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08/30/2005

Tell the boss *I quit*

How many times have you thought to yourself *one more thing like this, and I'll quit*? And then you stay in your job, because it's convenient, because it's not that bad, because you have to work somewhere,..... With my new immigrant visa in my passport, there was nothing to stop me now.

On August 30th 2005, after coming back from my summer vacation, I had my weekly meeting with the team leader. And I just couldn't wait any longer - even though, according to my contract, I could have waited until September 30th to tell the company: I quit. I'm leaving this company, this town, this country, and even this continent.

I was surprised to find out, that (with maybe two or three exceptions) nobody at my company had expected that. Even though I had told everybody about the financial hardships we were facing, because of Tom being unemployed and our family being spread out over two continents, and my divorce being very expensive. Some of my colleagues had even suggested *why don't you just move to America*. Probably nobody thought I would have the guts to actually do this, at my age.  

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