Quit

Well I did it yesterday at the end of business-

Heard those magic words out of Bosslady's mouth: "I've gotta go, like, in ten minutes and I still have to get the wire transfers done..." She rushes to her office. I follow, letter in hand...

"Bosslady, something else needs to be talked about."

In response to this I get the deer in headlights look of fear.

"This is a resignation letter." I hand her an envelope. To my amazement she visibly relaxes! The buggers were trying to figure out how to sever me before Monday!

"OK," she says quickly turning back to her computer screen.

As I back away towards the closed door: "If you wish to talk about this tomorrow..." before I finish the sentence I'm already standing in the doorway.

"Yeah, OK."

And I put on my jacket and leave, leave, LEAVE!

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'cause I wasn't too much of a jerk I gave them notice 'til this Friday, the original last day when I told them I wanted parental leave.

We'll see what kind of interesting response I get when I walk through the door this morning...

Stay tuned.