Dear Mr. Jones: You asked me to write a stupid letter in which I tell you why I am leaving your dumb company. Working in this apple plant was the worst job I ever had. Firs to of all, the work was physically hard. For ten hours a night, I took cartons that trolled down a metal track and stacked them onto wooden stands in a tractor-‐trailer. The second bad feature of the job I hated was the pay. I was getting the minimum wage at that time, $3.25 an hour. I had to work over sixty hours a week to get decent take-‐home pay. How much money do you make? I bet it is more than what we make.