Working is a drag, so quit! — Guest blog by Greg King

Editor’s note: Jess recently said of our ol’ college friend Greg, “He’s undoubtedly one of the most ridiculous characters I’ve ever met, and I mean that in the best way possible.” I’m inclined to agree, and I think you will be, too, after reading today’s guest blog.

Working is a fact of life.  You do it for the money and occasionally don’t mind doing it.  Regrettably, I hate my current job.  It’s not a new thing for me.
 
I’ve been a paper boy, Dunkin’ Donuts clerk (twice), dishwasher, pizza delivery guy, pizza chef (twice), line cook, mover, garbage man (twice), infectious blood lab technician, warehouse worker, TV salesman, assistant kindergarten teacher, computer helpdesk technician, graphic designer, stock boy, mason, health and safety officer, building inspector, de-salinization plant worker, and environmental engineer (twice).
 
With all that work experience, I’ve admittedly done a lot of quitting. When it comes to leaving a job, everyone’s got their own personal style. Me, I’m the excuse-maker, though I wish that weren’t the case.  I daydream about quitting my current gig in the style of this legendary scene from 1998’s stoner comedy Half Baked:
 

 
That’s not how it will go down, though. Instead — as in the past — I’ll awkwardly walk into my boss’s office, avoid eye contact as I sit and proceed to fidget. I put in my two weeks’ notice in a professional manner.  And regardless of how “well” I walk out the door, I will still feel guilty for quitting — even though the reality of the situation is the company has made countless dollars off my misery, and we are all replaceable.  
 
My advice? Next time you leave a job, don’t feel bad about it. Perhaps, during those last two weeks, you could even consider writing an informative guest blog on the company’s time, as I just did.

E-mail Greg at gkinger@gmail.com.