I had finally mustered the courage to get up to my boss, and tell him I quit. It was a terrible ordeal. I was ashamed for whatever subconscious reason. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, right? Right.

And so I quit. Told 'em I'd stick around for a good two weeks. Not very true since I'm leaving 3 days prior to my supposed final date. And they don't know that. Another dilemma. Jeez. I don't wanna keep coming up to my boss and telling him my dramatic situations. If anything I don't want to see him and come across him, much less talk to him. He's this military type, ya know. So, I don't really like to be under scrutiny all the time. You never know what goes on behind these army people's heads.

I feel as if I shouldn't be there anymore. It's a little awkward. I already quit, for Pete's sakes. I shouldn't have to stick my butt inside that room. The fact that I'm still gonna get paid is the only consolation-- and the bonus I expect to be getting for being a part of Medtronic's successful fiscal year. Other than that, I would really be sooo much happier just spending time lounging around like a whale at home.