Finding my place

So, I quit the job I just got. It only took me 4 hours to realize it wasn't for me. It wasn't the job - that part was easy. It was the boss. He never smiled. Or laughed. He wasn't even slightly friendly. It was a small small business (8 employees) and he watched everyone like a hawk. All mail/fax/phone/email messages came through him. I know three things for sure 1) I do not work well under control freaks, 2) I will never work for another weirdo person whose staff tiptoes around him trying their best to do the bizarro things that he requests, even if they make no sense or are detrimental to the business, 3) I will never again work someplace where I am not doing something I love or that makes me happy. Life is too short for that. I believe that as long as you're happy then money doesn't matter. This job paid really well. But, today I have a follow up interview with the Golden Ticket Job, which doesn't pay as much, but is my dream job, and offers more flexible hours. I hope to knock their socks off. And the other non-profit has called for a second interview. So, I still have options. I felt bad about leaving this job after one half day, but I told them to consider it a "working interview" and not to pay me. And I gave them the name of a great job placement person at the local college who I have worked with before. Hopefully they will fill their spot. In the mean time, I am still looking for mine.