Printing and signing 14 copies of a letter of resignation was not an easy task. Handing them out was even more difficult. If I wasn't met with shocked expressions, I was greeted with "Well, I kinda figured... You're too good for this job, anyway..."
Tell me something I don't know.
One particular lawyerman grinned at me, took my envelope cordially and said "Good Luck" - I wanted to toss his client chair at him, Springer-style. But I've tried to remain professional and, so far, at 9:03 AM, I have managed to do so.
However, the day is still young.
I can't believe I actually quit this mind-numbing, butt-flattening, over-demanding, under-paying peice of crap job.
And that I'm actually upset about it...