I'm after some stonking ideas for my resignation from the library.
So far I have the bitter, disillusioned angle covered, the smug new job taken care of and the arrogant 'doubt you can survive without me' bit written.
I'm after some more imaginative ideas on how to illustrate my feelings on quitting. I would welcome some poetic ideas on how to bring in some references to Whitechapel scum, stabbings, stalkers and junkies in the library loos within the traditional 'I intend to work out my four weeks notice...' sort of thing.
The more dramatic the better!