Two more days of work and I'm done. Goodbye administration. Goodbye sad, bitter secretaries and arrogant managers. Goodbye to the grey walls of my cubicle, lite rock and the tick of the clock.

From www.despair.com

And my heartiest 'fuck you' to rote wage labour. You've consumed too many lives, and although I'm not escaping, I'm keeping you at arm's length for the next while.