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Two decades ago I was stuck in a job I hated, working for a boss I liked even less. Dragging myself out of bed each day was a chore. Sunday nights were torture. The thought of waking up the next morning and putting myself through another day of drudgery, criticism, and mindless effort was enough to keep my heart racing and my eyes wide open until the wee hours of the morning. I will never go back to that kind of life.

One thing that particularly drove me nuts was the implication that to be productive, I had to be in the office, sitting at my desk. It was important for the boss to see me coming in as much before 9:00 a.m. as possible and staying until 6:00 p.m. Skipping lunch? Good for you, Dave. It seemed this was more important than what I was actually producing. How useless was that?

I remember at the time feeling cornered. I couldn’t quit — I needed the money. I started looking for another job, but that took time, which meant many more months of trying to satisfy a boss who never would be happy. It was a relief when I was finally able to leave and start my own business.