It's a nice day, so why don't you just fucking guess what's in my mouth right now, okay?
A) The stomach-twisting conflict of wanting very badly to quit my job right now, but not having another job to go to
B) A nice game of
ro-sham-boC) An abusive, gun-toting colleague who has more temper tantrums than my 3-year-old-niece
D) The deeply disquieting fact that I'm
still the only grown-up at my workplace, which would shock the living daylights out of anyone even casually glancing at this website
E) The delightful feeling I'll get when I
do quit and leave the lot of them in the lurch, even if it means I take a job as a jismopper at the local peep show for $2.00/hour and all the spooge I can eat
F) The horrible idea that I've finally become that person I've dreaded becoming my entire adult life: a guy who hates his job
G) A big, fat oh, forget it
UPDATE: The answer is now most likely H) A long talk with the boss where I scared the shit out of him when I implied that I was thinking about resigning.