Joe vs. the Volcano or Quitting

another monday, and here i am at work. every day on my way to work i feel like this:




seriously, when i get off the subway at 59th and try to push my way up those stairs, i start singing this song in my head while scenes from joe vs. the volcano and metropolis (the 80s version) flash through my head. i know, i know, i watched a lot of movies growing up....

anyway, maybe you've noticed my unrest as of late. a lot of this is due to the fact that it's supposedly getting nicer outside, and i hate being cooped up inside.

and a lot of it has to do with the building tension about my job. (i'm too social. we'll leave it at that....)

so, when i finally got the opportunity to quit, i wanted it to go something like this:



but it wasn't at all like that. in fact, meg ryan didn't even bother to show up to work, thank you very much meg. no, my bosses were really nice and supportive about my leaving, which meant that i couldn't be mean to them. especially since they didn't ask me about why i was leaving or anything. hmph.

but no worries, because now, i feel like this:



and if i'm happy, you're happy, right? right.