Ok, by now you're thinking "man, this guy can't hold a job". But it's
really the exact opposite - a job can't hold me. I keep on working
myself up the corporate ladder quicker than Lance Armstrong in a race.
This is just a prediction, but in two years I will be a Director or a
Vice President of a large company. Not many people know 26 languages
and can architect an entire application on multiple operating systems
from start to finish, do database design to front-end design, and code
standalone applications to web applications. I guess you could say I
am in high demand. I'm not bragging, it's just true. Well, it finally
has happened. The government got wind of my talents. A recruiter
called me up last week and asked me to interview. After a series of
interviews I finally got an offer today(more pay and benefits) and
accepted it. I will now be a Software Architect for the IRS. I think
it is really cool. I will be working on the largest system in the
world. For those that know me, there will be an extensive background
check. So if someone from the IRS calls you, don't get scared and hang
up. Also, for the first time I am burning a bridge. I really don't
want to work here anymore and I can't put much effort into it. So I am
going to forego the standard 2 week notice and go to the mountains
next week. I am going to quit tomorrow. I could just stop showing up,
or I could write a letter and mail it to them. I could write a whole
website in the time it takes for me to work for 2 weeks, but I don't
want to. I think I'll walk in to the bosses office tomorrow and say
"Umm, I quit, if you need me, I'll be in the mountains. Have a good
life!" For now I am quietly packing everything and saving all my
favorites and stuff. Little do they know....

Thought of the Day
"I feel bad for him too, but he'll get another job. I mean, let's face
it, it's not a profession where you embellish your resume and undergo
a series of grueling interviews."
"Oh, like you really know busboys."
"Oh, like you do."
"Hey, at least I was a camp waiter."
"Camp."
"It was a fat camp. Those kids depended on me."
- Jerry and George, in "The Busboy"