I'd finally gotten in the stuff I'd ordered:
Loaded it up in the car and headed in to work.
Traffic was traffic.
Got to work, grabbed the stuff, and went inside.
Went to EBM's office, shut the door, and took a seat in his chair.
Grab some paper and a Sharpie, write the words "[EBM] did this. You win, [EBM]."
Cut a small hole in the bag, put one end of the hose in there and made sure it was sealed.
Other end of the hose obviously went to the helium tank, sealed properly as well.
And then I put the bag over my head and wrapped a few rounds of duct tape around my neck to seal it there.
Opened the valve to the tank and took regular, calm breaths.
"Fuck you," I say.
Hours later, EBM gets in to work.
Strolls into the office and sees his door is shut.
"Who the fuck is in my office?" he asks, turning the knob and pushing the door open.
Yeah...
It's time for me to quit.
Notification scheduled for delivery to site lead at 0900, and I've removed the reminder to stop it.
I'd say it's been fun, but...
It really fucking hasn't.