Now, I tried to be nice, I tried to put my two weeks in.
Trying for civility only goes so far. You try to be humble and understanding, and do things the right way, but it doesn't quite work out. When an 'executive' refuses to listen and goes out of his way to make you uncomfortable during your last three days of employment, its time to walk.

Walking out mid-shift was incredibly gratifying.

Bike n' roll, fuck you. Most of all, fuck you, Colin the executive. Nobody cares about the fact that you were in special services, help me unload the truck or get out of the way if you're going to talk about the military on your cellphone for forty-five minutes.

Goodbye, bureaucracy bike, and all of your excessive paperwork.

Freedom is grand.