I've almost never really enjoyed any job I've ever had. Tolerated would be more accurate. It's not for lack of work ethic, but most things I've had to do aren't interesting or fulfilling in any way. There was a couple of times where this wasn't the case. Along this line of was how my bad day translated into a bad year.
In this instance, I used to be an assistant manager at a Wizards of the Coast retail store. The pay was lousy, but I was in my wheelhouse on several levels. I got paid to run weekly dungeons and dragons games, was able to learn of many new games to play, and had the time off to routinely attend live action Vampire the Masquerade sessions. I also met a great young woman at the time. But none of it could last.
One afternoon, I was called in to the back office and told I was fired. They would not explain why, although I had some ideas. One of the managers was a jealous ex of that young woman I mentioned and by then, we were done and she was back with him. Never date co-workers, people. Coupling this was the fact they fired me on my birthday.
"What? We didn't know..." I pointed to the calendar directly next to them that indicated as such.
I fell into a deep depression for months following this. I had no meaningful job skills beyond retail and stock. No one wanted me. Unemployment wouldn't pay me anything since I was fired. I ran though all my savings during this time and they turned off my credit card. I did a moving job during this time to make ends meet and got stuck in a truck cab with a chain smoker. This resulted in me developing an acute throat infection that nearly had me asphyxiate several months later since I had no insurance or money to take care of it. And the emergency room visit from that wasn't entirely covered by charity care, which I later found out when they stuck me with an overdue medical bill of several hundred dollars because 'charity care doesn't cover doctors, only the ER visit'.
I was becoming increasingly fatalistic and was losing the will to live. I tried entering the national guard thinking I could catch a bullet in some conflict and spare my mother the idea any notion that I was ready to leave the world but I was rejected over the phone on grounds that I had bad knees which made getting up from a crouch difficult. They wouldn't hear otherwise. I had so little agency in life that I couldn't even elect to die on my own terms.
After all of this, I developed Cotard's Delusion for a week. Let me tell you, that was a surreal mind space to be in. I stopped eating, just drank water and wandered listlessly around town in the early hours looking for change in payphone booths. I found myself staring at the sky often, particularly at the sun, and feeling peaceful about it all. Then it just... ended.
All of this was a long long time ago and obviously, I've turned things around. But I still remember my longest year from having one really bad day.