Dick:  Christina, we need to have a talk
Xina:  About what?
Dick:  It doesn't seem like it's working out for you here....you don't seem happy
Xina: (look that implies, really? no shit, you're just now realizing this?)
Dick:  So how can we fix it?
Xina:  We can't. I hate this job, it can't be fixed.  I quit.
Dick:  Well you know, I'm usually a pretty good judge of character, and some people just can't handle it....maybe you'd do better someplace more structured.  Maybe a 9-5 job, until you get married and have kids.
Xina: (at this point it's all I can do not to just....slap him.  But my mother taught me not to burn my bridges so I just smile tensely and leave)

And that is how I quit my job.