I still remember the soulless cubicle the day I left it. All photos of friends and family were taken down, company documents were piled in a neat stack, and the push pins on the cork board were arranged into a star.
My name tag was off around my neck. I looked around and stuck it promptly under the pile of documents. I pushed in the chair and never walked back.
There was simply an email written to my supervisor that I quit my job and letting her know why I wasn’t coming back on Monday. I made sure to turn off my phone that weekend so none of my coworkers would call, asking what happened.
Oh, did I mention I had no job to go to the following week after I quit my job, or any plans on how I would earn a living?