I'm So Done With This Job

So I finally quit my job last week. Not because it was hard or anything like that. Just got to the point where I felt like a cog in some giant, soulless machine. Started daydreaming about running away with a circus and living on cupcakes and dreams instead of stale bagels and deadlines. One day I just couldn't pretend anymore, sent in my resignation over lunch one Monday and never looked back. Cupcakes were kinder.