Me, too. Few windows, desperate, depressed people, long hours and an interminable commute.
Coming home to my dog who was dying, I finally made a stand. It was one of the best decisions I ever made.
When my old boss left and a new one came in, making tons of money, but always trying to borrow money from me and then once trailing me to my oceanfront home because he was mentally ill, I guess, my husband told me to pack it in. Luckily, I have a decent pension from that place and was able to return to my real love which was writing and the theater. Never looked back either, Tris.