You know that scene in the movie where the guy gets up from his desk and quits his job, storms out of his oppressive office, and basically tells all of his coworkers - especially his boss - that they can kiss his ass? That was me on the morning of January 25. Except, there was no dramatic walkout, no staplers thrown across the room, nor any angry proclamations made by the watercooler. After four-and-a-half years of experiencing the insanity, pressure and overall awesomeness of commercial production at Anonymous Content , I have decided to move on. If Oprah, Regis, and the president of Egypt can leave, then so can I (from now on, I'm considering 2011 the Year of Great Departures). The natural question on the lips of everyone who's known about my resignation is: What are you going to do next? (Translation: How are you ever going to afford your Prius payments, your lifestyle, your rent?) My answer, for lack of a better explanation, is: Everything. For those who don't liv
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