PART 2-I Resigned From My Job Yesterday. There Was No Office. No Desk. No Two-Week Notice. I Simply Set Down a Slice of Birthday Cake, Picked Up My Purse, and Walked Out of My Daughter’s House. By the Time She Realized What I Had Quit, It Was Already Too Late.
She gestured to the women around the court—women my age, older, some with gray hair, some with bright sneakers and tired smiles. “They call it ‘help,’” Diane said, “but they …
PART 2-I Resigned From My Job Yesterday. There Was No Office. No Desk. No Two-Week Notice. I Simply Set Down a Slice of Birthday Cake, Picked Up My Purse, and Walked Out of My Daughter’s House. By the Time She Realized What I Had Quit, It Was Already Too Late. Read More