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My Bravest Self Would . . .
Quit My Job, You Betcha!
Wouldn’t anyone who had the balls, quit their job. Especially if they hate it! I’d walk out the door and wave my hand goodbye in a heartbeat [or more likely wave a specific finger]. Slinging a cheeseburger with pickles and ketchup. I quit! Straightening cans of Del Monte lima beans. I quit! Taking an order of chocolate chip pancakes, biscuits and gravy, eggs benedict. With a side of bacon, a cup of coffee, and two glasses of apple juice. From a cranky mother and her screaming kids. While the kids are squirting ketchup all over the place. I quit!
The Great Resignation is upon us! It seems droves of people are being their bravest selves these days. Good for you! Keep going. Show those employers you’re not going to take it anymore. How many dream about not only telling their boss off but their co-workers and the customers.
Full disclosure I do taxes. Don’t ask me how I ended up here, I still wonder that. I’ve realized that I don’t want to do someone else’s taxes anymore. I hate doing my own. I’m going to quit. I am attempting to get through this tax season. April 17, c’mon! No guarantees. I’m only in the second week and I’m ready to walk out the door. Wish me luck!
NOTE: I NEVER condone violence as you are quitting your job [but it’s great to fantasize]. That’s one reason I write.
Move to a jungle? Better. Move everywhere! Travel the world. Keep on quitting!
