You see, several months ago, I started having a crisis of conscience about where my life was headed -- and how I've come to realize that success is not the same as money. I had no idea what kind of Pandora's box that opened.
Several weeks later, I had what can be described as a moment of lucidity -- or maybe even an epiphany. Hipster Dork had written about having second thoughts about leaving his job when they offered him more money to stay. After reading his post, I commented:
"Wow. I can't imagine turning down a 25% raise. Then again, I have already sold my soul to the devil for a higher paycheck.
All the CD's and shoes I can now buy don't make up for the fact that most days, I loathe what I'm doing.
It's never worth it."
So, in the words of Peter Gibbons, "I don't like my job, and, uh, I don't think I'm gonna go anymore."
Most of you would probably think I'm crazy if you knew how much money I was giving up. And yeah, you'd probably have a point. Still, as I just wrote to Nicole, right now, I am a miserable little square peg that simply does not fit into the fancy round hole.
And apparently, I'm not the only one having the same type of revelation: The New York Post just ran an interesting article about how, this time of year, mid-level associates quit their big law firm jobs in droves. So, it seems that I'm not the only person who hates being leashed to a BlackBerry.
But don't fear: There is a plan for what I'm doing next. Still, even if there wasn't, I'd probably be doing this anyway. You see, I'm hoping to reclaim my life.