![]() ![]() ![]() What would I do for money-and healthcare? Who would tell me where to be and what to do in every waking second? Again, the twisted thought flashed through my mind: I'd rather be in a car accident than go to work. So, the moment I rolled away from the scene of my tiny but momentous crash, I knew it was time to call it quits on a 9-5. It was the little things: the terrible pay the wildly long hours the constant pressure to outperform and above all, that goddamn commute. In fact, as a journalist, I felt like the work we did mattered. The relief didn't stem from my coworkers, nor the work itself. ![]() But this tiny collision left a major mark, as my very first thought was: Thank god I got into a car accident. It wasn't a high-speed hit-'twas but a scratch, in the words of Monty Python. While I was making a right-hand turn, the car behind me kept going, running into my back bumper and pushing me into the street. I was on my daily commute from the Westside of Los Angeles to Hollywood, breaking and gassing through 10-mile-an-hour traffic so bad, it made me question if I was living in a simulation designed to test my patience. This story is part of a Men's Health series on how real-life quitters became winners-and how you can join them. You've heard about the Great Resignation, but quitting your job is just one way that throwing in the towel can be a great way to get ahead.
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