The Last Straw #QuietQuitting

It happens quietly on an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, following a subtle altercation in Conference Room 978—an altercation that shouldn't have been taken so seriously, but was. Like the last grain of rice tipping the balance after a million others failed, tipping the scales this way and that way until the whole thing comes tumbling down like a house of cards. This minor incident quietly and wholeheartedly becomes your reason to be; your raison d'être.

You call it the tipping point.

It isn’t momentous, iconic, or memorable at all. Yet somehow it in annals of your boring and pointless life, it goes down as a landmark event. When bystanders rummage through the play by play everything that happened in a social/social-media post mortem of sorts, the events from Conference Room 978 (or was it 789) might not even come up as one of the many highlights that finally sank the ship.

Yet, there it is, hidden in plain sight—the slightest cause for a pause.

There it is: the reason you finally decide to quietly quit your job.