I want to quit this job, Mikołaj thought as he sat on the tram. He paid no attention to the stops, and yet, as he approached his, he instinctively got up and automatically get off with a few people getting off.
I don't want to work there anymore.
He was aware that he was thinking childishly now. He felt offended by what happened to him at work, what happened to him from his friends and Stefan, who had been so good to date. He should, like the grown man he was, swallow these events with dignity. Maybe even laugh at them. He should, but he didn't want to. He had always loved his company and his work and was a pleasure to go to, but now the mere thought of going back to his office tomorrow and meeting people who were looking at him like that made him want to be anywhere else but there. He may have been fuming like a little child, but right now he felt he had a right to do so.
