Out of the basement, kind of....not really

I made an escape attempt from my lousy job at the family business but it back fired in a big way. My new job was twice as miserable! In my original job, I had to look out for a rheeming from my two bosses (older brothers to boot) and had to help people and hopefully not piss them off. With the new job, I just had to screw people. I was the bearer of bad tidings, the messenger with the target painted on his back. I really hated being there, much worse than I hated being stuck in the basement with my family on my case. So after 3 months of hell, and three walk outs, I came back to work with my family, for less money, less benefits and OUT IN THE FIELD (instead of in a nice cozy office). It's all my fault, I totally phughed myself. But I've come to several important realizations.

1. I don't like people
2. Not crazy about helping people
3. For as comfortable as an office is, it feels like a trap at the end of the day.
4. Aside from getting exhausted and/or dirty, working with your hands isn't a complete nightmare.