As discerning readers have noticed, I have been extremely unhappy with my job. Crappy company, crappy project, crappy boss. This morning I quit. Like most of us I am scared of the unknown but it feels so good to shed this job. It's like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. For longer than I care to remember I have hated that job within two steps out of bed every morning.

What's next? No idea. The market is not exactly crawling with FoxPro jobs and that is the only thing I have demonstrable skills for. It's going to be a radical change. But hey, in every catastrophe there is opportunity, right? My two closest coworders said the same thing: this is an opportunity. And I am looking at it that way.

My daughters will not be here this weekend so I am going to indulge myself. I am leaving on the 2:48 train downtown and will revisit the Taste of Chicago. After that, the Westin on Michigan Ave. I could use a heavenly bed.