One day I just got tired...
of smiling at everyone,
of being nice to everyone,
of calling everyone "sir" or "ma'am"
and of hating every minute of it,
and of hating myself for jumping through the hoops
for minimum wage,
minus my dignity,
because I thought that I had to,
because it was what everyone did,
and I didn't know what else to do...
But one day I just got tired,
and so I quit.
I quit smiling at everyone,
I quit calling everyone "sir" or "ma'am"
and I quit hating myself,
and I took back my dignity,
because I finally understood
that I didn't have to jump through the hoops any more,
and I knew what else I could do...
I could just quit.
So I did.
I no longer care what time it is,
I no longer care what day it is,
I no longer hate Mondays,
and I no longer worry about finding a parking spot,
and I no longer have to attend meetings,
or worry about my boss or his boss,
and I no longer have deadlines
or stress or migraines or troubled sleep...
And I've been living happily ever after,
ever since then.

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