Breaking the Big News
This morning I informed my boss that I was giving him my two-weeks notice. Before I even finished the sentence he was mouthing it along with me and shaking his head and chuckling.
Ok, good. Guess he’s not mad. Or surprised.
The talk was quick and delightfully painless. He asked why I was leaving. I lied and went with the most lady-like answer (because I THINK YOU’RE A FUCKING CUNT RAG really just isn’t a way to ensure a good reference in the future). He asked what my new salary was. I told him. His mouth dropped.
