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Fantasies:

Pack up my personal stuff, type up a letter saying "I quit," leave it on a desk, and walk out on Friday and never come back.

Magically spiff up the entire house and yard in one weekend, sell it in a heartbeat (that much *could* be true, luckily), and magically transport to ... I don't know where. Anywhere else. Someplace where it isn't raining all the time, where there's sun and warm ocean to swim in nearby.

Watch most-despised cow-orker, who promotes enormous waste in the name of effciency with regularly, wither and die under my gaze. He's transported and resurrected somewhere where I never, ever have to see or talk to him again.

Dive down under the water and swim, swim, and never surface; have the moment be suspended forever.