My job, and I'm going to do it, too, as soon as I find a new one. That toxic stressed atmosphere there has contributed majorly to my health breakdown in autumn. If I never see Madame Main-Stressor again, it will be too soon.

That said, what I really need to quit is my rage. My constant, low-level, simmering rage at the circumstances and people around me. That's especially not-good for my health. Actually, while I am finding a new job, I'm also working on transforming the old one into a place that doesn't faze me, where I do my thing while everybody rages and panics around me, and where I like all the people, no matter if they like to spread stress around, or flail about like a washing machine with a pavement stone in the spin cycle.

When I have a new job, I might rage-quit my current one, leaving as much scorched earth as I can legally manage. On the other hand, for the sake of my serenity, I might bring brownies and nemesis on my last day, tearfully hug all those colleagues towards whom that is appropriate, and say good-bye with a little email of how much I will miss everyone, but after twelve years in one company one does want something else, and also, more money is nice...

I don't know which it will be, yet.