Day 23

Today I called one of my best friends to tell him The News and before I could finish, he told me he quit his job last week for same reasons I'm doing everything I can not to go back to mine. We both talked a mile a minute and he had that same excitement in his voice that I had in mine. 

On Thursday, the Polish woman in my ESL class told me that she was a pharmacist back in Poland and hated her job. She hated going to work every day, so three years ago she quit. She now works at her friends shop. They sell new age-y things. I don't know what that means exactly but her face lit up when she started talking about it and she said she can finally say she loves her job. She came to Boston to visit her sister and met an Italian violin maker. She's here for a two month holiday. 

The woman who owns the wine shop got a biology degree from Yale. Had a big job in San Fran. That she hated. That her parents told her not to quit. So she quit. She was walking down the street, saw that a bakery was hiring, and started baking. Led to a career in the restaurant biz. Led to an informal education in wine. Led to a formal education in viticulture. In Australia. Led to her very own miniature wine mecca in the heart of Boston. Oh yeah and she's 32.

I'm just sayin'.

"I'd rather fail at something I love than succeed at something I hate". -George Burns

He's just sayin', too.