I quit my job.Just got very tired of the bordering psycopath's whims and fancies.

Remember reading there was an opening for a cleaning lady at Meditteranean Kitchen.Cleaning the toilet is something most of us have to do at sometime or another, and those who do it for a living aren't necessarily on the worst end of the job scale... unless you happen to be working at a clinic that treats constipation

I think I will stick to opening my own business. I read somewhere most people will get bruised by pursing tough business directions but then It is the same with careers but, if you have deep passion, as was said in Fiddler on the Roof of the newly-married couple, "They're so happy, they don't realize how miserable they are!"

I know Job security is a priority for most of us, so why anyone would choose a job where they could be fired at the drop of a Jimmy Choo because Madame's low-fat, low-carb, mochaccino doesn't have enough locally sourced, Fair Trade, organic whipped cream is beyond me.

Then I could always join a call centre for a bit-Being a call centre worker is like being at school again: you're not allowed to talk back no matter how much you want to. It's also like being stuck in a room with a swearing hyena, thanks to all of the people who think it's fine to scream profanities at you since they can't actually see you. And it's also a little bit like losing your mind, because you still hear voices in your head after you've taken the headset off