Thank you. For killing the insect I hated so much. Thank you, for taking an empty aerosol can and put it on top of the now-already-dead-ish insect, so it won’t escape or sprung back to life. Thank you for kicking or stomping on that petty insect so I can go back to my workspace. The pay may not be as great, well I didn’t really do much work, just the basic drafting works and the office itself is like a concrete bunker with no direct natural ventilation or lighting or ..(the list of how the office condition is dreadful but bearable could go on). But the thing that made this firm alive is the atmosphere, the people and the office culture. These small things that people show each other that they care. Plus, we aren’t monitored 24/7 for slacking off sometimes, but we make sure to get the job done by ends meet.
I wish I can express how sorry I was to the trees (and to my Boss)for my own dumb mistakes.