Short-Timer's Disease

I've got it bad. I put in my notice over a week ago now. I can barely stand it. I've got Short-Timer's Disease real bad. I just want tell everyone I don't give a shit that their projects are due next week. Hell, I won't even be here next week, beyotch! Oh, you have a deadline, do you? Tough shit asshole! I stopped caring about your deadlines months ago.

Short-Timer's is like professional Tourette's Syndrome. I can't control what I say and the most inappropriate outbursts are likely to come out of my mouth at the most inopportune times. I've just gotta survive two more days without burning all my bridges. Avoid meetings and interactions with the boss. That's the plan and I'm stickin' to it. Two more days and then, from the privacy of my car, while I watch the campus get smaller in my rear view... "FUCK Y'ALL!"