Backstory: for most of my adult life, after a series of low-paying and unsatisfying jobs at restaurants and in retail, I worked as an online sex worker. I never did have the discipline to make the big money some women do, I only put in about 20 hours a week, max 30, took days off whenever I wanted. And I have to admit it was great. I had my run-ins with creeps and would-be scammers, and the occasional shitty client, and I had my fair share of frustrations. But overall, I loved it. It was fun. My clients appreciated me. I got to do whatever I wanted. It was kind of the perfect job for me.

At some point I decided I was ready to get serious, find a 'real' job and went to college. Graduated and now I'm working at a 8-4:30 sales job. And I fuuucccking hate it. There's so much pressure, and a constant feeling of subservience and micromanagement. My mental health has gone straight through the fucking floor. I spend my days feeling utterly trapped. Like the company owns me, possesses me, and I can't just walk away because I obviously need to pay bills to support my miserable existence.

I'm damn near on the verge of going back to sex work. Maybe as an in-person dominatrix (it was my specialty when I did online work). I wanted to get out of living a double life (lying to my family and stuff) and find a career before aging out of the industry, but I truly fucking despise every single job I've ever had except for sex work. I'm not built for it. Its slowly draining my will to live.