Another Monday Morning

You decide that dancing to techno just isn't your thing, so you decide to leave the building. Before going, you place a cardboard cutout of yourself behind your desk, and open a few important-looking spreadsheets on the computer. Success! Reaching into the back of your drawer marked "2008 Invoice Citations", you pull out your trusty parachute. "Hasta la Vista, baby!" you shout as you crash through the plate glass window, slowly drifting through the clouds from your 42nd floor office towards the bustling city streets below. You cue up "I Can See for Miles" on your iPod as you try to decide on where to land. Where to?