Yep, it's this feeling exactly.
I'm easygoing enough but there's some stuff I just can't let stand.
And, this is easy to say with hindsight, but I like to think I'd still view my decision as absolutely correct even if my life had gone down the shitter as a result of it.
I quit a job when I was 20 because they wanted me to take annual leave to attend my grandmother's funeral. I'd only moved to Brighton the month prior to start the job, had rent and bills to pay and all that but I'll be f**ked if I'm going to work for someone like that. Walked out there and then...