Pop Goes the Bubble!

I had to quit (had to? so dramatic, this one) yesterday when my boss called me to tell me not to bother coming in. They had sold the office chairs, so there would be nowhere to sit to work.

Are you kidding me?

They're in the process of moving to a new office because they can't afford rent on their beachfront property any longer. When they started liquidating the company furniture, I was a little worried. When they didn't transfer my phone extension to the new office? I was a lot worried.

I quit via email. I had some reservations about doing this because it seemed about equivalent to a text message breakup. But, I was informed that you are allowed to text message breakup with a "lame ass boyfriend." Besides, what else was I supposed to do? Show up at an abandoned office and slip my resignation letter under the door?

I got an email back thanking me for being so straightforward (i.e. "we were going to fire you anyways because there's no money to pay you"), and assuring me that they really really liked me. Aww! I love being loved!

But love won't pay the bills!

... Or will it?

Excuse me, I have something I need to work on.