My first job after I moved away from my parents when I was 21 was at a convention company, ostensibly as a "Jr Java Developer". This turned out to be flatly un

My first job after I moved away from my parents when I was 21 was at a convention company, ostensibly as a "Jr Java Developer". This turned out to be flatly untrue; I could count on one hand the number of lines of Java code I actually touched at that company, and when there was code to be written, it was in ColdFusion of all languages. Most of my time was spent being stuck designing nametags, and I cannot put into words the level of hatred I had for that job, but I was afraid to quit because I had just gotten an apartment and didn't have the direct parental support that I had previously. They ended up firing me after my manager ended up overhearing me calling them a "moron who didn't know anything" [1], and I was sad at first, but the next morning I was happy, maybe even elated, because it was the first weekday that I didn't have to back to that awful job. They had done me a favor firing me, I'm honestly grateful they did. I would never have quit because of fear of being homeless, but I managed to bounce back fairly quick into a better (and luckily higher-paying job. TL;DR, I completely agree that a firing can be a "mutual breakup". [1] To be fair to me a little, while my choice of words in hindsight was bad, I honestly did not know she heard me until after I said it. I felt like an asshole immediately after, but I also didn't apologize because it wasn't like I didn't mean it.