I don’t usually like quitting things. I even have an apron that says “I’d give up chocolate, but I’m no quitter!” (But actually I gave up chocolate three weeks ago. Shhh.) However, being able to quit my last job was…. exhilarating. Wonderful. MAGICAL, even. I had been counting down the days for two months and my lovelies, it’s finally here: I quit. Last Thursday evening was my last shift. I think I expected a hallelujah chorus as I walked out the door for the last time, but it was strangely… surreal. It didn’t feel real, like somehow “The Store” would suck me back in and make me keep working there.…