In many ways, I am writing this one for myself.
Many of my entries on this blog have been about finding a better career, or just escaping from a bad one.
Well, it finally happened. I became another victim of the modern “replaceable human labor” movement at work.
Here is a quick question for my readers to ponder:
Imagine that you had enough money in the bank so that if you wanted to you’d never have to work another day in your life.
Your story may be different than mine, and probably is.