I wish I had burned more bridges in my career. The jobs I’ve hated have probably hated me back. But, to make sure I didn’t burn any bridges, I left with handshake while lying about what a great experience it was.

Pussy.

That’s probably what they thought of me.

Leaving with a big middle finger in their face may have won me the “he’s got spunk” title. Also, when you burn your bridges you’ve got no place to move but forward. Sure, you’re old job may look good when you’re unemployed. But, old jobs are like ex-girlfriends. You only remember the good times. You forget about the time she had sex with your best friend after wrecking your car.

- John Huggins