You know you really need to start looking for a new job when certain things start happening.


Walking down the hall towards your desk in the morning feels like a death march.

You have to take a very deep breath before you push the 'auto-in' button to start receiving calls.

You wish there would be another natural catastrophe, so that people would be riveted to their TV screens and nobody would call customer service.

You fantasize about having a bad car accident on the way to work so that you could take some time off, or even better, become disabled.

You keep a bottle of Xanax in your desk.

Your stomach turns every time you hear a beep tone.


I could go on, but I think you get the idea.

It's time. Or it's just been a really rough week.