I was telling Allie how beyond done I feel with my employer. I still do my job and do it well, but I refuse to care about anything beyond that scope. I also don't go to the mat anymore when confronted with sloth or ignorance. "I refuse to care any more than they do," I held forth.
"Why do you still work there?" she asked, annoyed.
"I didn't say I have something against their money. Just them."
"So," she said, "You're saying your career has reached the same place as that last year you spent with the Approval Whore. No love, no prospect for happiness, just a loathing economic convenience."
Thanks for understanding.