Exactly one year ago today I quit my job.
We don’t often speak of it that way but that’s what I did. I’ve worked since I was fourteen years old and I’d never quit a job, ever. I can tell you that no one was as shocked as me (and more than a few people were shocked) and it came as such a surprise that even I was blindsided.
In fairness the job I quit wasn’t really the job I quit, the one I truly quit was the one I gave the appropriate two weeks notice and left for another job. Unfortunately the job I left for was the wrong job but I took it because I knew the job I was leaving was probably going to kill me. The job I took had promise and seemed in theory a good fit for me but after about a month I realized I couldn’t have been more wrong. The job seemed to fit all my interests and the people there were nice but the more I talked about it to others the more I realized it wasn’t going to be for me.