I gave notice at my job last week.

While drinking the rum eggnog at the Christmas party I got a chance to see how the inmates really feel about working in an environment whose steady politeness and good benefits turns people into walking corpses.

My friend Tim refers to that day as "the day all fun ended." And then there was Mike and Tom who said that they had been there too long to retire. Tom went on to say that after five or six years he thought "what am I doing here?" But now, SEVENTEEN YEARS LATER he's (presumably) comfortable with seeing life as one steady lifeless journey towards retirement.

I wanted to run around the h'ourdeurves table shouting "Step away from the spiked eggnog and Kaluah coffee for one moment and realize that you don't have to go to another depressing office party if you really don't want to for one more day of your life! Just let go of your fear!"

But I realized that they would all look at me like I'm crazy. And probably I am. Because I'm leaving a job with "GOOD BENEFITS" and I don't have another one. But the truth is....

....just for today, I feel free!