The Day After I Quit My Insufferable Job
After a long time, I woke up that morning and didn’t immediately dread my life. I had a slight hangover. For the last two days, loved ones had celebrated the final week of my job with me.
Tequila was involved.
I slapped my palm across the bed to find my phone. Once I felt the cool rectangular shape, I held it up to check the time. 8:13 AM.