Well it is exactly a year to the day since i left my last job and i can tell you one thing; i really don't miss it.
Unfortunately in the time since, i have come to realise that the same issues i had with the job are endemic to most money-making endeavours. This realisation has caused me to become what the Japanese would refer to as Hikikomori; a hermit who does not go outside. While i probably don't meet the technical criteria - due to ocasional visits to the supermarket (when internet shopping isn't fast enough) and a trip to Barcelona - i like to think i conform to the spirit of the term.
Sidenote: The post title is a slightly obscure reference to the My Hotel Year story from Douglas Coupland's Life After God.