And this is why the act of quitting jobs is a joyous activity.
Originally posted on The New York Observer:
I hated working for my boss. He was lying to me about compensation. And I felt like I had to kiss his ass all the time so he would like me.
One morning during a meeting, I got up to go to the bathroom. I didn’t get my coat. I didn’t clean my office. I walked out of the building. I took a train 70 miles to get home. And I didn’t leave my bed for two weeks while they called and emailed. I never spoke to them again.