Pai, Northern Thailand
by Rex Hu
Dear boss/skinflint/slave driver,
As of this moment, consider me an ex-slave in your sweat shop. I no longer wish to be overworked and underpaid so that you and your cronies can enjoy life at the top.
That’s because I’ve found life at the top. And it’s hard to come back down. For obvious reasons, I cannot disclose the place. Not because I’m afraid you’d come looking for me but because you and your kind would be most unwelcome here.
And please don’t patronise me with any of your measly pay rises and bonuses that you dangle in front of your sycophants. Who needs them when you’re in paradise (no, I’ve not gone and done myself in if that’s what your cynical mind is thinking).
Having said all that, I bear you no grudge nor ill will. Fact is, I find myself loving and appreciating the world more and more with each passing second.
So au revoir, cest la vie, ta ta and hugs to all.
Your newly liberated ex- exploitee