At 6.5 years post-FIRE, work is so far in my rearview mirror that I've managed to purge a lot of the petty shit from memory. I sure as hell don't want to dredge it up again, so I'll just live vicariously through the comments on this thread.
I do remember working a retail job during my gap year. An older woman said, "I'm waiting for my morning break, I'm waiting for my lunch break, I'm waiting for my afternoon break. I don't want to wish my life away." It had a huge impact on me, as did a bout with cancer a couple of years later. Sure, there was plenty of petty shit along the way that reinforced my desire to seek FIRE, but the die was cast early on. So long ago that the term FIRE didn't
Tl;Dr - PTF.