This is going to come off as a bit of a rant, and it is, but maybe if a reader feels like quitting they'll learn something reading my take. First job I quit wa

This is going to come off as a bit of a rant, and it is, but maybe if a reader feels like quitting they'll learn something reading my take. First job I quit was because of the terrible bosses, had a real tiny tyrant sitting in the high chair, though I cited inflexible scheduling on the next job interview. Then there was this one, I was lied to when interviewing and there wasn't any upward mobility nor a structure to help me develop as a professional. Their idea of developing as a professional was teaching me about ergonomics and repetitive motion injuries. It was dead-end, so I left, again. I said that 'I had grown as much as I was going to in that company' during interviewing. Another one I left because I hated what I was working on and the boss I was under said 'I was too valuable to the team and could not let me go', yet refused raises, or shorter shifts, or to pay for some certifications, or even give me a few more PTO days. I went through a period of grieving where my ambition was being fought against everywhere, I sacrificed my social life, my education, and so much more for nothing. My identity as a professional shattered irreversibly, I no longer care about work at all, it's just there to pay for rent and food, that's it. I've since joined to be the only a small business that pays me full-time salary to be on-call, and calls me like once a week for very very basic IT support. Unprestigious? Unambitious? Dead-end? Boring and unstimulating? Yes to all, you bet, that's just the way I like it. I took up gardening and bookbinding and I put my goodwill and energy into that now. If something is to be learnt from this post, is how to spin bad things into good ones when you want to sell yourself, or to not tie your identity to your job. I had my middle age crisis at 27, it seems.