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Below is an extract of an extremely unusual farewell message and of which the writer had promised this is gonna make compulsive reading:

....Thinking about it, almost 2 years has slipped away without me achieving anything in life, by which I mean personal life, as opposed to work, as in work in ‘work-life balance’, an expression that remains something of a taboo during the so-called peak period (though I don’t know about some others who seem to toil some 15 hours in the office every day regardless of peak or off-peak, maybe to them they have a life?). How come? Of course at work I must confess I have achieved a lot (which explains why I have achieved little in life, no wonder?), in fact, so much so that I have decided to move on to achieve less (less is more haven’t you heard?). I certainly remember 2 years ago, how it felt to be young and pretty (it’s noteworthy that this hasn’t changed since 1983), eager to work very hard to ascend the corporate ladder (the rungs of which dictate strictly defined duties, fair enough, but while high-calibre workers may be asked to perform more duties than required, nobody is allowed to leap more than a rung each year, not when one is at XXX), not to mention the keenness for the idea of shining in the audit industry and eventually finding the Holy Grail of auditing by becoming a partner. That feeling was short-lived, you bet it was gone and buried 2 years down the road. On numerous occasions, as I fondly recall the good old days now, neurons over-fired for extended hours and stress hormones spewed out uncontrollably, leading to tasteless meals, sleepless nights and health-less health. The only consolation, though, was that fellow colleagues would salute you for showing up at work in the morning after knocking off only 4 hours ago. And if you can keep at it for three days, you’re hailed as the goddess of work. Come to think of it, so many of us are overloaded bull-headed-and-horse-faced slaves. We’re constantly on the go, slogging our guts out trying to finish the very last task of the day, only to get on with more tasks the next day, at which point you would wish God had bestowed a 36-hour day or a 10-day week on you...

i salute you, girl - for your guts and remarkably invigorating speech. you really make my day!