I didn’t exactly say “I quit” at one job but it was close enough that I polled that. I had a job from hell with two bosses who hated each other and a long, long, list of tasks I was expected to perform for a whopping $16k a year. I replaced someone who was sacked. That was my first clue.
After a few months, I made an error proofreading something so they put me on probation. The money wasn’t paying all my bills and now I was in danger of losing what little I earned. Stress city. I broke up in blood blisters all over my hands. I went to the dermatologist who told me it was a reaction to stress. On the advice of the doctor, I went home that night and thought about the job. I made a list of all the stuff I was expected to do without working overtime. I also paged through my previous portfolio of work and determined that I was not the problem. But I still needed a solution.
I called my SIL, who worked for a similar company and was friendly with the owner of a temp agency that was across the hall from her. I asked her, if she lost her job, would she go to work for Greg, the temp agency owner. The very next day, I received an application from the temp agency in my mailbox. I filled it out, went into work early and faxed the application over to him. He called me a couple of hours later with a 6-week temp job as an exec secretary. It paid a dollar an hour more than I was making. The job started Monday. I said yes.
In anticipation of this, I had already started to clean up my desk. There was little to do. At noon, I walked into the office manager’s office and gave notice by saying, “You’re aware that I am leaving early today to travel to one of my racing events?” Office manager rolls her eyes and says “Yes, I’m aware.” I said, “I won’t be back. Here are my keys to the office.” Total panic on her face, “But you can’t go!” she sputters, “We have to have an exit interview.” I replied, “You just had it.” and turning around, I walked out of her office.
The best part was that it took a full-timer, a part-timer, and an intern to replace me. I was definitely not the problem, and I refused to be their victim.
Regarding athletes, I worked with a couple of Olympic athletes, and had the pleasure of working with some former pro athletes who got into racing. I had a roommate who was a world ranked waterskier, a sport status I had been completely unaware of until I met her.