Learned my lesson. Will never do that again even though my boss’s boss told me to.
I’m officially quiet quitting and changed my LinkedIn to Open To Work, because fuck this job. The market sucks though so I’ll have to just fly under the radar for a few months until something better pops up.
I hate the fact that I have to work, and I’m just saving up enough money till I can get to the point where I can get some land and be self-sufficient on it.
Three years in and our ‘self-sufficiency’ is limited to about 3 weeks of food per year if we relied on our own garden/forest 100% of the time for those 3 weeks. We don’t do that, but instead supplement with the garden and forest and learn more each year about what does well in our little spot.
I don’t say this to dissuade - but to make sure you set proper expectations. Self-sufficiency, even just for food, is a decade-long endeavor where you almost certainly will have to work some kind of job or have some income in the meantime.
Adding a bit to that: most “fast” crops will take 7 to 8 months to fully grow before you can harvest. To get enough to live off the land, you’d need to plant and harvest enough to sustain you for a good 4 months at least. You’d also need several different crops so a number of them would be ripe every month of the year.
Being completely isolated is dumb, so being on good terms with your neighbors so you can trade any surplus or work is essential as well.
You don’t have to be “Quiet Quitting” that just reinforces buzzword culture bullshit fallacy they’ve created. Give it some strength, you are now working in active defiance of a shitty job. You are no longer complying. You’ll show up, do the minimum, unless they decide to improve conditions. You are giving them the labor they deserve.
Not “quiet quitting” - That term is “Millenials are killing lattes” level bullshit, likely regurgetated from some conservative think tank management consultant ghouls. All in service of giving the c-suite a name for the current boogeyman they can assign their fears to at that moment. The fear of you saying you are done adhering to the social contract that they have openly broken while giving you the finger.