Last year, I was working in a job that I truly hated. At least, I thought I hated it. I would come home after a long day at school, and I would have to mentally prepare myself to go to work. I dreaded this job so much that I actually didn't want school to end on certain days because that meant I had to be at work in a few hours! And while most people looked forward to their weekends, I silently dreaded mine, because rather than be out with my friends, I had to be stuck in a department store. You're probably wondering what was so awful about this job for it to cause me such stress. Was it the people with whom I worked' No, I actually got along great with everyone. From the day I started my job, the other employees (some who were my age