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How to Quit your Cushy Corporate Job–In 19 steps of varying difficulty

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A little over a year ago, I quit my job on Wall Street. I made great money. I worked with smart people. I was eligible for promotion to Director. And yet, I was deeply unhappy. I felt trapped. The journey to get to the day I resigned was a long one. So, I’ve decided once and for all describe my journey out of the golden handcuffs, out of a job I didn’t believe in.

I hope you find my process enlightening, or at the very least, amusing. If you follow these steps closely, you too can be an  successful entrepreneur   unemployed hippie incredibly happy human being.

1. BE DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR JOB.

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PENGUIN ENNUI

Find it hard to wake up in the morning. Feel the weekdays crawl by. Wonder what you could do if you spent all day working on YOUR projects instead of sweating for someone else. Have a melodramatic attitude about what you’ve done in your career (“Nothing!”) and life (“I’ve accomplished nothing! Nothing I do matters!”).

Suffer malaise and ennui.

Complain to all your friends about how much your job sucks until they can’t stand to hear anymore. Complain to them some more. Complain until your social circle consists only of your equally complain-y coworkers, or friends you see once every two months who always forget that you just bitch about your job the whole time.

Difficulty level: EASY

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San Francisco Stop 1: Google

The first stop in my whirlwind tour of SF’s scene was to visit my good friend iceman. We were partners in the Operating Systems class back in the day.  We worked like dogs in the appropriately named “Mudd” computer lab, hacking the Linux kernel well into the night. And when you’re sleep deprived and writing C, there’s something super ridic hilarious about “your mom” jokes.

So went our refrain: “dude, you caused a kernel panic!” “your MOM caused a kernel panic.” “yo, we gotta reboot the VM!” “your mom’s gotta reboot the VM.” Trust me, hilarious. HILAR.

So while I expected Google to be wonderful and somewhat magical, I didn’t really expect it to be a slicker, paycheck-generating version of my college experience with iceman.  Except it was.  It was that, and so, so much more.

First, free food at the cafeteria.  Let’s talk fruit (peaches, berries), fruit shots (watermelon anyone?), kale, green beans, salads, sushi.  And then the unhealthy stuff like mac and cheese, cookies galore, boylan’s natural sodas . . . . all in a cafeteria overlooking the bay bridge and complete with binoculars to try and spot sea lions with.

Next is the office itself.  Yes to pool tables, ping pong, yes to big open spaces, yes to disco balls hanging from the ceiling.  Yes to massage chairs, a massage  room, lots of female employees, rock band stashed in someone’s office.  Yes, yes, yes to a SLIDE that was installed over top the left side of one staircase.  EFF YES to using a cafeteria tray to go down that slide.  Which makes you go ten times faster and, if you’re me, it beats the crap out of your knee and skins your arm — BUT WORTH IT!

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So have I sold you yet?  I certainlly have sold myself.  Young, smart engineers, an incredible space, and an undeniable vibe.  Google San Francisco, you may tempt me away from NY.  Or at least over to Google NYC.

Oh, and a giangantic printer that they actually allow employees to use at their discretion.  There is a big “THIS IS EXPENSIVE” warning sign, but no access code, nada.  NICE.

And one last thing. Apple, I may be at your WWDC and loving it, but someone needs to invite me to 1 Infinite Loop in Cupertino and court the hell outta me. Till then, it’s GOOGLE: 1, APPLE: 0.

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