Quitting My Job

The other day I decided to quit my job and move away.

I had always dreamed of doing it too: Walking into the boss’s office and raging on about the way I had been treated and how he ought to go do this and that to himself. Don’t judge me, you’ve had this fantasy too. Just imagine your smug, old boss in his smug, old chair with that smug, old face, and then just the sweetness of freely being able to rage all over him and his stupid, smug face.

Unfortunately, I love my job and the people for whom...