I absolutely cannot wait to quit my job. I work for a golf blog with a caveman mascot. I work for 40hrs/week writing about drivers, wedges, etc. in the voice of a caveman (ex: "This here club is perfect for yer golfin' needs"). kill me.
Oh yeah, and I'm about to go off and get my PhD in English Literature. I think this job is actually making me dumber. Hopefully, by the time I quit I'll still be intelligent enough to make it through my grad program.
I'm moving the opposite direction, WI to CA. I'm planning on selling all of my bigger stuff and buying new stuff once I get there. My books will be shipped by media mail. Then I'll play a game of tetrus and try to fit everything else into my car.