While working with my boss on developing a Project plan for a project that is likely to become my full-time job for most of 2012, I kept thinking of more and more variables and requirements that needed to be addressed:
Me: (Thinks of yet another thing that needs to be done) Fuck.
Me: You know what? Fuck it. I quit.
Me: I quit. I'm just going to take my chances out there in the world without a job. Good luck with this.
Boss: Sit your ass back down.
While on the phone with my mom:
Mom: Do you have a tree up?
Me: ...this is your son, Jon.
Mom: Oh, right.