I’m 33 years old. I’ve got several bills to pay and I just quit my job of eight and a half years with no real plan for the future. Life is good. I hope.
If you know me personally, this news probably comes as much of a surprise to you as me. Twenty-four hours ago I didn’t think I would be sitting at home now unemployed. And yet at 4:30am I found myself punching out for the last time and getting in my frigid car to drive home. Continue reading