I always likened working at Target to being in an abusive relationship.
Yes, it's horrible. You know you're going to be hurt, abused, and taken advantage of. It saps you of your self esteem.
The thing is, no matter what new terror or headache awaits us each day, they start to become predictable, and that in a sense becomes comfortable. It becomes so comfortable, that we're hesitant to leave.
Figuratively speaking, being fed horse manure sandwiches is horrible, but at least you know what you're eating and that you will be fed.
It is a job, I know what shit I have to deal with, its only what I have worked for that works with the demands of my life outside of spot. You want to make it better fine, but don't blow rainbows up my ass.. At least pretend to do your job.