Everybody at work have been expecting it to happen and it took a bit longer than usual but it did happen. I hit the wall. I am done, finished, it's over, the fat lady has sung. Oh it's not a surprise as it happens every year at this time. Tonight, about halfway through a holiday party for 500, I looked at TommyB and said, "I'm going home." He heard the tone of my voice and I believe he said, "OH...please go home." That sentence translates to, "OH DEAR GOD PLEASE GO HOME BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T GO HOME I KNOW YOU WILL STAY HERE AND COMPLAIN AND WHINE UNTIL MY EARS BLEED." Of course I would.