I usually give 2 weeks notice, etc. but this time around I didn’t care. At all. That’s right, I did not care. For once I did what was right for me — which was not to subject myself to any more daily abuse under the guise of “working.”

My “AHA moment” — asking myself if I had 2 weeks to live would it be at that job? No… and hell, no. I also realized that my “supervisors” would not be changing anytime soon — they’ve been mean spirited unprofessionals for years and getting away with it unchecked — my standing up to them was as effective as trying to teach pigs to sing.

Also I began to have health issues and I realized we all talk as if tomorrow is guaranteed… not to be morose, but let’s be honest…it’s not… I can find another job or way to generate income…I cannot find another me.

Whenever i feel unhappy i always think of Stephen Hawking which helps. If you have read about him and his work i think you will understand why. He is so determined not to let his illness prevent his achievements and always ns a sense of humour.

I am unsure whether my career should take priority over my wellbeing. Perhaps it is my state of mind that is making me unhappy and i just think its work. Hawking once said “it is no use getting furious if you get stuck. What i do is keep thinking about the problem but work on something else. Sometimes it is years before i see the way forward. In the case of information loss and black holes, it was 29 years.” Maybe he had a point.

I will be ok, i think, so don’t worry about me. I am just having a moment of uncertainty. One thing that is for sure is that you cannot expect you job to be the root of all problems. There is normally an underlying cause.