This morning, I walked into Morgan's office and handed her my letter of resignation.

I couldn't take it anymore. There's really nowhere for me to turn. There's no HR department to turn to -- it's too small a company -- and it's not like I can complain to anyone about this. I mean, I am who I am, looking the way I do, and then there's Morgan. Would ANYONE really take anything I say about sexual harassment seriously? You can BET I'd be ridiculed...

And even if there was an HR department, that's not really the point, is it? Now that this thing has happened with Lana, there's nothing anyone can do about it. No one can FIX this for me. No one even KNOWS what's going on. So you know what? Maybe I'm running away, maybe I'm being a chicken, but frak it all! I'm bailing and I'm moving on. I don't need this job. I don't need this GRIEF!

And now that I've made that decision, I feel strangely relieved and liberated.

Morgan's reaction, you ask? She squirmed through it all. The more upset I got, the louder I spoke, the more she squirmed. And when I told her she'd ruined one of my best relationships with a girl, when I told her I resented her for it, and that I didn't want to see her again, EVER... well, I think she actually had a climax or something.

Merry FRIKKIN' Christmas to me.

--Jaycee