Your heart is racing as you make your way to your boss's office. The grey walls seem to be closing in on you, and you feel like every one of your coworkers knows exactly what's going on in your mind. You don't know how, but you know they do. Their eyes follow you up until you knock on your boss's door. Ahem, you clear your throat. They look up from their desk, tired, annoyed even. They wave for you to come in, and you take a seat. Then you clear your throat again… ‘I quit', you manage to muster…