Quitting Job Is Hard Work

Evening folks. Yeah, I had a mental breakdown at work today. I didn’t yell or hurt anybody, but I decided I couldn’t work in that hack shop one more minute. Being the sensible person I am, I called JDubs for advice: answer this question lover – do I stay at work and have a coniption fit or do I quit? She said if I can’t stand it, just get out now (and she works in HR). “No two weeks?” I asked. She said, “You had a similar break down two weeks ago and two weeks before that. I don’t think I can listen to this song and dance in another two weeks from now. Just quit.”
I said, “What about money and evrything else?”
“We’ll figure it out later. Just get out,” she said. And she hung up. I sat there for a moment thinking of all the reasons not to quit and then remembered the reasons I should. My happiness is important. My sanity is important. I deserve better. That’s true. Without haste I went to my boss and told her this is it, “this job is killing me.” No notice. Just ‘poof’. I’m gone. Hardest decision I’ve had to make in a long time. Best choice I’ve ever made. Hooray me! I now have the opportunity to be what I want to be, a sex toy salesman/ventriliquist. Now the work worth doing begins and I couldn’t be more frightened.