I didn't want to think about the grumpy old man who was uncooperative and making me angry, how the front desk had once again overbooked appointments, or how the dentist had yelled at me and made me I feel useless. Most of all, I didn't want to think about how I was going to leave my job or what I was going to do from then on. All I wanted to do was take a long bath, eat dinner, and watch my favorite show with my dogs. I felt it was necessary to give my body time to relax. After two episodes of my favorite show and a delicious dinner, I had to think about the consequences, if there were any, if I quit what I hoped would be my long-term job. My feelings were so mixed that I didn't know whether to give up on dental care forever or give it a second chance at another practice. Maybe it would be great somewhere else and I would find a “second family”. Or maybe it would be another bad experience and I dreaded the thought of going back. That evening I called my parents because they always have good judgment and can guide me in the right direction. I explained to them what happened and they were very understanding. It wasn't the first time I'd gone to them about problems at work, so they weren't surprised by what had happened. Ultimately, they supported me in whatever decisions I made and advised me to do what makes me better