I know this may not be a direct respone to my original post but i'll treat it as such. I felt the same way initially. I'm 34 and have had every miserable job you can think of. Crappy ass retail sales, fast food scrub, picking rocks out of dirt in 95 degree heat, knee deep in tomato juice in 120 degree heat taking orders from someone who doesn't speak English and didn't get past 4th grade, washing dishes, getting up at 3am, going to work at 10 pm, you name it, I did it and I did it at every possible time of the freaking day.
So when my wife, all of 26 years old, would initially come home and complain about how her little office job wasn't all that kosher, it really fell on deaf ears. But the more I listened, the more I hated the people the she works with and I finally sided with her. Mental anguish can be more punishing than physical wear and I can testify to that personally.
She would be leaving an uncomfortable situation and returning to a progressive thinking company that really fit her skill set and her way of thinking. She is still waiting for her former HR director to confim that a position is there for her, and upon that I will drive to her work and tell off the old bag myself.