What a wonderful thread! The stories are so good!
I decided that I'd had enough - the next MS, shining star, (me!), and I knew the sh*t was going to hit the fan soon because I stopped reporting time and could care less what they said. My last meeting, I just sat there and thought to myself "I can't do this anymore.", and left. I took the weekend off to look for an apartment about 450 kms away in a wonderful town, packed my bags, and that was the end of me. No goodbyes, nothing. Changed my phone number to an unlisted phone number... the end. People were shocked.
One elder in that town knew me, and was after my address, phone number, etc. I gave him fake ones until one day I saw him from across the way and gave him the finger. I guess he got the hint.
Many years later, I was invited to a funeral - er, um memorial. I got to the outside, saw those morons filing in in they're cheap suits, cookie-cutter haircuts.... I couldn't bring myself to go in. I went out to Starbucks instead. I am NEVER EVER going back, no matter what.