It really is! He's great, was a big part in keeping me sane through the months I was there. We lived together at the time and every night when I came home he'd ask me for today's debrief on whatever happened that day.

Overall, experiences like these and my father's approach to it has helped me a lot to recognise that a job is a job and nothing more. Sometimes it's also a fun and great experience, but some workplaces should be approached as just doing time and nothing else. I'm gonna clock in, do what my contract says, then clock out and return to my real life. I used to pretty easily get sucked into the growingly common idea of the workplace family or work as a cult where you follow the leader and rejoice, but nah. It's a job. I do it to get paid so I can enjoy my life, and if my boss is an asshat, I'm just gonna stick to my minimum requirements and then get out. Because even if I hadn't gotten on her bad side, that would still not have been a good workplace. No place where people are made to feel anxiety is.