Say you’re a bowling pin. You’ve grown to hate the incessant noise, the bruises and scrapes, the people cheering at your downfall, the insensitive handling of the pin-setter, and you twitch when you see the ball coming. You can’t wait for the bowling alley to close at night. Yet you believe you can’t move on because, well, you’re a bowling pin. Think again. You’re not a content bowling pin. It’s time to look for a new job.