Totally ghosted

Once upon a time we called it the Irish Exit; now people are doing it at work. Also, 7 other things worth your time.

Note from Bill: A few readers have asked: Hey, when’s Kate going to write an installment again? OK, here’s Kate!

Don’t forget to return your keys

Confession time: I never really quit my first job out of university.

Not formally, at least.

Instead, three and a half months in, after having been driven to the edge of serious despair by a toxic combination of graft, overwork, paperwork, and indifference, I woke up and channeled my inner Peter Gibbons (Office Space reference), saying to myself:

“I don’t like my job and I don’t think I’m gonna go anymore.”

So I did it. I stopped going. No more TPS reports. No more doing the work of four senior administrators at a failing government contractor while said senior staff bragged about their Corvettes and planes. No more realizing that this wasn’t how an office job was supposed to function.

I just…wouldn’t go.

Three days later, I wrote a resignation letter, folded my key inside, and mailed it to my now-former employers.

I’m not sure I ever got my las…