself.
You taught me responsibility, accountability, and taught me the ethics of your environment. I laughed with you, cried with you, and even bled a couple of times. I had the time of my life with you this summer, though. I am sorry to say, I must be on my way now.
I have to leave you to better myself, but please, I am asking you to wait for me. You will always be my summer love, but my main man, College, is calling and I promised to spend football season with him. Thanks for the memories, though.
With love,
Your favorite employee
