All the torture is over.
I probably hate working for someone more than anyone here. Being told what to do and treated like an underling is my villian backstory. It would be a miracle if i made it to a full year of working a regular job.
Imagine that there is muliple grenades where you work. Now imagine that these grenades are people. Thats one simple way to describe how working was for me. Constantly feeling doomed and trapped where i dont want to be. Im sure everyone feels this way, but I throw everyone off that i work for since I dont care to call when i quit. It slowly took chunks out of my sanity with every shift.
I invested damn near everything i made for years. Little did i know, with each time i put money away into something i believed in i was chipping away at a wall in the prison. With each dollar the broken surface would eventually become a hole leading to another world of my professional life, one where I can create and use my imagination while taking pride in it.
Moral of the story: You should hate working so much that you love it because you have a secret escape plan that you will NEVER GIVE UP ON. It only takes a few years max to achieve results. Invest into something instead of buying that expensive take out to fill your sorrows for lunch.