A year, really?

So, I've been in San Francisco a year as of last Friday.
In some ways it feels longer, but also i feel like i just got here and nothing has been accomplished.
I recently did something irresponsible( big surprise) and quit my job.
See I was working as a receptionist at a spa. Needless to say in normal circumstances, not my dream job, but i would be happy to be employed. But the thing is i worked for a tyrant, this woman wouldn't ever be satisfied with anything you did at work, and i was busting my balls, for nothing! Once you cry a few times at work, its done, over, finito.
This is what she said to me that day( cant quote verbatim sorry)" You do a good job, but not a great job.", also " You are not a self starter". Oh hellz no lady. I"m a humble person by all means, but i know i am a great employee, and after a year of hell and not being appreciated or pay what im worth, I said bye bye.

Man once you give notice at work, it becomes almost impossible to go back. You are completely checked out. By the end of 3 weeks, i was not myself. I was sarcastic, cynical, sorta bitchy. Oh wells! I was happy i learned to say no. I should apply this to other aspects in my life.

After I quit work, i got really sick. I am a homebody i will admit, but a week in bed in my bedroom, i was going crazy. I"m still tired, what the hell?
Now, I"m going to take a nap, im my cave.