I worked until I retired from a mailroom and warehouse job. The job was low paying and thankless. My manager needed psychiatric help. Her friend was stupid also and they would often do and say things in front of delivery men and customers that embarrassed the H*** out of me. I never said anything to them. I needed my work.
I call myself and other people like me quiet heros because we are productive under extreme adverse conditions and circumstances.
I had to get out of bed at 5:00 A.M. be on the road at 6:00 A.M. and drive over thirtyfive miles to work in heavy traffic. I worked for peanuts on Saturdays being paid only two hours overtime for five hours work. I didn't even get paid for gas mileage.
Years passed and nothing improved. In fact things got worse as my company merged with another company and my counterpart had seniority. My years of labor counted for not a damn thing.
My idiot manager wanted me to continue to work Saturdays but I didn't. I just ignored the request. My years of loyal work not only went unrewarded but I felt downright insulted to be asked to continue working on Saturday when I no longer drew a salary or benefits from this place.
After many setbacks I found another job and I was able to retire. I didn't give up.