I quit. I... I think I quit.

So I quit my job on Friday morning. Yes, I'm serious. One of my co-workers is an abusive pain in my ass and I've had it. I've pretty much kept it to myself and just dealt with her snottiness for years, but on Friday, it actually interfered with my ability to do my job. My boss knew about it and seemingly refused to address it which both hurt and angered me. He told me to go home for the day (supposedly to "cool off") and I told him I quit.

My boss had two of my friends/co-workers call me and try to talk me out of it to no avail. He subsequently called me on Friday evening and I wouldn't pick up the call. He left me a message on Friday night asking me to call him back. I didn't.

I sent him an e-mail on Saturday afternoon saying I'd be in on Monday morning to clean out my personal belongings. An hour later he sent me an apologetic e-mail asking me to reconsider and talk to him tomorrow morning about the situation when I go in. I agreed. I still think nothing will be done, as I have a few very specific conditions that must be adhered to if I am ever going to return.

It should be interesting and I'll let you know how the showdown goes. My guess is that I will be filing for unemployment benefits on Tuesday. In the meantime, I tried to enjoy the beautiful autumn weather and Steelers win against the Browns. Regrettably, I still have no photos of Steelers garb...only these beauties from North Park. As I've only the shown the ugly view from my ugly office thus far, I feel it's my duty to share some of the finer views around the place from whence I've come. Post-apocalyptic, my butt. :)