Just how willing are you to go into that? If you want to PM me or something I'd love to hear a crazy OH story.

It’s not that exciting ultimately

I did a no call no show on a teaching job and broke a tenured teacher contract

Like NOBODY does that

Two degrees - history and education / 6 certifications (exams $200 a pop plus however many hours of study time, mandatory classes, papers I wrote, documentation for the extra certifications) / three years of probation before being awarded tenure

Then one morning I just decide I’m not going back. I blocked all their numbers. Didn’t open their mail. Didn’t return to clean out my desk. Didn’t return my badge and key. Just snip. That’s all there was to it. After that I slept for 16-20 hours a day for about 3 months. Then I figured I’d get some kind of social service job. Then I the truth hit. So now I’m in rebuild mode. That’s all there is to it.

The answer to the question why I did that is like I don’t know exactly. Some of the **** that led to my collapse is ****ing insane. I guess that’s where a lot of the stories are with some damning **** about public schools and some damning **** about myself.

Anyway, it’s over and I’m moving on. That’s the best I can do.

s that gash in your leg
Really why you have stopped?
'Cause I've noticed all the others
Though they're gashed, they're still going
'Cause I feel like the real reason
That you're quitting
And admitting that you've lost
All the will to battle on
Will the fight for our sanity
Be the fight of our lives?
Now that we've lost all the reasons
That we thought that we had
Still the battle that we're in
Rages on till the end
With explosions, wounds are open
Sights and smells, eyes and noses
But the thought that went unspoken
Was understanding
That you're broken, still the last
Volunteer battles on
Battles on
Battles on
Battles on

This song captures the feeling

I kind of did that with a good supermarket job when they still existed. (The supermarket is still there; the good jobs aren't). I was miserable there and, to make a long story short, I snapped and gave my two weeks notice. I've been a bum ever since :laughing:

I guess that's the one good thing about working a garbage fast food job. There's no opportunity to trick myself into thinking there's a desirable future there so I'll probably never wake up one day and realize that I just can't go to work that day as a district manager or whatever and now most of my adult life was in all practical senses of the word a waste.

My mom didn't have a job she hated but a few years ago she got a new boss who basically ran her out, and the job market was/is ****, starting pay for positions she'd be qualified for wouldn't cover her monthly expenses, and to top it all off much of the reason she wasn't able to fight for her job was because she had a long-term, debilitating illness that almost killed her that also prevented her from getting a new job. Now she's got some weird cognitive issues going on that have made it nearly impossible to hold down a job and she's hoping she can get on disability before she loses everything.

Over two decades of a job she liked and was committed to flushed down the drain and the only thing she has to show for it is a house that's now an anchor around her neck, without even the ability to make a new life for herself. That's the kind of **** to destroy your faith in the world.

I wish I had given notice but at the time I didn’t care. It’s hard to say now but giving notice might have been the wrong move for me though. I don’t how it would’ve all gone down. No one got arrested or hurt- maybe at that point in time I did the right thing the right way. Hindsight isn’t really 20/20.

I could’ve done something crazier and I could be in prison thinking **** I should’ve just stayed home. Who knows? When I left the last day I was like if one more person ****s with me they’ll ****ing suffer.

Giving my two weeks was the one right thing I did. At least I'll get a crappy retirement check in a few years. The thing is, I felt so liberated for a while. I lived off a bunch of credit cards for a year and a half and went cross country. I'm paying for it now, but for a short while, it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

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That totally ****ing sucks.

I’m sorry man. That’s ****ing heartbreaking.

I’m doing a Chapter 7. Got a lawyer looking over all the debt. Filing in about 10 days.

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cheers to moving on, longevity and health (its fiji water in my glass)