Rerun of the desire to have a train solve my problems for me

I once posted an entry about how I was having such a crappy day that I wished a train would kill me.

This is pretty much a rerun of that post, except amended to say that, as I was walking Dodger tonight, a truck passed us on the road and I remember thinking, "I kinda wish that truck would swerve and kill me." 

(Geez, I'm pretty dramatic, aren't I?)

In a completely related note, I got a signed "final warning" letter from the major boss that says my performance has not been up to par. (Long story. I'm not even going into it now, or my anger will flare up and I will sin in all kinds of ways just short of cursing and throwing up my trusty middle fingers.)

So, basically, it appears I will be kicked to the curb soon. Luckily, I'm on vacation next week, so I have plenty of time to decide if it's smarter to quit or be fired, and what kinds of cheeky things I'll say on the way out if I do get the boot of doom.

Oh, I guess I can also job hunt for jobs that don't exist.

P.S. Other positive? Maybe I *won't* have to work this Christmas! *insert eyeroll here*