I was taking a shower. Preparing for the trip to see Ben (I've lost count how many times he and I have made the Philly-Ft. Lauderdale commute). And I made the decision. It just came to me. Quit. Tender your resignation. Do it.
I was dripping wet, towel wrapped around my head. And I sent in an email.
Subject line: Notice of Resignation
The bosses were shocked, but supportive.
I get to Fort Lauderdale and Ben fixes us a couple of vodka cocktails. He kneels in front of me as I sit on the bar stool. I take a deep breath.
"Ben, I have something to tell you."
"I quit my job today."
Do you know what he does? He stands up, kisses me, walks away, and then jumps up and down and yells,