Ragosa: I did it because, um, I wanted to do one decent thing in this job before I quit. Administrator: You're quitting? Ragosa: Yeah. I quit. I don't wanna do this job anymore. I had a piece of my brain removed to give to my tumor. Most people could barely recite the alphabet after that, but I have all of my faculties and I refuse to push paper at a place where everybody hates me! Aaaah. This feels so good. You have no idea how good it feels to finally do what you want to do. Yes. Yes. I quit and I could not be happier.