One year after starting my first job, fresh out of college, a promising job on Wall Street at that, I did the math, but more importantly, I did the philosophy.
My boss looked at me from across his varnished, wooden VP desk. The view of Manhattan glimmered in the background 30 stories below. But you are on your way to reaching a six-figure income. How can you leave us now? What are you going to do? The look of shock and disappointment on his face told me I might get him to accept my resignation, but I would never get him to understand it.