Work-assisted suicide

I think I might kill myself today if I only had a free hand. "What about my right to die?" I ask my supervisors...

I’ve hit rock bottom today with work.

Oh who am I kidding. I’m sure the ground can fall lower. It is getting hot in here. The flames are licking my ass. I wonder if the flames are as tired as my tongue from all the ass-licking.

"I FUCKING QUIT!" I say in my most precious fantasy, middle fingers held aloft for all to see their glory.