Amy Winehouse inspired me to quit a soul-crushing job

I was driving to work feeling miserable when Rehab came on – and I realised there’s more to life than a steady wage in a job you despise

At 6am on a bleak October morning in 2006, I was driving down the North Circular in London to a job I hated. I usually kept the radio low, a background murmur to keep me focused on the road. But that morning I turned up the volume allowing the buoyant bassline from Amy Winehouse’s Rehab to reverberate through my Ford Ka. As Amy’s rich voice conveyed the depths of her despair, I stared blearily at the empty road ahead and wondered how I’d taken such a wrong turn.