This arrived by email the other day, sent by a friend and colleague who continues to toil under the watchful gaze of a farked regime.

• I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
• Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
• The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist
• I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
• Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
• I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn
• I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.

I found this short blog entry on how to quit your job. While useful (it's full of the usual stuff about giving notice, writing vague resignation letters, and other bromides) we think that there are ways to spice up the process.

There are lots of ways to let your company know that you quit. How about these time-tested techniques:

1. Place a mannequin in your cubicle, dressed like you, and take off for an unannounced six-week vacation in Cabo San Lucas.
2. Come to work wearing nothing but a bowtie.
3. Attend the next all-hands-on-deck meeting with a tape recorder and a big-assed microphone, and tell them you are collecting supporting evidence.