Sunday Night Terrors

I used to work for the weekend. Like everyone else, when Wednesday came I had Friday on my mind. I was working for a paycheck and always looking forward to those two precious days off.

I knew something was wrong when an overwhelming sense of dread came over me Sunday nights.

Sunday nights were the worst. Tomorrow, I had to get up and see that dickhead boss of mine. He hated me, and I hated him — we tolerated eachother for a period of time.

I went to bed with anxiety and fear of being yelled at, reprimanded, and called out in front of my peers. I knew this place with this shitty fucking human as a boss was not for me. I had to leave, but I was afraid to…

They fired me, and my life has been so much better for it.