Oh, and by the way…

I quit.

Next week sometime, I have to drop by and say goodbye to everyone, and pick up the last of my things (I think I left behind a Drew Barrymore issue of Rolling Stone, a mug, a koosh guy, and my plant,) and hand in an official paper letter of resignation. That’s it. I’m free.

Now what?

9 Comments

  • daruba

    February 1, 2001 at 1:48 pm

    now…

    whatever you want….

  • jeroen

    February 1, 2001 at 2:00 pm

    Par-tay?

  • highlearn

    February 1, 2001 at 2:08 pm

    Explosives.. lots and lots of .. wait, this is a public entry.

    *hides explosives*

    • Jenny Lee Silver

      February 1, 2001 at 2:12 pm

      MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm explosives mmmmmmmmm

  • cyn

    February 1, 2001 at 2:08 pm

    congrats!!!!

  • corachaos

    February 1, 2001 at 2:16 pm

    Congrats.

  • magicwoman

    February 1, 2001 at 2:21 pm

    Time to live

    without work pressuring you. I wish you a regeneration and new direction. . .

  • magicwoman

    February 1, 2001 at 2:28 pm

    Song Lyrics from Cyndi Lauper

    Come On Home

    It will be
    whatever it is you’re looking for
    It will be
    whatever it is you need
    It will be better
    even though I know you’re not sure
    Remember the rain even comes down in Shangri-La
    Look up as it soaks into your skin
    and remember who you are and . . .

    Come on home
    when the road that you’ve
    been walking gets too long
    Don’t be scared
    in case the grass you thought was
    greener isn’t there
    You can come on home

    If you find the sun don’t shine through every window
    If you find a moonlit night
    still makes you blue
    If you find out why you
    feel the way you do
    Glance over your shoulder girl
    you know I’ll be there
    I’ve found in the past you know,
    sometimes life isn’t fair so . . .

    Come on home
    when the road that you’ve been
    walking gets too long

    Don’t be scared
    in case the grass you thought
    was greener isn’t there
    You can come on home
    When life isn’t fair
    don’t go there
    You can come on home

  • ex_ilona40

    February 1, 2001 at 3:12 pm

    wOOt!

    and now… a nice cup of tea?

    congrats!