Once upon a time there was a middle aged dude (that’s me) who woke up after 8 years at the same job, in the same building, in the same city with a manager who didn’t seem to see the world in the same way that he did and realized that he really didn’t like his job. That the place that he was always so excited to come to he now dreaded. That it was time to move on.
I think this is the point where it all started. But before I tell how I think I developed this condition, I should really start with some basics. I should start with my family: