That said, it can have its benefits.
This morning I was filing some e-mails I had sent during the months before and after being laid off, and I was reminded quite forcefully of how awful it was to work for a petty tyrant. Every morning my stomach would knot up, every day was nerve-wracking, every evening found me exhausted, and every night brought nightmares.These days I feel isolated; I had never realized how much I had come to depend on my interaction with other people, and how empty a day at home can feel. That laceration in my psyche is still pretty raw. And I'm definitely worried about money.
But it is so nice to be free of that tyrant. The nightmares are gone, my stomach is quiet, my life is calm. I've even forgotten the private nickname I had for her. My life is incredibly more peaceful. And that's worth something.
Update: The name was Odious.
