I could get up and get ready before I started work. I could arrive showered and dressed and exercised, and have time to eat breakfast.
My bosses didn’t barge in on me in the shower demanding I fix something now.
No one followed me to the bathroom pulling on my skirt and screaming.
I could eat my lunch in silence if I wanted and completely alone. No one demanded I get up and work again 10 seconds after I started to eat.
My old bosses didn’t demand I get out of my bed in the middle of the night to wait on them hand and foot.
There was a janitor who had to deal with spills and vomit and pee should it occur.
If I had to work overtime I wasn’t scheduled to work again 3 hours after my shift had ended.
I got scheduled shifts.
I got time off.
I slept in on Saturdays.
I didn’t have 3 people screaming at me all at the same time while I was trying to deal with an important phone call and someone at the door and make lunch.
Grown up conversations.
Pretty clothes: that were clean and free of slobber, snot trails, baby puke, milk leaks, food stains, dirty hand prints, and were size 4.
Oh well, those jobs all sucked anyway, and I have this strange intense love for the new tyrants in my life that makes most of my days good ones, in spite of the screaming.