We're Fighting

Dear Outback,

We're fighting.  I just thought you should know. 

First, I know you have been good to me.  You have been my place of employment for almost seven years.  I'm pretty sure that is closer to twenty in restaurant years.  You have introduced me to some awesome people, both as co-workers and as guests, you've given me a lot of friends, and you brought me my very best friend.  You have fed me, gave me insurance, helped me pay for school and Christmas presents, and all the boring bills.  You were a safe haven when I went through my divorce.  For all these things, I am most appreciative.

I know that I've given you a lot.  I have tried to be a good employee and work really hard.  I have taken on a lot of responsibility for your benefit.  And for that reason, I haven't really enjoyed working with you lately.  You're not as fun as you used to be.

Now times are changing.  At Outback, those changes aren't working much to my benefit.  If anything, you've taken a lot from me.  I'm mad at you for that.  I don't consider myself to be a person who tries to be entitled without cause, and maybe it's being arrogant and selfish to be mad at you, but I still am.  When push comes to shove, I have to take care of myself, because you will not.  I have seen that very clearly as of late.

Perhaps it's time that our relationship ended.

Sincerely,
Amy