When being in the same street as a previous job causes you to have what I can only describe as a minor panic attack (although I'm not sure as I've never had one before). Seriously. That job must have been even more fun than I'd realised.
Just to put it into perspective, I was once the victim of a violent mugging that resulted in physical injury, and I didn't react that way neither at the time nor afterwards when walking down the same street (it was on route to where I lived at the time). Hell, one time as a kid I was woken up by my house being shaken by the blast from a terrorist bombing and I never had any panic attacks. Why the fuck I was annoyed when I got made redundant? I think losing that job might have been the best thing that ever happened to me in retrospect. Assault and terror attacks I can handle, but apparently talking to people on the phone all day is too much. I mean I was having the same conversations over and over again, 40-60 times a day everyday and I felt like I was losing my fucking mind, and the conversations that weren't the same usually involved either angry or desperate crying people threatening suicide, but still.