And I could not be happier. I handed in my two-week notice first thing yesterday morning. My last day is August 8th.
Envy me, wage slaves!
Congratulations.
I envy you. I am happy for you. You give me hope.
In fact, you INSPIRE me! I’m getting the hell out of here.
oh hey- what kind of job do you have (had)?
Well I’m working at cheese factory tomorrow. Jealous? You should be. I’ll be surrounded by cheesy goodness all day long and you… well, you won’t. Ha!
I work for an evil insurance company. I answer phone calls all day long from stupid people who can’t read. And the reason I answer phone calls all day long is because the other people who work here screw up everything and then refuse to accept telephone calls from the people they fuck over, leaving me and mine to absorb their wrath. The people who work here are perhaps the least competent agregate of humanity it has ever been my misfortune to encounter.
But even that was not enough to drive me away. No, what did it was the complete and total inflexibility of management to accomodate me in any way. I’m going to school to get a paralegal certificate. To finish it this year, I have to take a class during the day. No way around it, it’s required and only offered days. So I asked to work part-time or for a schedule change to stay here taking as many of my 80 phone calls a day as I could. No deal. I was told on Friday that because I’m a UNION employee and because the union contract describes certain shifts, the shift I’m on is the one I’m expected to work. My dept manager actually said that the company was not going to “reward” me for going to school.
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Just sat back down at my desk from my semi-annual performance review. Yes, my supervisor actually just gave me a performance review along with RECOMMENDATIONS FOR FUTURE PERFORMANCE. These people are insane.
It’s even more fun when it’s a job you absolutely hate and you just walk, leaving chaos and confusion behind you. 
I live in Wisconsin. I’m surrounded by cheesy goodness 24/7, 365 days a year and twice on Sundays. Neener neener neener!
And here it sounds like some of those losers will have to actually do work, or they’ll be fired themselves! Good job, Otto!