I quit my job. Actually, I quit my job two weeks ago. I. Quit. My. Job. Without. Another. Job. Lined. Up. (30 minutes later) Sorry, I’m back. I typed that statement and had to fan myself a little so I won’t pass out. Maybe in a month or so I can say that without feeling faint. I’ve worked since I was 18 years old. I’ve NEVER not had a job. I work until I’m bored or don’t feel challenged, and I move on to another job that pays significantly more. It’s who I am. My identity has always been wrapped up in a job. Success and money are two things…