The only time I've ever quit a job was one working for my family's church, whose minister my parents were close frends with. Didn't allow for much in the way of catharsis, although not having to get up early on Sundays when I was carrying a 21 hour college course load and working 25+ hours a week at my other job felt good enough on its own.

You were asked to rewrite a resignation letter? Wow.

I haven't had a good cathartic quit. I feel like I'm missing out.

PLus, I sit on an exercise ball at work and that won't work so well with crinolines and all that fullness.

looks down at exercise ball, crinolines and full skirt

Huh? I haven't had any problems with it. And I *always* think you should wear big fifties dresses.

you are more talented than I am. really more to do with the crampedness of my desk arrangement. 60s and 70s is big fifties dress weather. high 80s, nsm.

At one job, I had written a resignation letter but then changed my mind and put it in my drawer (I wasn't bright). My boss, looking for something while I was out of the office, found it and called me into his office when I got back. He showed me the letter and said, "I accept."

I've never had a big scene resignation, either. Several times, I've gotten myself all geared up for some crazy reaction from my crazy boss, but each time, she's just said, "Oh, OK. Good luck."

It's kind of good to see Rebecca Romijn these days. Not because I'm all schadenfreudey, but because a) she bruises, b) she's not uber-toned and c) her posture is ... well, she's normal. We all know what she's looked like before and what she'll look like again, but right now, she's just some size 6/8 chick with an amazing hip/waist ratio.

oh yeah - this won't be a big deal. My guess is they won't say anything unless it is to try to guilt me into more days.

You were asked to rewrite a resignation letter? Wow.

Guy was living in severe denial -- was still offering me my job back, a year later, after I'd moved out of the country. Of course, I was replaced by an hourly consultant and a new in-house employee, both working 40 hours a week to do my job. He basically just wishes he'd paid me what I had asked for.

He showed me the letter and said, "I accept."

Okay, ow. Some lessons you don't want to have to learn with such .. clarity.

I disagreed, throwing down my hat, and the little pin they'd given me as an award for selling so much per hour, and said I most certainly could, would, and did quit

Love it. The little tin dictator I yelled at on the air didn't like me because he wanted part time on-air people to take extra hours soliciting advertising clients (dude, I was a DJ. I suck at sales). He came by to chirp at me because I had a buddy in the library pulling records for me to play, so I gave him both barrels when he came around a second time to harp at me. (This is a guy who never acknowledged the on-air people.) The expresion on the face of the guy who was going on air after me (a guy from Montreal called Harry K) was just priceless, as he had the speaker on in the other studio and could see the conversation through the glass. Telling the station manager to get stuffed, live, hurt me so badly that my next job was in a bigger market for more money.