I did it! I just pranced out of my boss’ office after tossing her my resignation letter. Years of mindless work, thankless tasks, and listening to unbearable tales about my boss’ personal life, all slide off my back. It takes a reckless, gutsy soul to fearlessly tell your ungrateful boss to stuff it. Not everybody has a spirit stout enough to accomplish such a thing. I give myself a mental pat on the back. I can count three ladies in my office who are wishing they were me. ME, with not a care in the world, and on my way to get a mid morning coffee. I stop at the post office on my way, pick up the mail, and see bills. My fancy free feeling begins to sag, and my job exit glow starts to fade. London escort jobs are hard to come by. I need a job and now!