I Quit My Job Today.

sarah knight
Jun 10, 2015 · 7 min read

(And so can you!)

I plotted, I schemed, I rehearsed my quitting speech. I mustered my cojones.

Let me be clear: this is like saying that a single fifteen-year-old in the Zhengzhou factory is critical to Apple making its quarterly numbers.

(And still, when I showed up a couple months later to pay my respects at her mother’s wake, she introduced me to the gathered crowd as, “My assistant who abandoned me when my mother was dying,” ensuring that even after doing everything above board, I now felt retroactively bad about quitting.)

But mostly I quit because I was really, really unhappy.

Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?

A: Happy.

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