End of another chapter.

I finally quit my miserable job yesterday. I often wonder if I had completely missed my calling this life time. Why is it that I always end up with crap~hardships and obstacles? Some may think I'd be crazy to leave a job during this tough economic time...but I really had no choice. Though I've been miserable and wanted to find a way out, this final decision to leave was sort of forced. The company's failure in management style finally made the decision for me. When is it enough? How much pride do I have to give up, just to keep a job, any job in the current economy. Going to work was like going underwater, holding onto a constant breath and not being able to come up to gasp for air until you step out the door at the end of the day. I had enough. Yes, I need a job. But keeping a job that kills me slowly, mentally and physically day after day is worse than stressing out over not having a job. Never in my life have I wanted out so desperately.

It is time to look forward and I really want to believe there is more in this world than the ugliness I've been exposed to from this experience.