
For months, I'd been adding to my emergency fund to allow myself the option to quit. I also made sure I was prepared financially to kiss my paycheck goodbye. And I made sure to wrap up all major items I was working on before my last day to not leave anyone particularly in the lurch. In my official letter, I thanked my boss for taking me on and teaching me a lot, which he actually did. I gave my firm a month's notice, which I was able to do in the absence of having another job lined up. I could no longer let that happen, and so I resigned. Then I realized that I'd been doing the same thing for months - letting an unpleasant work experience spill over into my personal life and mess with my general well-being. But what made me finally throw in the towel was the fact that as I sat there at dinner that night, I couldn't stop fuming over the events that had just transpired.

The only reason I stayed so long was that the pay was fantastic, and I was hesitant to give it up. The environment was toxic, and while the work itself was interesting, it wasn't what I wanted to do with my career. The funny thing is that I really should've resigned from that job years before I did. And the next day, I composed my resignation letter. I went to dinner reeling over the two incidents while my friends tried to distract me with just about every other topic imaginable. is hardly a half day, but to be fair, I'm sure he was trying to be obnoxious more so than inquire as to whether I was actually working half a day.

Now, the last time I checked, working from 8:00 a.m. I had finished up my work for the day and was gathering my belongings when another coworker looked up at the clock, saw what time it was, and asked, in the snidest tone possible, "Half day today?"


The next episode happened just moments later. Rather than accept my answer and pursue an alternate solution, he proceeded to berate me for wanting to have a social life. I politely explained that I had plans after work and had to leave by 5:30 myself - something I rarely did, but also something I was by no means obligated to clear with him or my boss. conference call in his place because he had to leave unexpectedly. The first was when a colleague asked me to jump on a 6:00 p.m.
