I quit my job once and for all on October 15, 2004, 13 years ago this month. It was a six figure job with really good health insurance and all the trimmings, a job I could have kept for life. My wife (now ex-wife) and I moved from Los Angeles back to Salt Lake City, Utah because the cost of living was about 1/6th the price and our families were there. A couple months later, at a christmas party put on by my X's family, her sister was grilling me on why were were back. "Soooo... You quit your job and moved back to Salt Lake..." She said, it was more of a statement than a question. I answered anyway. "Yep." I said. "Didn't it take you like 12 years to get your "dream" job?" She used her fingers to make quote motions when she said the word dream. She had heard her sister talk about how hard I had worked for a job I had considered my dream job. "Ya." I said. "And you just quit...gave it all up?" She said with obvious confusion mixed with disgust. "Ya." I said. "Do you have another job?" S