…..your emotional level of involvement evolves into that of an oarsman in the dark underbelly of a ship. You keep getting told to row, but no one seems to know where the boat is heading. When someone does manage to leave, everyone just slides down and keeps rowing. Incentives include getting oar polish, but no time off to use it. To top it all off, they only serve the same flavor of coffee.
Nope. Good thing that I don’t have one of those kind of jobs.