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Please Fire Me. Sometimes on my lunch break I drive to the park and cry.

It's a classic Gödelian dilemma*: You can't quit your job because you need health insurance to cover the self-inflicted wounds you could induce when your job makes you want to repeatedly punch yourself in your face. Quitting seems logical, but then you couldn't afford broadband. Without broadband, you'd have a harder time accessing Please Fire Me -- the malemployed's anonymous venting spot/self-esteem booster.

If your boss -- who makes you call him "Emperor," eats shrimp cocktail snacks, and requires 5 AM chauffeuring to his private jet -- sends out company-wide emails stating that budget cuts prevent any further supply of mixed nuts in meetings, even though there were never any mixed nuts to begin with, then this is the site to let the world know.

* Please fire me. I don't know what I'm talking about.