So Long, Suckers!

Many years ago, I had a job I didn't much care for. The company made up for the long hours and high-stress environment with a fabulously tiny paycheck. All I ever did was work, and when I wasn't working, I was talking about working. I was well on my way to becoming a Washington Tool.

In fact, I became so insufferable that my sister loaned me money so I could get the hell out. So I did. I prepared two resignation letters. The first letter was the standard, "It's not you, it's me, I need room to grow and boy howdy have I learned a lot!"

The second was written in crayon and said, "So long, suckers!"

I submitted the first. To this day, I wish I'd had the nerve to submit the second. It is the sole regret of my life.

With that, I'm outta here. And, in honor of that long-ago day when I learned that, sometimes, quitting is the better part of valor:

SO LONG, SUCKERS!

Oh, this isn't my last post or anything. Don't cry! I'm just leaving town and on blog-cation for a few days. I'm headed to Chapel Thrill, North Cackalackee for football, beer, and possibly some more beer. I'll be back soon enough.

PS - In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day:

What's a pirate's favorite candy?

Caaaaarrrrramels!