Does it look like I give a fuck? 'Cause I don't!

In exactly 26 days on Feb 5th I will be experiencing one of the most liberating days of my adult life, and that will be a result of finally submitting my 2 week notice for resignation. Following my day of liberation, I will endure a slow painful 2 week period in which I will probably have situations where I sit at my desk all day and blog, because I couldn't care less about the mess I leave for these assholes. I already starting packing up my personal belongings in a small envelope box I found in the file room. I haven't mentioned that I will not be coming back after my vacation to Hawaii (that was denied, by the way) but I don't understand how it is not blatantly apparent that I am peacing the fuck out. My desk has been a clusterfuck for 5+ years and last week I finally tore down everything from my walls and desk space, explaining to the nosey ass bitches who inquired about it, that I was simply cleaning for the new year. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces. They are actually going to be surprised that one of their loyal little minion accountants has found a finer path in life than bowing down to their every ridiculous call for a lousy poverty salary. It's going to be glorious.