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Quit Your Job!

If you're miserable when you wake in the morning, when you leave for work, when you get to work, at work, when you come home, then the only enjoyment you get is some distraction such as television or junk food, even going to bed dreading the next day, quit your job.

If weekends, vacations, and sick days resemble being released from prison, or at least as you envision it, quit your job. If you find yourself getting so sick you need to stay home more than three or four days a year, quit your job. If you manipulate your schedule to work fewer days, quit your job. If you constantly schedule non-work appointments during work hours, quit your job. If you don't have many friends because you're simply content not being at work, quit your job. If your life outside of work is spent dwelling on work, quit your job.

"I need the money."

You have money. You're working. There's no better time to find a job than when you have a job you are unhappy with. This is a fact. Employers are always more willing to take on someone who is working somewhere than someone who they may view as lazy due to being out for work, regardless of the truth. So why stay miserable, when you can look elsewhere?

I know what you're thinking but pause for a moment. How many people do you know who leave relationships, even marriages of many years, simply because things aren't what they used to be? How many people give up their kids because of some burden they foresee?  How many people give up friendships over a petty squabble? Unfriend people on social media over differences of opinion? How many people quit school or college because it's making them unhappy? How many restaurants or stores do you give a second chance after one bad experience?

So why do the one thing that makes you unhappy, when you're there and when you're thinking about being there, five days a week, for seven, eight, nine or more hours a day? Or is it, just possibly, that your misery is what defines you? Maybe you're the problem at work and deep down you know you're the weak link. Maybe your unhappiness is just the manifestation of your own laziness. Take a look and see how you work at things outside of work. How many breakups, divorces, and friendships have you lost recently? Is it because of the job or you? Look at how much time you spend with your kids, grandkids, friends and ask yourself, is it really because you don't like work? What rational person would avoid that which gives them pleasure, when they don't have to be at work? Could it be that the job, the relationships, the daily chores, and responsibilities have all become unimportant, because of your attitude towards your own existence and they have zero to do with the one factor that is so easy to blame? Quit, and find out. Or is it just easier blaming your misery and the misery you cast on others on your 9-to-5?

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