What I did: Quit my soul sucking job

I don't have a lot to say on the topic other than I quit my job.  I put in my notice and they said I could leave right then.  I got to take a box of personal items and leave.  Most of the personal items ended up in the trash, including plants as who wants the shit they had on their desks to distract themselves from the terrible job they worked at?  Not this gal.  


I went out to lunch with my extended family during the weeks I was deciding what to do about my hellish situation.  The discussion included my young cousins, three girls who are 11, 9, and 5.  For some reason, I felt it was important for them to hear an adultish person speaking honestly about emotions and the decision making process.  I recounted to them that I often got so overwhelmed at work I would go to the bathroom and cry and that recently, this was happening multiple times a day due to stress and the generally abusive environment.  My 9 year old cousin, who I have a total soft spot for anyway, as the lone other curly haired cousin and a very talented dancer in her own right, gave me the advice that tipped the scales.  She looked at me with an extremely supportive face and said, "NO.  No.  Don't waste any more tears.  No more for that job.  You need to save your tears for happy things.  Tears of joy!"  She got more animated and excited as she spoke of the good tears.  I don't know how I managed to not completely break down right then as she saw the situation far more clearly than any of my potty mouthed friends telling me to eff that place or don't be so effing stupid to leave a job now, but I made it through lunch and at least to my car before crying some of those happy tears in gratitude for her wisdom.  Kids can be the bomb sometimes.
And now I never have to go to that place again.
What sucks about working?  A lot of things.  Most of them are covered in this brilliant article.  
We are often verbally abused on the job and we take it because we think it's normal that people would yell at us.
We are deluded into thinking our job-friends are  our real-friends. With our job friends we talk about pens and cubicles.  We stop having real-friends.
From 7am to 7pm you are either going to  work, at work, or coming back from work. The times when you can be most  creative are garbage-compacted into your cubicle.
When you are paranoid  at a job, you are probably correct. THEY are, in fact, talking about you  and backstabbing you right now.
More to come on this development.  I'm not going to lie, it's stressful and a struggle, but instead of the struggle being for the respect and admiration of people I neither respect nor admire it's a struggle for ME.  And that is something I'm willing to punch and fight and claw and think positively and campaign and uncover my most delicate and bruised bits to achieve.  Take that, Universe!