Make me into a bird

I've had it. I'm finished. I give up.
No overtime. No concessions. No more.

Make me into a bird so that I can fly away.

Perhaps I would fly to the west. I would soar over the great ocean until I reached a new land...






...Or not.

Perhaps I would fly to the North. I would navigate the grand coastline and see the majestic mammals that are elegant and extravagant and....





...endangered.

Perhaps I would fly to the south.








But I would rather not live in the states.


Perhaps I would just stay put, open a bottle of wine and build a nest. It's not that bad here. See:











And in case I needed one more reason to stay:










Everything is relative. Keep it in perspective.