Been there.
I eventually got to the point where the Sunday night dread migrated to FRIDAY night.
Definitely stayed there too long!
It’s good to remember that hideous time and be grateful all over again about being gone from that job. I’m glad so many people can relate to ARCADIA’s situation and can share that it does get better (although probably after that job) and to document/job-hunt/PRAY while you’re still in the job.
In hindsight, it was at that job that I refined and developed some of the skills required to get my current job. I can only thank God that I didn’t cry in front of that boss or launch into a verbal tirade; it definitely took a power greater than myself to help me keep it together.
I had long bout of the Friday night dreads when I worked for a wingnut emotionally unbalanced demeneted liberal psycho woman.
OMG, I've been calling it the Sunday Night Terrors. Sleep badly, knot of free-floating anxiety in stomach, excessive relief after Monday over that it wasn't as bad as my soul had imagined it would be (usually). I am so freeping out of there and I'm not looking back. It was how I had to whore myself out to get my masters degree and... Mission Accomplished. (p.s. I'm in the > 50 group too)