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I should have just walked out about a week ago when my boss went nuts and threatened to fire me, but I need this job, it pays well, and getting another job is almost impossible. She would have been so screwed, too, if I had just walked away like that. I would have had to walk home for hours in the dark, but it would have been worth it. The job involves driving people around in vans. It earns her thousands of dollars a day, and I'm the only driver she can really depend on. If I had walked away, she would have had an entire van full of customers with no driver, just no way to do anything. It would have been great. And she had acted so nice until then. I was foolish enough to almost consider her a friend? I had kept telling myself not to trust her, she's a small business owner, and then she reminded me in her own way. Now I'm polite with her and I do my job—I haven't made any mistakes since then—but I do my best to just reveal nothing about myself to her.

I never feel so liberated as in those rare moments in my life when I'm comfortable enough to walk away from a job. I quit the best job in my life because I was bored there (after six years). Yet another mistake I made, because everything after that was so much harder. And they were shocked at that place, too, when I told them I wouldn't be signing up for another year. But I never felt so comfortable there until then. My impostor syndrome evaporated instantly, and I actually openly disagreed with one of my bosses once. It was amazing. I was always so terrified of losing that job. And rightfully so, as it turned out.